Chinga la Migra!

A gray line of smoke rose between Guy Debord's fingers. The thick, bony smell of his Gauloises! My nose wet, twitching like a lilac.
"Shimmy, the endless series of trivial confrontations is set up again, from competitive sports to elections, mobilizing a sublunary interest," he said, waving his dainty Gauloise.
"Unlike suspects charged in criminal courts," I said, "detainees accused of immigration violations don't have a right to an attorney, and three-quarters of them represent themselves."
I watched Guy Debord's ripe giant shoes and their delicious laces. Just in case.

I added, "Less affluent or resourceful U.S. citizens who are detained must try to maneuver on their own through a complicated system."
"Shimmy, there will be people living on the surface of the earth, and even in your apartment -- perhaps in the empty wicker newspaper box under the bed -- when the United States
Debord's hand reached for the back doorknob. Something scratched the hardwood floor beneath the stove.


Turn the knob. Pull backward!
He continued: "The central, and profoundly qualitative question, will be this: have these future peoples, through an emancipated practice, dominated the present technology, which is generally that of artifice and dispossession? Or are they dominated by it in some way that is even more hierarchical and enslaving?"
"It becomes your word against the government's," I said, "even when you know and insist that you're a U.S. citizen. Your word doesn't always count, and the government doesn't always investigate fully."

2 Comments:
It scared me when I saw a link titled "Santorum," but then I laughed when I clicked on it.
I wrote a poem for him when he was still in office and I had a hard time getting it published.
It was a little sexual, and a little friendly.
I think he schools his children in a clear bulletproof box like they keep Hannibal Lecter in in Silence of the Lambs, I think. You know, right before he makes the getaway mask by peeling off a guard's face.
I think Rick was good at that.
Cutting off faces and wearing them to get through doorways.
God bless all his pederastic ancestors.
"Glory be to God for dappled things / For santorum couple-colored as a brinded cow / For home-schooled children in clear bulletproof boxes / Fresh-firecoal cut-off faces; finches’ wings."
(Gerard Manley Santorum)
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