Initially the objective was insurgent art as Ferlinghetti taught
But now I find myself subjecting my Apple-bred oeuvre to hourly cleansings of anything not found on the Pitchfork 500
And abandoning my remaining traces of rhythm due to choice clippings from the advice columns of a cyberpunk yet drab graffiti wall
By aping the bourgeoisie, I surrender my identity-cum-idiosyncrasies.