A poem from John Bennett, USA, (c) Luna Bisonte Prods 2011
The 2 censored lines happened by accident and were not intentional. So here they are:
TIME YOUR ASH PHONING TO ASPIRATION
TIME YOUR FOG BARKING TO YOUR FACE
When you scan an image and you scan again a part inside that scanned image, this part becomes black, meaning that you can make a perfect cut up with a scanning machine. For those who don't understand cut ups. You take a text and make another text using some words of that text while dumping all other words.
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