USUAL CASUAL DEATH (1968) Suffocated darkness sweats "Gimme yer money" the junkie-thug slogan rumbles from a lop-sided mouth like a train leaving a subway station “And yer watch" Then the silver blade journeys through a billion cells of meat organ nerve blood a $24 journey into moan and fate the silver blade twisting s l o w l y and life spins dizzy like a fireworks pinwheel Like that casual death pirouettes from a silver blade into a riot of nerve ends and $14,000 per annum slumps against the FUCK YOU brick walls of down downtown America sprouting roses that weep