Cut-Up #1 – Rimbaud meets Dickens

As I drifted on a river Goulmima chip store
No longer guided by the barge American
They were captured by bowing working with the last week
Nailed them naked to £21! Be buying or trading for a superior
I cared no more for other he took a look at a pic of Flemish wheat
Or English colt minimum of 2 pounds
When my bargemen have positive feedback from the
Hip hunter personality
Amid the fury of deaf child chip window polish and
Ah, I raced! And the drift here, then hi-res
Never known such ill working with the revolved naming
That roll dead forever in the big electron micropro
Ten days, beyond the blinking if it is sufficiently interesting
Lulled by stones, drifted on a work bet
Sweeter than apples to a child serious side-table networking
The wash of green water on easy affordable
Anchor and rudder drifting
Washed in vomit stained am Interested…
221 dots this drift through the poem, little longer would be the best
This gruel of stars mirrors Russia back terrestrial
Devours green azures; ecstatic round testing as suspected
Drowned men, pale and though Deliriums that streak the glow
Stronger than drink and the Internet CIV
It is boiling, bitter, and red; let you know as soon as we
Know how lightning split I know the surf and water
I’ve seen the dawn like
I’ve seen what men have