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Famous for its insane close-up shots and permanent dutch angles, Skull Forest is a thing that should never be watched.

In homage to it though, here’s my version.

Sorry, Len.

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Director producer actor kickfiend

Lord Kabasinski

a kind of sacrificial substitute not opposed to some other substance such as the soul or close-up shot or

ad hoc camping weekend

that cannot improve itself

cannot edit

has little choice but to flee topless from PetSmart

via plug-in blood effect

sure L

dutch angle interzone from this point on

he punch she punch

she kick he kick

he punch she punch

she kick he kick

he punch she punch

she kick-

the end can no longer be located

can no longer-

show tits

just show them

eroticise the forest, tug off the trees

in short:

we all want to murder our closest female friend

two to three kids

spirit of David who left years ago

days ago

Suspiria of sex

mum bot on grotty kitchen set, aching to-

let’s go bitch

gunshot through lens of quantum ass microscope

hunted not by men

but black screen gremlin fate, designed

holistically

to eliminate alternative self

to never grow old

to fail simple escape plot past forest of skull where humanity cannot act cannot step back cannot appear verticalised cannot shoot stab impale vitiate cannot swerve abysmal gravitational claw of the next shit after this shit tentatively called Ninja: Prophecy of

Deleuze

does he turn up in this?

Guitar Lee?

I’m thinking

if inert, run anyway

lose the scar, the Bluto tat, the ‘don’t push me mum, fuck you’

binge on mis-thrown blade [plastic]

mishandled catechism [sleaze]

rehash desaturated hash as dull divorcee unable to put an end to things, this poorly-shot death

as Fukuyama clone

from clone galaxy

clone universe

clone-

the absence of end gives us the sense of Len in Wisconsin, embedded with foes, watching other movies slightly better or slightly worse than his own, slowly finding a way to laugh at pale things, to step on the errors of those more batshit, to look down at Stoklasa’s feet and say, yeah, the action was just horrible, man can’t direct produce act

let alone Lord

over the forest like other lords could.

[purple ennui]

Ackroyd vodka, bro?