Sometimes, when we talk about violence, we're too solemn, too well-behaved. As if we needed to seek its permission. As if it should dictate what we can or cannot do. In this book, though, all heads roll. The air of the hereand-now reshuffles the original and the copy, turning what's been appropriated inside out, to become an act of disappropriation. Translingual, brazen, and radically free, this book is full of the present, its furious winds whipping up everything in their path.