Rene Ricard hates known injury, ‘Intimation, insinuation, deep innuendo.  Perhaps something you ate.  Perhaps on lavish nights, like this something you ate.  Boo hoo. Obsessive intimidation..  Not quite theory, string conjecture (an edge to sleep)  W/out inference, compressed from a postdigital “fount” of contradictions:  A piece of research asks, Why erase my beauty  In a way it feels like games?’