The title is an adaptation of Nicolas Provost’s film Long live the new flesh (2009) in which data moshing techniques is utilised to render a newer visual experience to films. Using that as a catalyst as a way to fragment the visual language of racial, gendered trauma by breaking, morphing, fracturing and compressing frames as an infinite failure to perform in reading the body in the machine - which is then presented against a blue screen of death. Long live the new fles$s$sh is also encrypted with a poem. Referencing the writings of Legacy Russell’s Glitch Feminism, “Encryption…indicates the encoding of a message, rendering it unreadable or inaccessible to those unauthorised to decipher it. It reminds us that there are gaps and hidden histories, parts of the file that cannot be heard and stories that will never be known to certain audiences.”