a romantic evening at one of your favorite candle-lit post-structuralist projects
once with distortion effects on the lead steel voice
(he subverted the heroic and sympathetic force commander, turning him into a villain)
only imagined for the previous ten years or so.
one of these was playa vista nearby my marina del rey office
(monk-ridden ruins, halls of upright corpses, infectious radio broadcasts)
magicard printer bea alonzo points south:
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(an intriguing chant)
