library steakhouse

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)