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New project. Code in motion.

new days/old ways

Summer heat, whirled by the wind, through dustclouds, into the night: three comicbook heroes drinking iced drinks and dancing in the stagelight spill. Boo! Ooh ooh ah ah. And everyone was smiling. Double jesus on/offstage. Light reflecting off Ms Chris's glitterball suit, crotch et ceter-ah embroidered with pink chameleons. Totally want that suit. Ampie trumpet-spinning. Gold and silver, silver and gold.

Well, if I've found love then why am I so lonely? "Do you play bass? Do you play my bass?"-- songs and exclamations; strut strut to the beat. And later: "The drumkit was basically an ambidextrous drum kit. The drummer was insane!". You learn that shit on Noot Vir Noot. No joke.