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I met a man who loved everything, and he died in a flood of shit
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Someone eventually obliged (a beautiful, blocky device a bit like a Steinberger Spirit in scuffed dark green) but everyone was running their effects chain through laptops so I had to play clean signal and it sucked ass.
Dreamt I got booked for a show in an offworld colony but accidentally left all my shit at the orbital relay station so spent close to an hour wandering the facility asking if anyone could lend me a five string bass while an ominous black dust storm rolled in.
I think I may have accidentally written a one woman show.
Fuckin' RIP to the realest one to ever do it today. The grim darkness of the far future demanded the wild, black vitality of Salvator Rosa, the brooding vastness of Gustave Doré, the innate fuckedness of Felicien Rops and the kaleidoscopic palette of Gustave Moreau, and they got it all in Blanche.
I actually FUCKING LOVE doing social SCIENCE research.
Kitten stop Nixonspacing I need to work