WALK_TPB(Quark)
6/21/07
12:27 PM
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6/21/07
12:56 PM
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I begged them to stop, but they act like they can’t hear anyone when they’re making their art. Maybe they can’t.
SLEEP. RiGHT. WiTH THE CUTTiNG EDGE STYLiNGS OF DOPPELGANG. They’ve been playing those same bloody three notes for two hours now. I shit you not.
See, they think of themselves as performance artists.
it continues all night. Around 4 AM, I accept it as a fact of life.
Those three notes have always been playing. And always will.
They are primordial sounds of the universe. Alpha and omega. Ommm…
Hell, maybe they’re on to something.
As the sun comes up, I feel like I’ve drifted out of my body...above it all.