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Well, I have been scouting entirely in your service, to bring you a modest trail of stuff that isn't mine. In our times, reference is a form of creation. Just as well, because without the referential rebirth that a blog as sophisticated as this provides, this guy would simply drown in a pool of vulgarity (he's not even Hendrix enough to befall vomit). I wonder just how ridiculously empowered he'd feel in a hall of mirrors.
Let us pair his all-too-speedy fingers with this spot of fine art comic relief. Found on David Byrne's journal. He makes nice radios, too.
Suck in that lazy string of links.
-krring
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