Who wants an adventure?
...with streets and funny alleys that lead to wyrd cafes run by mad gypsies, an abandoned art deco power station after a stint doing surrealist party games with a bunch of self-healers in an Eastern Bloc apartment. Join the sound of the crowd just as the bass Korg farts and someone wees themselves with excitement, drifting through snow before a three bar fire, not very happy anyway but you would be with Berlin brunch inside you.
ONWARD
against the WhiTes, those pesky counter-revs will raise the stakes to a 1970s Americosentimentalist family snap tastelessly framed on the mezzanine of a condo. Lordy, travel in the carriage of a stinking windowcleaner march march march across Mongolia, doubling back for a spot of volcanic activity on a jumped-up glacier next door to a pop star's bar.
Nowhere will the taxi take you if not unremarkable but newly-experienced suburbs all 1950s like.
Govt HQs will be rollerdisco ballparks with blinis et Jagermeister.
Supply and demand it.
ONWARD
against the WhiTes, those pesky counter-revs will raise the stakes to a 1970s Americosentimentalist family snap tastelessly framed on the mezzanine of a condo. Lordy, travel in the carriage of a stinking windowcleaner march march march across Mongolia, doubling back for a spot of volcanic activity on a jumped-up glacier next door to a pop star's bar.
Nowhere will the taxi take you if not unremarkable but newly-experienced suburbs all 1950s like.
Govt HQs will be rollerdisco ballparks with blinis et Jagermeister.
Supply and demand it.