WALK_TPB(Quark

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6/21/07

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6/21/07

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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.

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