Oh My! just bust a move at "the nightclub"Home! tonight and witness some eccentric Frenchie spin some vinyl in the fashion of post-jock and life aftershock aesthetic with ripped jeans 'n' a carcass wearing a varsity with the letter K. He'll be the one playing a gameboy classic with the volume turned up real loud, no one can hear you scream. It's that kinda dark alley way - black hole diverting - xenomorph escaping type of mis en scene (a la Alien/s). I'm ready to be scared shitless and hanker down into a drunken state of disturbed paranoia.
Kavinsky is playing. Dare I push the self destruct button?
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