At some point, words are a shield. the point here is not to frame this further. That's what the helicopter is for. It is Saturday night. Cloudy. Another hour or so until sunset.
An absurdist kitchen-sink junk-epic chronicler of the 21st century. Reality is insane, the cure to go crazy. High concept & lowbrow execution. Psycho-historiographical slow-motion slapstick.
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