HI

708

As of 7:08 PM nothing of us n' ours remains in the southland.

Avant l'Embetisement

I sang my song, but the audience was tone deaf.  We shall see when the review comes out.  

ICI

It's very nice here during the day.  Typical ersatz eclecticism.  But  at  night  the place turns dark, forlorn and forbording  --  a dimly lit urban abandonment frequented only by the shadow of the homeless, the deranged, the drugged and prostituted.   Unfit for civilized consumption.