anonyduke

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improvisational visual cut-up of Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson's "The Illuminatus! Trilogy"

I flipped the pages, scanning with my eyes and reading random segments of the book. Trying to change up the size of chunks used.

I completely lose my shit on the juxtaposition of the two lines "that beautiful black face" and "like a caucasian's skin".

This was really fun and I like how it came out.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce Toot. A little nervous... but I think will be blowing your fucking minds soon.

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The one of a kind local act plays an intimate house party in the basement of a Poland st residence where they practice Mondays. Three other Portland bands live there and share practice space.

The basement was tight with an estimated thirty bodies, standing room only. The room quickly became hot and moist with human secretions. Soon enough the basement itself had become a living breathing organism. Dylan Verner's pounding drums and Asher Platts' driving bass were its heartbeat and pulse. Sam Chandler's angelic keyboard carried us on winds of imagination, and Ian Ferrel's childlike tones and intonation ignited our souls.

People were moving.

Later a police officer arrived due to a report of Suspicious Activity.