vendredi 26 septembre 2014

Where shall the pheonix fly?

There's less than 50 of us left, 12OZ is facing extinction and the great mythical reboot has become irrelevant.



Yet the space remains. Do we cane the dead horse until dust is dust? Do we call it a day?



Do we patch in to the nearest lamp post and graf and dance our own way out regardless of the whole digital disco?



Do we take it from here of do we just take off?













Crunch-o'clock




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