through May 10th 2013
A theatre of trophylike humanoids wrapped in shimmering lycra pouches weep in unison. A bunch ofsad sacks. Their audience is comprised of wobbly fingertips which rise like zombies from beneath acomputer keyboard graveyard. The epitaphs are beyond concise. One reads “S”, another, “3”, still athird, “shift”.
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