… which drops me off here.
It’s static. Just static. It illuminates the darkness, making the scene appear a little seedy, a little solitary. But it’s so free amidst the fuzz, away from the Island Of Clutter and the sea of words.
And so Channel Static begins, looking at everything trapped in-between the static. And the latest KFC monstrosities. No.
Well, maybe. Desperation is everything.
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