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Getting lost and overstrained. And as you hear a spurt of flames dart from the tank, your are actually listening to the attempt of peeling a banana without hands. Worshipping the compound of Spinoza and Shirley. Being guided by my blind passenger and imaginary co-host Mr. LaBeouf through this hour of darkness. Operating undead music remote, through this tapewormhole into the broken, bouncing and far-flung obscurity that is your kitchen radio. Every fourth Tuesday of the month - 11pm till m i d n i g h t