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2001-10-22 - 8:43 PM

Bystandard number 13

It's about a dystopia that is disguised as a utopia. A utopia existing only on the surface. Buzzing lights, butter fat milk with numbing colors and muted sounds. Everyone loves a seditive. Delving in deeper with a camera lens or an atomic bomb, crawling worms and burning crosses and smiling black and fuzzy houserobes thrown on in haste. The smell of three AM and hurry -- bus stops, homeless shelters, and mental blockades.Our utopia vision is the very thing that makes our utopia impossible. The very thing that makes it just the opposite.

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