Hiding Under a Copy of the Strokes' Single 'Under Cover of Darkness'

A surreal musical comedy set in a world where the avant-garde and the mainstream are reversed.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

Time plods along in spattered irregularities as anger and depression coalesce in confusing amalgamations.

Platitudes begin at peaks then rapidly descend and dismantle in order to ascend more acutely until they repeatedly and successively overwhelm.