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Lost in Negative Space
Between the lines, beyond the screen, beside the point
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That’s no big deal. I’ve lived in the Inland Empire since 1989. Every day I improvise. In the checkout line at Ralphs, for instance. I went to college in the Inland Empire and graduated in 1982. Frank Zappa wrote a song about the Inland Empire titled Out in Cucamonga. The song was probably not improvised. He liked to plan things. However, he probably sat in on a jam session occasionally. WTF.