More intriguing, objectionable, offensive, or just plain odd spoken word and music from the Lucid Screaming, a collective of six writers and musicians who hail from California, Wisconsin, New Zealand and the Oort Belt.
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Celine Dion was puzzled by the flood of gibberish that tasted of pure logic and yet sounded like silk fish. Not knowing what she bargained for, she plunged into a world of firing squads of angels, mystic eyes, and drunken girls, a place where Steelhead is a dude, where dogs were upside down and and you'll be probed (like me), a realm where "whang krang" was a sound. She never knew what she would find when They began to scream, upon the great Galactus stage (a singer’s worst bad dream). Who booked this far-out tandem gig, this double-bill from Hell? Who thought a chanteuse from Quebec would weather such a swell? Without a sense of humour, she was poorly armed for this. No agent briefed her for the fall: No fish… no Judas kiss. To newsmen, she reported it was her career’s great height, the pinnacle of her ‘voyage’, her moment in the light. The next day, though, I asked, “So, will you work again with them?” And she replied, “Those crazy men? Mon dieu! Never again!”
Once again, the wacky poets aspire to conquer Rupert's domain through sheer volume (volume! volume! volume!). Now, up to 648 Lucid Screaming sites online, they cannot be stopped. Resistance is futile. Bask in their glorious Surrealism, my friends. Look on their works, ye mighty, and despair.
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