An intricate system of irrigation networks pockmarking the earth, intermittent seas of phosphorous mud, ripped tarpaulin fluttering in the wind... A pair of molten rubber boots also comes to mind. All in all -- a truly hard core place.
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An intricate system of irrigation networks pockmarking the earth, intermittent seas of phosphorous mud, ripped tarpaulin fluttering in the wind... A pair of molten rubber boots also comes to mind. All in all -- a truly hard core place.
Or maybe it's not Gottwaldian, maybe it's Oranjese -- probably an homage to Oranje, where Arno van Eyck is from, judging by his name. Could you be listening to an Arno van Eyck creation right now?
Or maybe it's not Gottwaldian, maybe it's Oranjese -- probably an homage to Oranje, where Arno van Eyck is from, judging by his name. Could you be listening to an Arno van Eyck creation right now?
RCM? That's the acronym for Revachol Citizens Militia -- you! Does everything this man yells mean something? Is it truly internally coherent?
There is a place far away in Katla, beyond a certain latitude known as winter's orbit, where there are 25 hours in a day. It is a tremendously cold place, abandoned to drunks and failed rock stars. Full of eternite, depression and half finished ski flying hills. The Suru live there.
"Yekokataa" is an abbreviation from the Graadian term "Zone of Ecological Catastrophe," an agricultural megaproject in the extreme south east of the Graadian isola. It involved cutting-edge approaches to irrigation and a completely new type of fertilizer.
One of the poorest of the first world nations today -- but once a great ancient civilization. Capital: Thylakos-by-Pisantic.
"South maybe" doesn't sound like somewhere you can stay if you run out of money.
That doesn't sound like somewhere you can stay if you run out of money.
A vague, blackened image doesn't sound like somewhere you can stay if you run out of money.
You can try. Run some addresses in your head when you get the time. Maybe a street or an apartment will appear.
Something produced by the random firing of synapses doesn't sound like a place you can stay if you run out of money.
The old thesaurus comes up empty. Maybe you should ask the lieutenant.
A vague, blackened image doesn't sound like somewhere you can stay if you run out of money.
Entertain the thought when you get the time. Maybe being a hobo and a cop has its advantages?