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This Strade Blu thing has gone on long enough. I am doing everything I can to stop it by showing up there every year like a plague. Nestled in a secret part of the countryside with enough splendor to choke a tuscan, it remains a bright point of severe sonic high life in the dark stranglehold of this planet and all its confounding spoinks. It is a source of yippity not unlike anywhere else. If you can handle more music then you can handle, then go and be so anointed. If you’d rather disembowel the emotions of your own heart, then by all means, this festival has been duly appointed to facilitate
Ruins have recently become an almost over-discussed aesthetic meme, perhaps because of the possibly combustible combination of economic collapse and environmental destruction or even the possibility of the odd plague or two sending us the same way as the Roman Empire. We ponder the world without us, we design buildings with overgrown vegetation pre-programmed in, we watch our cities endlessly destroyed on screen.
An enormous amount of material from the dodo-massgrave in Mare aux Songes has been searched to find 54 dodobones belonging to at least two individuals, including very rare small bones likes nails, toebones and wingbones. These bones, some of them less than a millimeter long, make this dodo collection the most important in the world.