In the “tormented writers’” room, two actors in goth makeup and bride-of-Frankenstein wigs are clacking on typewriters and throwing crumpled papers on the floor.
This black-box recital was an aggressively Gallic affair
The aesthetic vision of M. Lamar’s Funeral Doom Spiritual was undeniable.
Tell us: Filth or dementia?
Hasten thee to feed another quarter of conversation for The Talk of the Town!
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