Can —— you — — — hear — — —

Can —— you — — — hear — — — — ...me? The voice called out, darkness around, static echoing, distress settling in.

A burst of feedback, a flash of lightning. The tubes on the shortwave hummed to life. We’ve got your coordinates... but you’re coming in faint. Tell us the date so we can get a fix

on your time...>zhhht< I pressed the bar & replied "Paris, June 14, 1940. repeat one-niner-four-O. Do you copy?" Just then another lightening strike hit the transmitter.

YES

I’ll say it again. Yes. I was listening to funk flavored pop frizzle acids across the top of my mind field.

Iron Man came back for the Future of Mankind; his Heavy Boots of Lead, filled his Victims full of Dread.

Citizens running as fast as they can, as Iron Man lives again

the next best thing, or the entire Hollywood system was looking at collapse of the theatrical model as they saw it.

Nonplussed by these events the venues had to survive or they didn't. Case in point, when the Bijou Threater wasn't being used to host plays they hosted the periwinkle ramona.