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There is a lengthy code embedded in that title that is not so serious and yet has to do with the seahorse, swhere.

Waiting for the beloved Dan Ackroyd to get on stage.

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LATER - the bank machine gambit, but fuck if Prince Igor is not front row centre. Sweet home Chicago, jewish Lindsay, and myself the uncontestable asshole. I had good intentions only, he musters, through the mist. And the rain. And the hilarity.

The chants for Elwood and Egon go out. And I hear that the skinny black guy from the polka-dot door is coming at 3am.

Ha. The world has an infinite capacity to inspire and entertain, shock and surprise, amaze and wonder.

Above Nietsche's door he hung a sign: "At all those who refuse to laugh at themselves, I laugh."

Is there anything else to add?