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Recently I unearthed a camcorder video of my brother’s 6th birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. I would’ve been 2 years old. The scene is pure screaming chaos, children coked up on soda, parents flailing to keep order and hold a 3-second adult conversation, and inevitably, a rock band of robots. None of this is stored in the front of my brain, but there are artifacts. My mother mourned its closing for years. It’s a deleted place that, nonetheless, echoes in my soul. A false robot memory. |
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the stocata , cadence, and reiteration in this commentary is channeling Ommatidia/Anacrusis for me. only 14 words short.
I am only able to identify half of these aliens though.
Amazing mother either way but you sure she was mourning and not having nam flashbacks.
The Chuck E Cheese / Showbiz Pizza band has almost as much drama as a real band: https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/9kkn7y…
Xenomorph on sax means this band wins, though.