| Trouble in Shangri - La | |||||||||||||||||||
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| the ones who walk away... | |||||||||||||||||||
| Riot: You still up? Crash: Still working. You? Riot: Of course! It's been nearly a year since Riot and Crash left the band. After the death of Andromeda, neither one of them could bear to work for the Rock Star, who allowed her to die, and yet would not allow them to - Whatever. Fuck Celestial. They may have loved him and his band obsessively at one time,, but certainly, that is of no importance to them now. Since leaving, Riot and Crash have shared a wee NYC apartment, supported by roughly five jobs. Not knowing what else to do, both returned to school and attmepted to find their place in the ordinary world. It's been a long and difficult struggle to come to terms with everything. They do not speak of it There are no words - but finally letting go of Celestial has been the most liberating thing in the world for them both. And on the eve of Riot's first art show, things are finally looking up. |
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| You can consume all the beauty in the room -- brings up the wind -- rises around you- | |||||||||||||||||||
| The show goes great - until Jormungand had to show up. When Crash and Riot see thier former colleague it reopens old wounds that apparently had not healed quite right. Hearing what he had come there to tell them - made an even bigger mess of things.... | |||||||||||||||||||
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| It gets complicated | |||||||||||||||||||
| I guess we don't believe things could go that far -- we all believe in people, that we think believe in god - |
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