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The po-mo dandy-fop pulls from his Dunhill cigarette and exhales into the stratified (read: venetian) sunbeams coming through the front room window. With a half-wave of his hand he mutters, "I paint landscapes... with sound...." Suddenly, the battery-operated smoke alarm positioned at the apex of the second floor stairway sounds an alarm. EEE EEE EEE EEEEE! A microwavable burrito explodes. He half-attentively extinguishes his cigarette and rolls over on his side for an impromptu nap. While he's asleep North Korea conducts another nuclear test and his cellular telephone account is suspended for non-payment.