I wonder if M.C. Escher ever thought that one of his impossible structures would be employed at such a pivotal point in a David Bowie movie
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I am a chick with a ferret, great friends and an art habit. Mostly, I smoke and drink and then write about what happens thereafter, or share silly things I find on the web. I don't proofread.
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