An iSteve Compendium

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Anonymous said...

Abandoned shopping mall, somewhere in Philadelphia : Dusty clink of pennies and loose tile as a presidential-looking Nordic with shaving nicks on his cheekbones lifts a hatch in the false bottom of the long-dry fountain across from Sbarro. Beside him crouches his swarthy companion, a slightly-built man whose arms writhe with Wotan sigils and batik fractals. Tucking a braided red beard (was it henna?) into the neck of his silk-screen Mishima shirt, Shamil Saifullah Baldursson descends at last into the Solutrean F├╝hrerbunker.