we used to be a brothel, and a haircutter's. we've been around since the sixties, before cool was cool. today we are a modern-day bauhaus. we stay up all night and watch the sun rise from the roof, we sleep only in the spaces between the hours, we go to school and use 22,000 gallons of water a month. our house is zombie-proof but not bum-proof and we're all fat on mint oreos and untapped ambition and the desire for the sublimation into light and we are all fantastic and fucked up and we will never know