F.Ampism is the Smerdyakov branch on the Les Baxter family tree, a branch extending into the edges of exotica, where the jungle is unmade and overgrown, 1970s bush, a different sort of rainforest than David Tudor imagined. Exotica as a function becomes unrecognizable. Nor is it recognizable as a genre. Exotica becomes a feeling lost amid small stinging creatures, unpredictable downpour, whorls of vegetation, and numerous sets of teeth that nibble at nearly every inch, whose bite marks specify where the red and green lights ought to be stashed.
New start-ups with borrowed doo-wop signs pop up along the strip. Their arrows advertise access to the ocean at an affordable price. Reaching the shore, further advertisements and promotional deals micromanage the tourists’ wallets. Tourists pay the fee to become divers for a day, divers who attack the mouths of lushes, leaving hunks of tuna and gashes in their cheeks.
The ocean is a punchbowl filled with Shark Attack! and plankton. It has a bite on one end and an eraser on the other. The tourists wake up, in the morning of a long gin sunrise, pinned under headstones, nude and mossy, while some guy with frosted hair and sunglasses makes his rounds, shoving microphones in their faces.
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