WITH TRAVELS NOW AT AN END (as far as can be determined), Dr. H. Owll comes wearily into port. Oh, Dream of Joy! Is this, at last, the Lighthouse Top I see? Is this the Hill, is this the Kirk? Is this mine own Countree? Well, apparently so. No more gadding about. The suitcases and bags are stored away. Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. But, for this iteration, no guests. After being let in (for the Kisi App now works only for those with the most expensive, newest devices) we played NEW Archival Material sent by Stang from SubGenius Headquarters, and not all of that. This includes Dr. H. Owll audio from X-Day "2019" but none, so far, from the Starwood festival, which latter material may be un-retrievable. There will be more! The poetry of Clark Ashton Smith and Dylan Thomas, among others, are fragments that shore up our ruins. The Show's solo effort highlights here and there the Dark Side, the Hidden Side of our usual presentation. Ideally, we were not indiscreet.