these prickly apparitions discover me with Unexpected woe.. shake me out at night like a secondhand throw rug, treat me with unfriendly putrid acrimony and leave me tattered, slithering out snakelike bewildering runic symbols into the digitized sand in unthinkably dull garrulous computerized vertigo.. i like my music rigged with hundreds of weird little nano-epilepsies. a perfectly weird soundtrack to go with the sensation of enduring hundreds of gallons of bad shit proteins gushing through the cerebellum and brain goo during the average fucked up clueless prodigal lifetime.

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