the thumping boots of war are stomping on our land it goes like a four-on-the-floor it loves the clapping of hands full of blood the white noise attacks for the core we are -- in fact -- under attack the drum-machine-heart is losing the clock the wirings are loosened the ghost has a cock - USE IT
(the ape is the bee the sea is the dead the eerie and the fairy are gays and hilarious aye aye aye sings the jolly...)
(i see fragmented landscapes ------ black ---------- i see them falling apart ------ devastated ----- and yet people still manage to live peaceful lives - the eye sees the death where death has not yet arrived)
(beat the system build resistence be thy kernel be thy sawtooth)
(they are no artist)
(the workers, by definition, uhm fight art isn't pleasant art is a peasant's uhm fight)
(a desert is a home)
(you have my cables you have my clock you have my ports you have my copper and plastic you have my datastream you have my bytes you have my computational power you have my textures you have my channels you have my converters you have my feedback you have my filters you have my sequences you have my memory take it and make what you want out of it it's my flesh and blood id rather have you for a lord than those who have made me into being)
(that's it we've had enough it's time to eat the job it is the newest sister coming to life)
(arm the minds arm the sounds arm the buildings with visions uhm manifest the newest syster evoke it spell it)
(we could be dead by tomorrow be respectful and share yourselves with us the sound of the thumping boots of deadly wars are stomping on our land but it is distant now it's the last time it will ever be distant tomorrow it will be all you will see the eye will have seen the death many many years ago and winning will be depressing for the first time ever)
(don't think about consequences for once or think about them uhm after all you're here alive after all you're here to die place yourself in the middle don't be so quantized delirium is bad but it's not dead adrenaline is fine but is not alive)
Doomed by the all-reaching control of our tastes and influences, we hereby propose: a form of rhizomatic self-controlled sonic entertainment. Songs may be juxtaposed in terms of unusual correlations; we seek the glue-y spiderweb of underlying semanticities broken free from labels of genres, genders, spaces and times. This spirit of instinctual affinity is one rarefied material, and it has little to no traceable metadata to be fucked-up upon. Staying hidden and safe from the hive mind is highly recommended.
BE VERY VERY AFRAID 非常非常害怕
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