will they accept my venture to a bleak night protected by a small box in a big field where pangaea birthed our one-ness // two stems at the same time // one must condescend // one will offer blue prints // the police are here // the one passed by vaginal walls late in the day in 1984 // my monitor and devices aren't connected but i'll bring you in for questioning // suggesting responses like probing and trapping // i don't want any anchors or weapons // my subconscious may be hurling them around and two of my eyes are seeing every paranormal hallucination in petty days of borders and control but there is a level i can reach peace and i'm all dry now
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This album makes you feel like you're inside an old computer that is on it's last legs. Everything is glitchy, aggressive, and decaying around you. There are only a few moments where it feels something is still functioning and intact, only to be followed by more sounds of disrepair. Truly a special experience. icu8some2