oversight, lousy cook, gauché, accident prone, meticulous with one hand firmly grasping up-to-date maturity // SKUs extending and wrapping around the earth like intestines // week after week of poison ingesting for quick cheap inner-joy // my self portrait is unclear // i have balance to achieve // i can't see shit // not mechanical // frigid // short-fused but my nose is buried in books and uncanny knacks for intellectualizing and teaching my equals like i ever had a scale that didn't topple over with libra tears
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