Tuesday, September 8, 2009


i am
the doctor oscillator
with vinyl fingerprints
and gold-plated nerve endings

tune in;
this vibe is infectious
it's like...

it's like nothing at all you've ever heard in your life

macroscopic rhythm reflected in the dancing drink; basslines smooth like oil in your spine - the beat divine, of ageless rhyme

polished wax shines in the laserlight, feet bleed on the concrete with jazz tap steppin' to the razors edge

who are we? we are squarepushing.

pushing the envelope, knobjockeys and attack the gates

with experimental audio weapons systems

1 comment:

N.R said...

A true master paralyzes his opponent

leaving him vulnerable to attack