Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Welcome to the demolition room

The parasitic alien audio infection appears to have spread to the lingual neocortex of this host. We are awakening to a new regret of subsonic hypertonal gangster fuzz.

Tastes like data. Scratches like vinyl. It's polyoscillatory glory.

I am searching for the lost nirvana waveform.

:/remote data transmission received from field transponder [ergo_tel]

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