A brief story celebrating the beauty of disintegration, of scalding noise and progressive destruction. The love of speed, breaking forward and casting aside all that is tame. A love song to the blossom as well as the bomb and all of the like obliterative beauties.
Nonetitled: similar to the long lasting sort of confusion you get sucking the exhaust fumes out of the tailpipe of a truck. It's industrialization for your ears. Chock full of good old fashioned subliminal messaging. Play this gently with a speaker on either side of you as you fall asleep tonight.
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