"Everything is connected, man." - Golden Brown KG ACAB
Nothing not worth undoing for Uncle Father's dice game by the ginnel by the alley by the road by the motorway. Arcs from nuclear missiles trail overhead, my own private metaphor for ejaculations behind the green door. Shout out to whistle crew 2003.
Euphoria. Technically just a series of whistles and clicks, useful when constructing the organic compound dopplegangstructure of the new century, pre nothing. A Hieronymus Bosch dsytopian nightmare where everything is of equal size (bacteria, fonts, planets, cars, cigarettes) of course segueing, telepathically, into the memetic compounds found throughout contemporary culture via
i. retyping subtitles to Downfall and putting it on youtube.
ii. the flashmob organized rape of former political leaders.
iii. a list of shoe shops noting which sells left shoes and which right.
iv. a 3D documentary on fox hunting containing a subliminal message about shaving.
v. slang nonsense
This is it.
