You're drifting into sleep onto of a large but safe tree. Suddenly, you're interrupted by a loud war horn, you're woken in a disordered rage, fumbling for your .308 rifle with one hand and lifting up your white Versace goggles with the other hand to look through the scope to see what on earth caused this sound. You look up from your scope to see an enormous skeletal worm projecting out of the snow-ridden earth. It's size is that of a landmark skyscraper and judging by it's temperament it wants to destroy life or eat skyscrapers, each of these seems just as reasonable. Realising the danger of your location (adjacent to the colossal thing) you swiftly grab your rifle, backpack full of survival gear and put your silver-tinted Vesace goggles back on your face. You take descent towards your glistening-silver Hummer you found in a derelict parking lot (somewhere you would imagine you would never find a glistening-silver Hummer, but for this reason alone, this is where such things exist). What is this cataclysmic phenomena? you ask yourself semi-ironically as you drive clear N.E. away from the planetary lubricous terrestris.
This strange existence we all [indirectly] share is not any one thing. This is a difficult point to comprehend. There are a universe of paths to follow, but you can only pick one path (plus even if you dabble in many things, inevitably, you are following one path). Along the way, rocks are being thrown at you by outside forces which include things that you want and things so unfathomably unreal you start seeing real and unreal are just two best friends who like to play tricks on you.
So as you're driving in confused yet hardly surprised anxiety, you're playing Tzusing - 4 Floors of Whores at full volume, which doesn't really help to calm you down but instead makes you laugh uncontrollably as you picture yourself in thick designer snow-wear being chased by what can only be described as "a big worm" in an arrogant silver Hummer playing monstrous yet suitable techno at an unreasonable volume - all while having these ridiculous thoughts instead of being maybe worried for your life.
Allow this EP to envelop you, trust me.
This strange existence we all [indirectly] share is not any one thing. This is a difficult point to comprehend. There are a universe of paths to follow, but you can only pick one path (plus even if you dabble in many things, inevitably, you are following one path). Along the way, rocks are being thrown at you by outside forces which include things that you want and things so unfathomably unreal you start seeing real and unreal are just two best friends who like to play tricks on you.
So as you're driving in confused yet hardly surprised anxiety, you're playing Tzusing - 4 Floors of Whores at full volume, which doesn't really help to calm you down but instead makes you laugh uncontrollably as you picture yourself in thick designer snow-wear being chased by what can only be described as "a big worm" in an arrogant silver Hummer playing monstrous yet suitable techno at an unreasonable volume - all while having these ridiculous thoughts instead of being maybe worried for your life.
Allow this EP to envelop you, trust me.
Published on: 31 March 2017
