Creeping, crawling, oozing through the goo, the sound chopped brain shatterings bleedin drum and feedback stabs of subconscious car wreck – spiritual flashlight catches on fire and the sound of your ears buzzing your brain, reminds you that this is a dream. This reality is a disaster. Scribble it out and try again once your back on earth?
Carpet wall dungeon sonic pulses of the 9th dimension of hall and a choking disco soldier of well crafted broken leg dancing hymns. PLUG IN THE HARDDRIVE OF THE STARS until they burn your eyes back into the worm dirt.