Nothing can stop this unbroken flow of churning noise. Nothing. It is without abandon, fearless, nothing can block its path, especially us. The noise is awesome, it takes your breath away, it is greater than all of us, a real thing of beauty. A terrible beauty. A beauty that can devour us at any moment.
Trance operation on the hypnotic signal to induce waves of contamination that infiltrate our daily consciousness + leak through our collective nervous system, thus a counter-inducement provoking an otherworldly response to the mesmerizing seduction of the Broadcast.
Delivering what is necessary to upend + disorient the brain’s hopelessly futile ability to latch onto the meaning of ANYTHING in the disruption of the Broadcast through Maximum Chaos.
Information comes in, it goes out. I follow it wherever it leads, without too much concern with its aesthetic implications…