Years have gone by since musique had a master. It has been corrupted, destructed and reassembled, only to be reborn as violent porn in a cloudless storm. Thanks beith to Psyclon Nine for madness and mayhem, kollections ov orbital crimes, un-divine. This world needeth thee, more than a baby needs the teet ov a harlot mommy. I tremble to thy tones as I scribble sadistque psalms., loathed and alone, amongst the murkiness ov explicit Eden. I hope to see thee in the cenotes ov mine city; ablazen and hellraizen.
Thanks for the imspiration and damning degradation-