there is no reason to do this, no reason to write, no reason to share. there is no reason to make music, or noise, or whatever. there is just a compulsion, childish shit-sharing, i keep sharing this shit. there are millions of better, more talented musicians, millions of more committed magicians, and endless numbers of more dedicated decadents. And all this space, this unimaginable virtual space, being endlessly filled with noise, chatter, shit, more shit, on and on. everyone can express, ejaculate, emote. images - millions of images - that's what i eat - i got orgasms - i got screams.
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