obeying any of the senses is the strongest form of masochism felt, and the same song is repeating over and over again and is painful to listen to. the slow chords and melodic rythyms from years before birth echo caveman-istic feelings known since someone went ahead and pointed out sex. each journey goes back, back, back from the 4th to the 3rd to the 2nd finally to the 1st dimensions with everything spilled out on one piece of paper, illustrated by darkened pencil lines and aggressive dashes. words don’t come off, but are torn up over and over in intricate delicacies and inflections that aren’t heard over the static connections. all subtleties are lost in lies.