We are at the edge, we are reaching that faint line dividing what is vapor from what has not been so far.
Calm.
N///o ab so lutely not hing! No problems /// of // /rta! Justice /// // night! ! ! ! A ss a s h / / // / // /temp o , ,, M ile /// / / comes boredom /// /contr i! ! !
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The nameless man bounces in your head, you are subjected by the nameless man, you are rock-ed by the nameless man, you are malnourished by the nameless man! You want more and it grows inside, the straight beat, the stimulation of movement.
Mental harassment in the cyber-web, you cannot close your eyes where the frequencies make your neurons boil; NNNNNNNNNNNOIZE!! We seal our pact thrust into the dancefloor, wide eyes, dilated pores.
IT'S NOT VAPORWAVE, BUT IT'S NOT NO-VAPORWAVE! It has nothing Slavic or Cyrillic, although the physical aggression of the basses might mislead me, let's eliminate the hardvapour from this record, remove that TAG. MiddleEurope-Bald men creating railway stations within a venue too small to survive.
Transitional situations, symbols and rites, trance from the retro-futurist netherworld, reflectors that become opaque, apocalyptic shapeless monsters, structures, structure, dripping lard.
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