The Comet Is Coming
Channel the Spirits

Heat, Sweat. How pleasant it would be to think of coolness while contemplating how "forward" the new Pink Radiohead Floyd is.

Instead, you happen to stumble upon this object, and I find myself jumping around trying to catch flies with my mouth.

Heat and sweat, welcome to my hot kaleidoscopic mind.

Colorful ethnic cubes, Afroanalog, bouncing on searing flows of bastardized jazz. So much jazz, rhythm, rhythm, so many rhythms. Cosmic funky. Psychedelia and zighinì.

Still so much heat, Funkedelic, frenzy, hip hop groping soaked by pre-2000 electronic dance.

Dj dromedaries, hipster camels fond of jazz, Dissidenten apparitions, sandy dubs, sonic spirals dancing like cobras hypnotized by narcotic flutes.

Feet tapping while smoking hashish, we let ourselves go, spinning frantically with our gaze turned towards the cosmos.

Surely some alien will respond to the signal.