the corner of the corner of the under-belly of the machine. the place you probably wish you could forget but can't. why look away? mechanical mental methadone needs no prescription or moral mechanism for merit... rock on motherfuckers.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
see the sounds
this is where the music and paint hit the fan. hopefully people can dig the funky radical blend of my obsessions. I'll be posting stuff I've made, and stuff you can make. there will also be some instruction/guidance for the new kids out there.