The wall of sound that grips you in the palm of a hand the size of a bed, rolls you like sushi then unleashed into a jello like wiggle cuz it’s not enough to bump the head the body pounds pavement like a flapjack all ass-wacked and u still get up cuz the track crosses over to the next while ur blood cells pulse in-line dreaming of yogic soldiers throwin down sun salutations to speaker gods and firewire usb groupies.. FUCKKK… diving oblivion, no question no answers. glitched out dubstep i’m underneath it. Terenga. AMEN.

Mochipet. Was so busy groovin I didn’t even get a pic of him!

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