LASERING. EVERYTHING. | splitgate2 | [6-8-25]

LASERING. EVERYTHING. | splitgate2 | [6-8-25]

I oft findeth myself wrecking those of us whom art less f'rtunate in this art.

With the holp of these God-given talents, strapped down into this Secretlab chair at which hour the moment strikes the swiveling of days, the sounds of deafeningly loud and repetitive electronic music speeding mine own voyage to hearing pure nothingness.

This.

This is mine own America.