Hiss.

I want to make static. Droning, hissing, breathing static. Low-end frequencies that make your heart tremble and your brain tighten up in a fit. Pulsating, dischordant, chaotic cacophonies that alternately make you wish it would stop and make you wish it would never end. Never knowing where the flow will take you; if there even is a flow, or if its all just a haphazard aural disaster. Shocked over both the simplicities and the intricacies of every second of sound. An assault on everything deemed 'music'.

I want my noise to breathe fire.



I think I like it here because the likelyhood of anyone I know ever running across this little piece of the Interweb is incredibly unlikely, and I can just write without fear of judgement or contradiction.

Oh, the blissful sounds of complete and utter chaos. Soon you will be mine. And I shall rue all of existence with you in my hands.