Whatever happened to hesitation?

Walls of sound.

Feedback and endless, droning bass are my only friends, and my only solace.

I wish I could sleep inside an amplifier.

I wish I could have sine wave dreams.

You should have seen her

At one with the gods

She said 'Lets sing the cripple song.'

And I was gone.

I need to be blanketed in sound, assaulted with frequencies and caressed by tones.

Noise and noise and noise and noise and no eyes.