You made it through the dead forest, and the kings' soldiers have lost your trail. You're starving, but nothing here is alive. You come to a castle. Monks are gathering outside around a blackened tree. What do you hear?
Haunting Melodies and Devastating Rhythms.
Styles & Genres: idm, indietronica, organ music
Stuff I might email you:
FETISHES...hypocrisy/Fabergé eggs (or any jeweled egg)
FAVOURITE WINTER SPORTS...skiing/shoveling
POLITICAL AFFILIATIONS...Radical Chronodyke/Millenarianistic Chronodyke
FAVOURITE PILLS...speed/microdoses of mushrooms/digestive enzymes
RELIGION...at the end of time, time begins, and flows backwards toward the horror of infinitely compressing "big bang" (AKA big crush where we are all one, squeezed together, elbow-to-elbow, really uncomfortable and socially awkward)(this is why we can never know anything, because our minds our backwards, like the stitching on the back of a decorative patch, and the pre-sensory ingredients for consciousness, the responsive living universe, is utterly alien in its proper time direction, and we are alone, and it doesn't even know we exist)
MARITAL STATUS...see "PETS"
PREFERRED TRANSDUCTION PARADIGM...bifurcated oblidisk gyration schema