I need to release the sound. I need to wake the people. As I float through the further dimensions I realize it's all inside the music... All answers, all reason, all hope. . . . . Let it guide you into the real world.
I feel the change.... I feel the need... the thirst...
By the years every time my ears sent the techno sound to my brains....
My brain and hart translated it into movements..
The music made me move... I never stop.... What gave me the energy, the push?
Drugs...?
No... I also felt it when not using dope....
Now I know..... I saw it with my own eyes...
the pulses, the bits... I saw it...
It was real... The brainscan was real...
The virus eats way trough my brains, hart and other organs.
I am at the point where I'm not sure if I'm still human....
.... or a cybernetic techno organism.
The virus needs to be fed with technomusic every day...
loud techno... partys....
the music... the people...
terabytes of energy
I will never stop dancing....
'ntill the music stops...
Mr. Mindsynth
I need to release the sound. I need to wake the people. As I float through the further dimensions I realize it's all inside the music... All answers, all reason, all hope... Let it guide you into the real world.
