Group Listening Party Fun Time

[sufi]

everybody pretending to act reasonable
this can only end badly

 

[woops]

reason is futile in the face of the rhythm that overrides anything human, petty concerns, the millipede is beyond reason

 

[luka]

Something big is coming out the swamp!

 

[woops]

at last the storm breaks overhead, threatens a flood

 

[sufi]

hang on, was it all just a dream?
we are back in the club, the music sounds normal, but wait a moment

oh shit here we go

 

[woops]

whatever it is attempts a parody of human speech, last radio transmissions on emergency shortwave

 

[sufi]

reality folds in on itself again, everything was 2d

 

[sufi]

a potemkin disco

 

[woops]

the wasteland comes into momentary focus before blurring again, bad reception, only glimpses of the horror outside

now it speaks with its own voice

 

[sufi]

the muses, fighting tooth and nail, tumble from view like valkries (?) behind the cloudmass
the simulcrum is becoming more convincing, we think we may be driving round town like GTA

 

[woops]

control is total and chillingly calm, implacable

 

[sufi]

disembodied generational whhops and rasta muppetry like stuffed museum peices, dolby stereotypes

 

[sufi]

only the ardcore remain
the skeleton of a rave

 

[sufi]

it still wishes it was a train

 

[woops]

offices and luxury flats stand empty, the plan to rebuild begins

 

[sufi]

but it's turned into the north circular, in a tunnel, under lockdown, peripheral, orbiting

 

[sufi]

gloating regertful, neither m25 nor hs2

 

[luka]

If the Jetsons was a greyscale dystopia

 

[sufi]

slivers conglomeratig trying to restore the erlier epoch in different materials​

 

[sufi]

yy is back