Live documentation of Meek’s freakouts, recorded in Auckland (honored by this Full House pun), which loops like a worm into your cortex and control your movements. Or maybe like those parasites in cat piss that make you like cats. Either way, some microbe is entering your nervous system and playing with the endings, until you lose all control to the vicious rituals of Meek live. Considering how shattered and busted the case in which this cassette came, I think it’s less a bad postal delivery person and more packaging-imitating-art. Nothing can control these insects from tunneling to your body…you may already be infected.
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