It’s not a metaphor or simile when I suggest sound is pliable. When one takes a sample only to “Shove It,” a humor is abound that takes a certain smile to lick. It’s similar to anything else at all. It’s a backward gambling ring that’s down the street in a store where you must buy tickets to scratch “in the back,” which is a degenerate’s game. But sound is a manipulator’s game. I get it now. It’s an appreciation of just foregoing all insight of WHOM, and “Wut? Wait. What was that sound? So, why?” Wanting to go out on a limb is crucial. Fuck off with dedication too. The complete package is TRUCK STOP at 4AM like a rabid fiend that woke up too early because they miss-timed their drugs a night before. Like, “I’m Lit NOW: LET’S GAME!” And nobody their to game but a black space on Bandcamp and an addition to a larger set of rules. Combine culture: