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a salacious document of two men in the midst of finding their roots. crank sturgeon returns to his place of conception to excavate the ichthyoidal remains of his forefathers only to use their raspy bones to prepare his dilapidated guitar and make the strings go all zZ$*n+|||!mmmmd><!"::!. inspired, he embarks on a hermetic ritual that has him speaking in tongues and esoteric feedbacks that apparently amalgamates the fish bones and the guitar into a fluttering xylophonic contraption, but just has him bearing the phonic dilemma of a son walking in on his guardian relieving himself in the fountain of youth.
soon after, charles balls takes the montana man-slide down the corridors of found sound possiblity, collecting aural testimonies under the his manicured fingernails and stringing them togther into a vague adornments that resemble mayan jewelry exiting the quixotic orifice of inexplicability. he thinks that juxtaposition and jokes about minorities are the same kind of funny.