| I'm Andrew Jackson! ... and you're a Failure |
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| Deep in the depths of hell, beyond the fire, endless torture and other quintessential hell element, is a door leading to an entirely green room. In this room, seeping in flora, sits a chair. And in this chair sits a man and in this mans eyes sits a dreadful dream of some undulating arithmatic. Smoking a lead pipe as the noise foam drips from his inner ear to his outer ear onto his lapel. His burnning blood shot eyes gaze into the distance of the tiny room, seeing all that isn't there while the two halfs of his brain, an unlikely duo, proceed to enact an eternal struggle for superlative glory. A grusom battle to the rightious death, each lobe locked in a fatal strangle hold with the other; clearly it's sworn enemy... If you listen hard enough he can still hear the... A.k.A Tom and Oren's first "serious" porject. Electronic mind chocolate with a hint of insomnia... Discography: 001. Noise Foam, Indubitablamente |
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