C-E-N-S-O-R

I produce, record, dub, collaborate visual & sound.
Samples 'dustrialised through power stochasticity;
boxed-in noise of static footage, provoking sound to
controversial peaks, abusing distinction between macabre & art, scaling ones entertainment by traumatising the viewers medium.

PLAY THIS MUSIC LOUD OR NOT AT ALL
AS ALWAYS TO THE GREEN GUY
TO HELL WITH ANY BULLSHIT

Your father was Frankenstein
~But your mother was the lightning!

Can not hurt me you fool!
~I'm not one of you

Drug addiction, alcoholism, sadism, beastiality, mutilation, murder, vampirism, necrophilia, cannibalism;
~not to mention a gamut of sexual goodies.

I don't know you people. Why are you here?
Does no good. Nothing changes. Nothing.
Get out or I'll hurt you. I can't help myself.
God damn you-you filthy son's of bitches! God damn you!
~I don't want to hurt you, but I must (I must).

Cut off my head, what would I say?
Me & my head or Me & my body?
T-take, take out my stomach, my kidneys.
Assuming that were possible
~I say me & my intestines.

A wee bit small, but it will have to do.
There is a rabbit loose in the castle, Rudolph.
Now I got your skin, covered, come back before I hurt you.
~Never send a monster to do the work of an Evil Scientist.

12:45; press [Return]. Restate my assumptions:
One, Mathematics is the language of nature.
Two, Everything around us can be represented & understood through numbers. Three, If you graph the numbers of any system, patterns emerge. Therefore, there are
~patterns everywhere in nature.

There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which known to man.
It is a dimension as vast as space & as timeless as infinity.
It is the middle ground between light & shadow, between science & superstition, & it lies between the pit of man's fears & the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call;
~the Twilight Zone.

Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job.
The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.
We know, the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad.
They're crazy! It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms.
Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.'
Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone.
~I want you to get mad!

Is--there--any--food?
I'm running this monkey farm now, Frankenstein!
& I wanna know--what the fuck, you’re doing with my time!
'Cause if we're just jerkin' each other off here, I'm gonna have my men, blow the piss out of those precious specimens of yours, & we're gonna get the hell out of here, & leave you and your highfalutin ass hole friends to rot in this stinkin' sewer.
~Is that food enough for ya?

Now is the only thing that's real.
The police used to watch over the people.
~Now they're watching the people.

I hope you make sure
we're properly dead before you start, old rip-beak!
I'd rather die here than in the White-Coats' tank
~It's little enough dignity we've got left.

It's a dog-eat-dog world, & from where I sit;
~there just ain't enough damn dogs!

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GREEN IS THE GRASS OF SURVIVAL
FEEDING THE COWS THEY DINE ON
ALL IS DISEASE HUMAN DISEASE SURVIVAL

BITES ARE INFECTIONS