The other night in a particular period of time in the space continuum of fuckers I experienced a sensory blowing. Dorafa and I attended Sufjan Steven's gig in Subiaco- this fine thirty five year old possessing abs of a post adolescent amateur body builder took me on a ride that no physical matter or body could ever measure up to. We arrived in hope of folk songs, melancholy atmospheres and tears to be held in but on the contrary Stevens performed in such a loud but ethereal matter that all hopes were forgotten and never hoped.
Now I find that every human being on this world is doomed for their own personal apocalypse that will be conjured up with bottled emotions, sexual tensions and wants, childhood dreams, failed loves and hate. Before this happens, you must listen to the Age of Adz.
So there is some background music for you when your apocalypse arrives. Who knows, it could be happenin' right now. So go listen fuckers.
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