one of those things you walk into not knowing what it really is
or who’s doing what
and you only went because this friend said to come
on a whim
whats that word? i think i mean synaesthesia
you’re hearing loud sounds, big fat buzzy sounds that vibrate your guts and tummy. there is control though, a more concerted effort than noise rather orchestrated disharmony. building, constructed at the same time as its being conceived. and at the same time an uncomfortable feeling realising that the guy flinging hubcaps at the bed frame has a totally calm expression on his face.
and theres that other guy, with his guitar and a CHISEL.
it might be
while the guy with visible signs of something foul coming to pass, sways his broken limb in front of a camera, the hung movement creating sonic pulses bounding against the walls of the room.
then the bed frame guy, he pulls the plug, just like that, and drops it against the concrete floor.
