\shai rama/

binge drink from the fountain of youth / become forever frozen in the state of simple embryonic bliss // snort euphoric lines of pure -nostalgia- /// mutant party animals chilling in a jacuzzi / evolving and morphing into immortal weekend beasts / wrestling your subconscious - sampling all the mysterious noises from the ocean deep to produce a sweet dolphincore track /// a post-apocalyptic can of beer someone forgot in the freezer / and as your soul begins to flood with the limitless reverb of a million super -nostalgic- synthesizers \\ you sit atop massive metaphysical landfill of pure happiness and die alone in the clouds.