A open source communication - live transmission - the interstellar textual echo of two self styled pioneers of inner space. Sources , horses and courses in body work and electroacoustic art. All are welcome.

Thursday 13 March 2008

Walkmans

Internal noise - is the city just a sea of echoes ? Sounds crashing and breaking through our armours and bodies ? Thoughts and impulse stripping our skin and leaving us bleeding together like corpses flung around a twisted ideal - empty cartoon sketches - inside out - anatomy trains - the lines of our virtue traced like graffiti in neon reflections and puddles and rivulets of blood ?