Organisms are
Airships
Unable to trace a mystery of my
inversion over the original tease. Sublimely rather than subliminally. Location
of the root in a lineage of jazz. An aerostat propelled by the properties and
rhythms of life. Is it possible this can become the review? Mine is a
deconstruction too, deferring on the notion of adoration beyond composition and
playing. Percussion slows then bursts like the trajectory of sternutation. To embody
is to live. Organisation of time-travel by drones. Dirigible by the virus that
has driven me these past two weeks. Musically speaking, ambience is fused with
loop and the percussive, sounds with nomenclature dancing like rabbits. And all
jazz is cloning.
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