The subliminal discordance of this noise is music to my not-at-ease mind; and like key to a lock, my mind suddenly feels at ease. post modern shit, 1st world problems, yada yada ye; maybe it keeps me off the edge, in the vortex, and away from it all. maybe kryptonite. maybe weird. maybe here. maybe maybe maybe. live. die. love.
one thing i know
i love whoever made this

you can find the album here: http://syrphe.bandcamp.com/album/newfound-grids
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/litterairlines/

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