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I was glad to cast aside the shackles of metal and it's bed fellows. I left the stigmas of dance swimming in a sea of aloof companions, funks message is all but lost on our decomposing souls but, I've taken heed to some advice; "don't look at me I'm ugly in the morning, I ain't going over the wall, (to) see you baby shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, let me hear everybody sing" Truth is bio hasn't been written yet. This is just a few hurridly cobbled together paragraphs that hopefully grab you're attention long enough to save you from visiting a porn site. Guys. Mostly. Machines. Instruments. You don't need this! I'm insulting your intelligence by writing this! The musical mission is electro. Embark and get off!