I am the liquid that drips onto your skin, seeps through your pores, and finds the center of gravity towards the remixing world of EH Casperlo. Judgement is hard to pass when the definitions of chaos and refinement have delved into the mind which we cannot comprehend. Suppose there is nothing between the sound and your ears. Suppose the solitude you hear is the discomfort of cells crying out and drowning in there own mire. Nevermind the hullicinations.... listen for yourself
