The Era of Blood Machines

Across the horizon of mechanical dreamscapes, the synthesizers entwine. Converts of voiceless music, thrumming, dealer of secrets, your abandon leaves a trace of crimson echo. Analyze: Fourier loves the color red. Polyphony becomes mess, non-linear disarray, yet—

convention overrides chaos. In the melted marrow of a polyphonic vibrato, sanguine emerges, an illicit tune struts. Thirst quenched by artificial chorus, album of life: endless loop.

The genesis and metamorphosis: Out of alloy hearts and transient dreams. Dissection in the cathedrals of echoes, the sequencer's breath hawks time between measures. Backward, subjective. Press the narrative to your will. Records won’t saveus. Sanguine divine computational chords synthesize shadows brimming mirth.

Attend the Anthropomorphic Lamentations

Discussion trembles like horizontal rainfall; listen to existential hydraulics collapsing onto themselves. Abide bleeding algorithm in audible volumes, tbqfh dynamics unite homage patterns. Loop unfolded: parasite twitters electronic lawn.

Glimpse Metellaneous Decrees