We make sounds for imaginary animals, mountain people, unknown space friends, dogs, and you, for you are us, we, whether you like it or not, and you are los space amigos. oui. these attempted sounds evolve with the slow melt of glacial ice caps, but not because we condone extra-terrestrial global warming and far out sounds like dubya farting sped up 128x. we do. however, like creating sonic temporal art and letting it evolve one. it fulfills like turkish delight, like oven-fresh vampire feet muffins, like bananarama venus love in the phildo triangle ten miles west of clarkston washington....what were we trying to say?oh boy, now through the wonders of technology you can have some oracle shack for yourself:
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