Think on the language of propaganda. Its order and surgical intentions.
It constricts you.
We release you.
Artifacts are cobbled together in a delirious battleground. Organic materials contrast the industrial reflecting a chaotic underground rave pulsating in computerized primal grime.
Symmetry is built
and destroyed through our processes.
Information is forced through a system that acts like a broken assembly line.
Forms are cut, grafted, or lost.
History and contemporary clash.
Vertigo and insanity poison our spirit and belief.
But we hold it together,
for there is freedom in the chaos.
Do not fear it.
Cast laws and norms out of your mind.
They are not you.
Eliminate the propaganda and its order.
Be free.
