The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
