The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
The end is a new beginning.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
