The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
You were chosen before you arrived.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
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
