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enter a journey of a friday night. all friday’s should be so entertaining and enjoyable. the first steps of the evening began with a recital performance deigned to create the fourth book of the Illuminatus. A discussion among men with musical communicators. Touching on the various levels of consciousness as we hurtle forward into the great beyond. The cavernous depths of the triple door played host to the lesson. The illuminasty Trio spoke to the masses. Plying its melodies and discordant rhythms until the masses united and proclaimed the boundaries that hold us all would be no more. Skerik spoke to us from metal forged from the depths of hell. Mike D. pounded on the skins of animals hunted down in the glorious fields of our forefathers and on vibes fashioned from the heavens themselves. Mr. Singleton caressed and abused his piece of wood hewn from the forests of old. We sang, we danced, and then they told it was time to close this chapter of the prophecy and wait for more instructions from above.

our journey, unlike most, continued eastward after these revelations. The next ringings had more proclamations of doom and less of the future. A triumvirate of hosts had gathered at the ancient Chop Suey to proclaim their message from beyond. Old friends, the master musicians of bukkake provide the foundation for the call. Other minions from beyond, Kinski and climax golden twins, answer the call to spew forth a sonic dissertation about the lands of yore. The spirits rose to the echoing cry of the mowen. The fury was not to be contained nor the memories to be remembered.

silence fell across the land. the last piece of the puzzle was to be laid. thrust upon the air was the harmonies from another land laced with the full psychedelic fury of ages past. a single trumpet punched through the dense curtain and the pixies plied us with rhythmic thunder and priceless images. OOIOO