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You feel it in you core from head to toe the sounds vibrate, thrash, and implode the synthesizer rythmns.  There is no way in or out.  The rage sets in through an escape slow and dense for a critical ear.

There around and around the arousal flows intrepid vividness through with intense viral trauma.  There is no width or length in the norm of industrial music.  It is a noise or a harmony tough and rough with out enough overflow into eternal volumes that never ends.

The most important thing of its attachments are metals and synthetic titanium resources. When relating to power tools to this music skills incorporate the applications to do the math and see the difference of opinion and comprehensive of music related to human skills.

Sitting in a basement where fragments of my teen years followed me as butterflies chase the wind.  Then there was a loud thump of air and music blistering my thoughts into evaporation.

Puppet strings were at ease and I was left to my wits end and shaped coffee coasters in the shape of sand dollars.  Hurrying to exhale while sitting with two men who were once young teenagers smoking cigarettes and moshing to Beastie Boys.

The chain smoking continued along with.laughs of the good old days when a "hoe was a hoe" and a big dog named Colton graced us with his hunter skills and interests. The loud sounds of Thunder rumbled through my core let out by sub woofers and amplified dignity.


I learned that those sounds in thousands of motion picture soundtracks come from industrial designed music.  As the night carried us,into LPs, chain smoking, and hunting conversations we need the night with soft guitar mixed with Latin artists .  The trees in the front yard guarded the house from storms blowing from the east and the night brushed by with club sounds such as music with alot of beats and the chain smoking lullaby to hush the constant going out and sitting in-house for hours of industrial and random selections of 90s deputes that felt better to hear than the industrial music nothing more to say about this topic accepting it's compelling message in such an transformation.

Lately ashtrays look full, sometimes beer bottles too.  There are cups that we drink from that along have cigarette butts in them.  This is beyond horrid and thrilling to think about.  There is half a cigarette in the truck ashtray that I won't smoke.  For one it's stale and getting even more so. Two I haven't had a lighter around in a few weeks.  Three didn't I mention rule of no smoking in the truck where not only I have and passengers of the gentler race but it leads me to tell you about the avenues of second hand smoke clouds.

Around and around second hand smoke hover thicker and thicker as my focus intensifies by the nerves and air passage ways of my body or something fill up with good grief and you guessed it right cigarette smoke my friends.