.Rob Mazurek

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S&V volume 1 and 2 The veins are a through line of existence. Tiny bits of digital information wrapped around arteries creating the muscle and tissue. It stretches it recedes, all is heard and nothing is heard. With the expansion of a sound, time is stretched, the muscles tense, the lightning hits, and sparks litter the upper cranium. Anatomy of a sound. Anatomy of Anatomy. To construct from nothing you start with the tiniest cell. A structure is built. Is it architecture? Is it a frame of a human body? Mass against mass. The monster slowly builds on it's own inertia. Dead inertia soon to be wiped clean from the hard disc and tried again and again and again. A cell holds fast and begins to grow. Electric eels are used to penetrate bone skin and marrow. A white spectral sharp light moves an arm. Re-Animation through digital manipulation and cross fire. Cells expand; silence is as large as an explosion. The eyes a pale yellow, convulse in their sockets. A threshing machine stews the digital desbrie that will feed into the mouth of the thing. It is worked and re-worked, needed like dough into a conglomeration of moving parts and stasis electricity. You bust it open, you stitch it up, you slice, liquid flows freely about the room. Digital liquid formed from analog hissing trains penetrating the cosmos like reverse black holes. More digital liquid spews about the room engulfing the materials within, all is burned and is burning. The lights flicker on and off and sparks shoot out the windows. The whole space turned into a dark cloud of digital dust and mayhem until finally with a final gasp and burnt hands the ashes of time continuum takes to the air and never stops rising.... rising.... rising.....