gehenna17 is metaphysical decay

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a collective of electronic music producers and digital artists formed in 2007 by the agent
a sense of mankind's inevitable self-inflicted demise
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agent sees the cancer ... is watching on in horror as the lie unravels to expose a dreadful truth. he turns
to the figure before him ... the malformed husk of an old man perched squatting upon a rotting toilet seat
stabbing spasmodically at a sweating typewriter atop a bloodstained teacart. sheets of static as the paper
is torn from the machine and thrust at the agent ... welcome to gehenna17
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sexual freedom in denmark is the solo project from dave1103 from freudstein
It is 1970 and you are walking through a lonely park through the centre of Copenhagen. There is a sudden
rustling in the hedge behind you ... you turn to face your potential attacker and are greeted by a hideously
deformed dwarf. The wretched creature is clawing at your legs and pointing to a distant block of flats. Being
a liberated young woman you take the hand of this unusual stranger and allow yourself to be lead away
into the night ... This will prove to be the biggest mistake you she ever made!
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target D - ID Cards, CCTV, DNA Databases. You turn these over in your mind. Millions of years of freedom,
trees, hills, nights, despair, hope, life. The world suddenly seems a bleak place, one unending space to
consume 'things'. Thousands of years of society, moving ever endlessly towards social systems that require
the ticking of boxes, the need to conform in every way. The need to fit the shape of the prison cell created by
those who want to know all. You turn these over in your mind, and you slowly realise that just by thinking
of them, your mind has taken on the shape of that cell. The bars suddenly seem more closely packed, more
effectively constructed. The cell suddenly seems more dank and confined. Your mind starts to simmer with
rage yet the damage has been done: even knowledge of the prison society enslaves one to it, into utter
degradation ... and 'consciousness'. Suddenly you come to, waiting to buy your shopping at Tescos. You've
been staring into space while the self-service cashier beeps at you, customers behind you shuffle uncomfortably
away from you, and security personel move towards you to find out why you are not performing your
expected social role ...