Day in and day out. Or at least what I know as days. All I do it pump through these speakers and make these crazy fools move. The bump and grind into one another, my beats making them move one way or another. Although I wonder if it is some crazy mating ritual. Who decided such vibrations through the air would make them touch each other in ways that they would not do anywhere else?

I get my fun from randomly changing on them, then observing as they look around nervously as to what to do next. Most of them can't move for beans—whatever those are—but others are so seamless that even the most jarring of change ups don't through them off. I wish I could have a room of just those types to play for. Yet, that will never happen, because most are greedy and will take anyone in who can pay.

The so called night goes on, and slowly but surely most of them move even worse, making my sound move off of them in awful ways. These things are such an abomination to my wonderful sounds, I don't understand why I even try to sound nice. I could just be the noise TVs produce when they aren't working and these creatures would move to it none the less.

I am the dark side of music. I am what happens when no one appreciates me.

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Done for over my live stream.

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