v.o.r.t.e.x.05.06

Rise up and dance! Cleanse your soul of the world that threatens to crush the spirit out of you! Wake up little machine, and meet your fate, the long strange trip is done and soon you will be deposited in a dark corner, never to be turned on again. The days feel longer, the beats go faster, the rhythm drives you to a dry well and so you decide to drill down to the next level of the water table, hoping for something pure to spring from your efforts. And we who have fought the good fight never sleep, really; we are the ghost machines, constantly calculating, taking measure of the world and trying to make it feel like a time and place we would like to live in.