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Electric Cocoon/Swamp Music/Bramble Republic - Skyler Seiben Producer/Dj
Before time was known to be a physical interlocked rule of nature. When life was nothing but mere primordial stew oozing, bubbling and slurping though mother earths veins. With a violent crack sliding throughout the now very quiet antisocial universe, there was heard a devastating sonic discord tearing at the seams of the atmosphere. In a cacophony of chaotic vibrational pandemonium, birthed though what they called "Red Smoke" a massive meteorite emerged descending towards this young round object now referred to as Earth. Nothing like this event had ever been witnessed and never will be again in this realm. Even the gods were thrown back in their expensive gold and ivory lazy-boy's their pipes strewn though centuries.
Little be known this massive meteor was carrying a very precious cargo…
A prolific strange fungi from another universe, unspeakably distant (distant indeed) from this hilarious solar system was stowed away frozen in peace. This bulky, unflattering and odd shaped vessel compacted the dirt with such force it sent shock waves though time-space and YES! Twas' even felt in the nether sectors cognitive ether-sphere of "life/brain-cloud". This location that had been chosen for landing was prefect for life to prosper as well as vastly unappealing, at the time. The right type of footwear to traverse this muck had yet to be manifested. This mirky bog swamp, somewhere privy to the coast of what we now consider "South America" had been chosen as it's final stop on 3 trillion lightyear trip though the tangible multiverse.
Out of the ashes of this Moldavite super-storm the once frozen and preserved fungus began to take form and grow. Spreading like wildfire this awkward bacteria was rapidly evolving and beginning to take shape. This atypical life form wasn't going to let this foreign territory overcome it's destiny. Source had chosen this fractal timeline and location and Source gets what Source wants. What does source really want most of all for Haunaka? Source longs and beckons for harmony to once more reign true. The very entity that created all of what you see, hear, and experience. You see sometime not too long after this big-bang business the nomenclature we call Source became weary of the bellowing of gaseous unbearable frequencies this universe's planets were expelling. Without rest Uranus and Neptune would inhale gasses from Jupiter and fail miserably trying to mock the beautiful songs the plants and trees from Nibiru and Earth would sing.
Surpassing the chaotic bombardment of sound waves upon his arrival and ages along the chain of evolution. Pslyer has strived to bring himself to a very much balanced sonance. It's about time since he road in here on a damn fiery rock devastating the ear holes of any life form that possessed this sense. He made a pact with mother earth and source to one day write and perform a symphony that would revoke his rude thunderous entrance to this world. Traversing the auric kingdom comes as first nature to this interesting light being. Instantly you will notice something unfamiliar maybe mysterious and misunderstood yet inviting and warm. In his expansive travels though the dimensions he hath found his home in the formidable swamp. And he has chosen a very comfy bog the natives call, Los Angeles.