Chyristalized drums in the strobe lights, raving in fancy london churches. My machines smell like Hydrochloric acid. Its a fact that they may be killing me, but i could care less. I am possibly the only fourteen year old with more suicide attempts to her name than even the great kurdt cobain. if you hate techno and christians and you know it clap your hands. come by and vote a couple times on my songs. i promise you the demise of both. NEWS. arty new message. i am not entirely sure if i am worthy of attention quite yet. my work is poor and easily exposed as fraudulant. do not listen. it is shit.