Originally Posted by kimvictor
What's so unique about them?
They transmorgify treble peaks into paintings. They implode planets with the drop of a dime.
They absentmindedly stop time and inverse the root-mean-square velocity of air particles: moving through each aural vibration.
They hark haunting sonatas, which bleed and pour out like knives on a platter.
They moan in ecstasy as odd-order distortion shred each and every eighth note into sixteenth notes, each and every sixteenth note into thirty-second notes.
They bend matter with warmth, having forcefully imploded the continents on which only horses reside, congregating them into planetary ectoplasmic adhesives, melding each note back into whole notes
They are then chewed up and excreted as eighth notes right back into your palms.
They bend and shape the noodle soup and wallpaper, in between, outside, and all around the walls as the standing waves of the bass pulls the toaster upright, the oven upside-down.
They mash static with propaganda, set afterimages lingering on the television screen, grow antennas from out the back panel, wired into an alien binary channel.
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They were pretty.