techno dada

We're like feral children coming up in here. Raised by wolves. Literally. Now all this stimuli and rush of new experiences and feelings about what is really happening (which #1: WHAT is really happening? And #2: Feelings are things we can't even describe let alone understand because before we were, like, on all fours foraging for food and keeping tails tightly tucked between legs) is so foreign that we're standing here in all this light with our lips forming little puckered "O" shapes and maybe a squeak-type sound coming out of us and knowing, just "Knowing" this is a whole new world entirely than the shady boughs from whence we came.