onc upon a ie ti me there liv d a gnome in the magical land of Hell One.  a mystical garden of spears, torture equipment, and unloved bratty children all either bursting into flames and screams of agony, or going over the same problem in engineering over and over again without learning anything, the gnome Mallory sat alone, strapped to a bomb his waistband permanently that said "T-minus xxxx hours and minutes until you're whisked away to the Epstein island and forced to participate in the evil that goes on there, destroying the souls of the innocent forever and ever.  now Mallory was a gangster, raised around crips and bloods, so he wasn't about to take this lying down. so he said fine if there's no way out, I'll jump in this car off I go and drive it off a ditch.  but he was too tiny to drive a car, so he needed a human host gracious enough to commit dual suicide with him.

and so he sought and eventually found a young man who, ignoring his real name (sheets/soul) decided to team up and commit joint suicide.  but soul was having second thoughts.  and this born the inner conflict of the one Sephamore Thrush.  thrush thrush, Tatiana.  thrush away all the bad.

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Originally hailing from Louisiana, Sheets Soulstice is an attempt to bridge the gap between modern and ancient forms of communal music.  Blending folk, hip hop, and analog sound tapestries together, Sheets weaves together experiences rather than just tracks.  After a hiatus, Sheets will be returning to write, produce, and release music [edit - and film / visual arts] co'nsi'stent'ly ASAP.

The backdrop the near future, the setting: bleak.  Dickhole Dupree returns to his dusty ass shithole to find his wife rearranging their digital plant wall, the only serious investment they made since moving in.  He kicks back in his graviton couch and cuts on the quadrilateral triangle box to watch football.  It's The Sophisticated Angles vs. The Here-say Arguments again returning for the title match after an unremarkable tie for what seems like another one.  "The Day of the Dog Begins when you eat the 9th parasite," he sends up through his meditational hyperlink.  His wife opens the parachute door and responds through said orifice:  "please do not wear the chicken suit."  But it was too late.  He looks down at his bioflesh and to his aghastfulness sees the glimmer of crystalline feathers instead of his normal brown peacoat.  He lets out a horrendous yelp and leaps out of his chair and finds that his wife his vanished and yet her voice eerily remained resonating through the hallway speaking of the kale salad she had auto-digested earlier that day.
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senseless violins and lying marimbas
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