"Blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars giving birth to sons, that darken the skins that skins our drums, and we beating infinity over sacred hums; spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes, and Jesus comes every time we drum, and the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun-"

- Saul Williams, “Ohm”

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