The course of history often seems wayward and chaotic. It’s the gum on the heel of your shoe that a homeless saint picks off and plops in his mouth to chew again.
Uni grows underneath your fingernails when you sit next to your parents in Church, digging them into the soft flesh above your knee.
Uni dribbles from the mouths of sidewalk sleeping drunks and slithers into the throat of a politician to make him cough and loosen his tie.
Uni was there during your first masturbation and first confession.
Uni wakes you up in the middle of the night.
Parents of America. A new phenomenon has taken over our youth. Uni wages war on the apathy and digital narcissism of 1st world ignorance.
It is a cult of one, a cult of infinity.
Jack James is the voice, a slender boy from Texas with a penchant for glitter and Oscar Wilde, who came down from another planet to be the rock star of the future. David Strange is the sword, a grisled poet and carpenter who can build anything, writing sonnets and summoning demons on his guitar. Kemp is the brain, a crazed scientist who composes prog riffs and surrealist visuals, leading the three into the great abyss.
But you are the hands. Go spread the message.