once, as well as many times, in space, there are humans.
in similar space-time as humans is the concept of numbers.
the numbers are needed deep within the humans.
humans do amazing things and terrible things with their numbers.
within time some numbers begin to disappear from sight,
while others begin to ring in human ears.
numbers that are untouchable by calculatory hands.
it is the sound of the heart beat, the earth, and of the sub-psychotic magnetic
fields that lead the marches of insects and robots!
the sub-psychotic omni-dimensional fields may remain dormant
underneath existence in your mind, as existence is large and heavy here,
but when you feed and thrive constantly for new paths to unplug yourself
from the great universal reality (existence, time, etc.)
the great transcendence will begin once again with the ultimate unplugging of us all!
then comes the sound! large orbs radiating fluent sonic wizardry vibrating sub-atomic
masses of multi dimensional, invisible, indescribable possibility in your mind!
in using instruments of transcendence, conscious/unconscious travel is achieved,
and the great vision of inspiration carries minds of many to a blissful wonderland,
where we all harmonize with entities of pure creation and live in peace for all of time.

yet somehow we must acknowledge the many miraculous lower levels.
energies in our universe which threaten to keep the souls of the humans
eternally in chains. it is up to our humble tribe of space gnomes
to travel through time and space to assist our brethren sub-psycho-dimensional
insectoid spirits in their brave battle to forever liberate the human souls
from their evil creeping icy hunger for omni-numerical expansionism.
the robot breathes within us! we must unite our non temporal sub-realitys
together to ensure a peaceful future.
using our musical and alchemical spiritual technology, we will transform harmful energy
into fluttering gold inside of harmonious breathing, filling human heads and souls
with phantasmagoria!
all will be well, and we are here for you
love, milo tony micah, nikita, and jeff. and in the end...everyone wins! haha HHAhhAha heeee hooH haa ha aHA AHA HA HAHA AHAH haha ehehheee hee he ehhehooh ehehe ahaha HAHHEHEE hEE h ehea hHEhHAahA ahAhA ehahhhahahahah HAHAHA hEHHE HEE HEE HAA HAA HEEH HEEH HEE HAA HAA HO HAH HO HAHAHA