in 1998 i was received from prison. some of my rascal friends who loved the peruvian told me about the global underground sasha 009. I paid hundred dollars just for it to ship to Almaty in those times. Even though I am mostly a hard acid techno person it was very much enjoyable until that libra calling your name track came on. Then I was so determinedly revolted that I took the two cds, urinated on them, and threw myself under a towtruck and, for certain, broke one of my rib.
When I moved to England to do some business, I met an east london cockney and his girlfriend was getting the white fainting face after smoking 3.5 grams of the skunk. I thought this was very strange as I know warriors from Karaganda who smoke the 30 gram zoot and wanted to get into battle with new york mcs. So this is all very vague, but anyway he put this on before his jose padilla mix and then sure as the midnight follows the daytime, the calling your name libra track came on. when he asked me why I was going all white faced in horror despite not smoking the skunk like his girlfriend, I didn’t know how to articulate myself. I said, it is the girls voice. It is sounding like high school musical corney drama. I cannot imagine how grown men enjoy this. It has occult power, somehow. And he turned round to me and said, so you’re saying this music is nonce thelema? Now of course, I was not willing to go that far, but I had heard of Crowley in the Almaty underworld, we had to use mind manipulation on kleptocrats after all. But since then I have been traumatised, much more than when other big man put neadles in my pum pum in 1995 in the jail because we sold more products than his putrid gang.
