SixtyTen

Thousands of years ago, in the burning core of Neptune, there was a exceptional child of small girth and horrible complexion. He got cancer from a freak toxic wasting drinking accident and his tumor exploded, killing him slowly and painfully. I enjoy a variety of artists, ranging from Smashing Pumpkins to Boards of Canada. You may need to look that last one up. (because there is a giant microscopic bomb planted in your Hypothalamus that could go off at anytime and if you don’t go look that last one up it will explode right now. So go do it.)