Welcome to the Bad Stream. It ́s about living in transition. It ́s about love and the dark sides of it. It ́s about machines, humans and it is about the internet. It won ́t be off anymore. It ́s nervous. It ́s about a detuned universe and all these micro-things. It ́s about Berlin and it ́s about ANTIME. It ́s hybrid. It ́s a channel. Shattered. Thinking all the time. More time. Disconnected. A constant jitter. In the flow. Good information. It ́s about a process. Something in the mirror. It ́s not free. Post cynical. Check. Decay unbalanced. It ́s about dead loops. Maybe they will never end. Thought they would. It ́s about loosing connection. To yourself. To the people. To these alien words. Change the world in silence. Which world? Oh, it ́s about noise, afternoon acid and twin reverbs. It ́s about being alone, a lot. It ́s about gaze. Me and my laptop. Me and my phone. Hell is more stuff. You and your stones. It ́s about forgetting. Numbness, pain, growing away from something. Shaping my mind. Every moment. It ́s red. Ego-pollution. It ́s about the next chapter. Just a beginning. Last season. But it ́s not streaming. Memories, waves. Polyzero. Are you here? Still there. There! An artifact. A piece of you. It ́s about morphology. Self archaeology. It ́s about spring and autumn and the hours between. It ́s about back in the days. The taken tomorrows. Myths of neuroses. Messages. Yeah, everything is real. What am i doing here? Self experiment. Bad imagination. Post reflection. More than a picture. Less bodies. Melancholic documentaries. Hyperlink depression. Everything seems programmed. The great filter. 31 tabs. Future cries. Bloom icons. Zombiefication. It ́s about reality shows reality shows. Farewell, black macbook. So many voices. The glorious chaos. Novi sad. Low battery. Truth. Not enough. It ́s about a new confusion. Weird livesets, Melt scars and inner 3D riots. Reverse walking. Doomsday surprises. Cinematic dullness. The #fear factory. The future rate of heartbreaks. 2021. Liquid sun. It ́s all fading into distortion. It ́s about black weed. It helps. More needs. Don ́t know. It ́s working. Not available. Jealous quantum. Half pills. Social hell. It ́s lonely. The limit of division. Everyone is branded. Pixelated polar bears. Madison Ivy. Inner Pjöngjang. Virtual climate change. No return. Love circuits. Iphone circles. E-decision theory. Paranoia in late capitalism. It ́s about micro moral modifications. Ruins of repetition. It knows it ́s lost. It ́s addicted. It ́s peaceful. These thoughts surround you. It ́s never outside. Recording the rain. Planet hunting. Afraid of my voice. Speech modulation. Face recognition. Happy for some light. Happy for some likes. Drown on mars. Hell is less you. Problem inflation. Help. Don ́t cry. Why? It has lost its mind. They constructed a different future. No revolution. Illusions. Online. The dystopian cyberspace. It ́s about scary drones, Fake off hearts and them free recommended choices. Monitor lizards. It ́s about transformation. Wrong clicks. News. Inspiration everywhere. News. It ́s about Echtzeit. Multi-profile coma. Artificial food. Distraction. It ́s epic. It ́s about data prayers and Megafauna. The emotional revolution device. Drift. Finally. I don ́t want to limit you. It ́s empty. It ́s about the links between us. Clovis chats. It ́s not random. It ́s private. No reaction. It ́s about impatience. Your stories make me cry. It ́s manic. There is so much to see. It ́s about web-downers, 00 ́s music magazines, psychozoic and pomegranates, Secret of Evermore and all the next guitars pedals, it ́s about nano attention and obscure micro-samples from the darknet. The dishonest art. Material chaos and even more. We like so much stuff. Asteroids made of plastic. Multiverse in superposition. It ́s about bot blood. We ́re not failing. Say it! We ́re not failing. You can eat our souls. Culture. Dawn of sub-repetition. Killer mantras. I don ́t care. Pop makes us mad. Techno(logy) makes me sad. Money erase the past. Tempest. Free wifi. Free will. AI winter. It ́s like everyone is getting insane. It ́s about boarders on the moon. Everything is clouded. It ́s about sleep. Amplified emotions. The fear of your body. It ́s about no sleep at all. A manipulated experiment. I´m like my father. It ́s complex. Not easy. Phantom context. Isolated. Stutter progress. It ́s about the fight for patterns to change. Tomorrow. A new horizon. Cause now is not the future. And this is not your life. And it ́s not even finished. It ́s about nine billion fragments. It ́s calm. Seventeen backwards. It ́s about copy and waste. Unghost yourself. Share. It ́s about the clock ticking. Timing. Time. Take it. It ́s about cheats and tweets and sundays. Can I repeat it? Nothing was wrong. It ́s about MDMA, Ketamine and Chocolate. It ́s about Boredom and Panic, Angels and Animals. Not living the lie. It ́s real. It ́s not only me. A self fulfilling prophecy. Together we disconnect our restless brains. Forever in their dream. So now that I forgot where I began, so I nevermind the end. I ́m gonna repeat, for the rest of the week, where nothing grows and nothing decays – in my Bad Stream.