ADDJ presents: Average White DJ

"A chalked nun lanced hunk. Dank hand clunk neck. Chunk end & lech dunk. Lanced chalk naked clad. A chunk lend hunk den. Knead laden luck clank, Uh?"

Home-town hood rat stuff for Anti-Artists. Remote gamma-charged ultra-sonic misogynistic worm giver. Reversing the psychic relapse, now so common, through the invocation of the history of feet. Tips and tricks for finding a great job. How TO know and what the hell do you know? When sh*t gets way too complicated in your mind and the nightmares are the common thread, call the next witness and experience a minor separation. Just don't say I didn't tell you to rule.

The Average White DJ would like to inform you that not only does pure, PURE, Purity exist, but it is also attainable. Embrace the secret legacy and soar on upon the mucus of your shadowings... Flow down the river of tears of your tenth year and find your star space!

Unrestricted by time, indirect access to the vibrational frequency of each dimension on multiple levels with the etheric alignment between two points in space is singular and in two dimensional form ‘blocked’ with low vibrational morphogenetic imprint-holds of energy substance.

They can be considered dimensional portals within a vast inter-dimensional conversion in consciousness, through the subtler dimensions.

Sound/frequency/vibration transcends the perceived boundaries between travel into other dimensional realms as it attains the speed of light.
The lightbody then serves as a vehicle for interdimensional travel.

The ADDJ Foundation in conjunction with Rainbow
Rainbow Vampyres Against AIDS and the Cupine/Nupine Project
proudly presents Average White DJ in Greatest Sh*ts
volume one. Serving up some 45 some odd minutes of
crusty break-beats glitched and stitched into tales
from the past about the future. Answering machine
tapes from the beyond, cut-ups, loops, beats and a
fart for the freaks. Drum machines both magikal and
tragikal, sonically picking the locks of genetic
memory. Like food you smell before you eat, only for
your ears. 98% EVP free,this is numerology for people
who can only count to 3. A self-help seminar for the
helpless that I hope you enjoy!

Blood libels are false and sensationalized allegations that a person or group engages in human sacrifice, often accompanied by the claim that the blood of victims is used in various rituals and/or acts of cannibalism. The alleged victims are often children.

The social stigma against cannibalism has been used as an aspect of propaganda against an enemy by accusing them of acts of cannibalism to separate them from their humanity.

The Satanic Smurf Craze was a widespread rumour or urban legend that came to a head in 1983 in Puerto Rico. It was similar to other Latin American scares, such as the chupacabra and the Gnome sightings in Argentina. The rumours told of how people had been seeing Smurfs dressed as The Devil, and practising Satanism. Some have linked the rumours to the fact that in an episode of The Smurfs television series, Gargamel makes the mark of a pentagram on the floor and generally practises black magic. Papa Smurf also creates potions and spells, which are considered by some to be a form of magic.

The Average White DJ graciously offers up another smattering of sonified sigilization. Instantly forgettable non-muisc for boner-core muffs. Magic camp indoctrination AND thought reform for ex-deprogrammers. A homeless man inserted into the internet and sustains the super-note. A digital seance for Marc Bolan. Icy post prog-rawk bastardizations for ignoble phantasms. Reverse engineering the remote-controlled extraterrestrial keloids of reformed, baby-eating warlords. A lament for the death of the number 3 amid a cultic milieu bold enough to ruminate upon the notion - what if the Ramones were buried in a pet cemetery?