Looking at everything you’ve ever fucking done. Feeling like nothing is amounts to nothing in a constant cycle of nothing where nothing matters with all matters, but in the end, nothing transpires, casually, though. Sacrifice like it was meant to be found, felt, and materialized. Zones only your mind has reached on its own, but a shattered experience like DJ Hotel’s Vacancies EP. You’re eyes flickering at the noises coming from the stereo next to your head live at [wherever-the-fuck]. Only quality over precedence of ego; to inspire the ego of attendees. The mood is totally weird, so go with it. Fire in Vacancies EP. DJ Hotel checking in guests like a club that welcomes all. At you’re own risk:
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