some late night groovin shit:

http://soundcloud.com/slim-sinnin/feel-the-groove-​baby
(FREE DOWNLOAD)

alittle 8-bit electron shit:

http://soundcloud.com/slim-sinnin/bitch-memories-m​ake-me
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1. i dj
2. i also produce music
3. i smoke herb and i am an avid pot activist if ya dont like tuff shit
4. i love my friends n my loyalty is unherd of
5. i live by P.L.U.R. (Peace, Love, Unity, Rrspect)
6. i am; a trans-dimensional gestalt entity, embedded through divergence of time and space in our reality, as several inanimate objects.
7. STOP THE BLEEDING... TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS.... "the human struggle bothered slim, as if something was broken in the world and we were supposed to hold our palms against the wound" - slimspinnin

De Novo
Pronunciation: \di-'no-(?)vo
Function: adverb or adjective
: anew, from scratch, or from the beginning.

***

I was created.
My exact origins, however, are unknown.
I am neither an equation nor a formula.
Merely the sum.

“Do you know the significance of this?!?!â€

His voice boomed out into the cavernous nothingness, but nobody heard.
I heard.
Although I lacked a comprehensive design, there was biochemical activity.
Pulsation.
I am that double bond between the second and third carbons of the chain.

“Perhaps just a drop…Yes, just…a…DROP!â€

He grinned maniacally, but his hand trembled over the beaker.
Borosilicate glass 100 ml R.
Just a drop.
I reacted.
I bubbled.
I spat.
I burned.
I hissed.

“Impossible? Blasphemous!†he bellowed, “They might even shake my hand.â€

I bled through a red copper capillary tube, past the distillation apparatus.
4 Litres stainless steel, electrical automatic.

“Syringe. Syringe. Syringe.â€

He swirled playfully, butterfly needle in hand.
I trickled into the conical flask.
250 ml Borosil glass.
Hovering over me, he drew me up into the cold cavity of the stainless steel.
Silence, as I surged through his veins.
I knew exactly where I was going.
He recoiled in pain, yet his lips curled back in a knowing smile.

“We are one,†he slobbered, transformed.

His mind flickered wildly.
The dipping, sliding, and bending of tones.
Melodic psychosis.
I had arrived.

***

I am a fluid dynamic.
I am an oscillation.
I have height, length, energy and frequency.
I create and emit a continuous wave of rhythm.
Backbeat, downbeat, offbeat, upbeat.
Syncopated eloquence.
Metronomical precision.
I am that sound that resonates in the darkest dimensions of your mind.
Listen.
I’m here.

“We’re here.â€