Schmerzlabor, the lone range dictator of the Hague’s bunker-panzerkreuz-motorwolf underground micro-state imperium to deliver the black ritual love=acid space=hell dirty brown life=hate parade by decree of his behaviourist compulsive drug rock disorder enforcement, and maybe not just another mutoid waste company of gamma-rays, but perhaps also a ‘kali mata’ pulsar flash of the slow-speed swastika strobe-light alfa-wave, not alfa-male, or rather more like some pity li’l bit of ‘shiva gnosis’ trial and mostly error from high-gravity ‘isis-urania’, where the ol’ grande wizard heavy-weight black mutha’ goddess’ rosy-fingered panty-hosed big-butt is giving birth to the setting, sinking sun. and pray if only mercury knows ‘the brother ain’t gonna like that’, the relentlessly fearful violence ‘down under’ in the dungeons of your own lost and favourite far-out neo-hermetic mind, ‘dig’ i’m saying?