Dick Voodoo

Under the pavement of the frozen Western gated communities, strange procession passes. Gathered in narrowed caves of alcohol and smoke, they came to thank the power electricity. Two operators response them, one controls the oscillations of its primitive mathematical machines, the other chants loud the volts amplification. They create the storm caving, the troglodyte fury. Leave in the dark waiting for dawn and announces other cities to assault.Dick Voodoo