The broom tongue on The Buggy Boogie Woogie evidently has whisk-fringes. Never part of the conventional social structure. Unglue the lids of the nuclei and release the pure white phosphene stuff inside. At the higher levels of energy, beyond even the electronic, there is no form. Form is pure energy limiting itself.
Form is error.
A forest creature approaches the protein vats. He dips his spoon in and slops up prophetic credentials. The clusters of notes are like pulsing electron grids imbedded with Van Allen Belt movies. I guess it's metal music. Metal is good.