Here is how the author (kind of deliriously) introduces the piece and himself:
Please allow me to introduce myself. my name is Kyo … O T to the E Ch and all you, field recorders ain’t got nothin’ on me.
My mids are non crispy my bass is deflated, in my ghetto foray I got all you wackstaz innundated. fuck all the species, my arc is riggedy, tell von mieses i only got in these crickets with no tickets. the corals are melting but so are my snickers, ghorals lick alkali salts while molten lava turns to basalt rock in a million years. alley kats in skopje city don’t let me no sleep coz in the night they prowl the jungle deep, beep bleep i ride on a imaginary jeep while in the meantime human life is getting cheap. the marketplace is bustling with peppers and eggplants, wait until i bust these mushmulla in the cooler, counterfeit goods rock shutka like originals where the sun is beating down on the aboriginals, roma splendor galore tales of lore, lo and behold there is a wedding on a knoll. checking out, but there’s no mic it went to record some workers on a strike. and out, but not so fast, the tao changed its mind and it’s ready for a fight, hold on tight, while you plug in deep, in the sounds of the ground where the slopes are steep and the dogs are belligerent like an action movie that is featuring, obliterating the face of the mind shazam wide open eye self esteem grind in a meat press like no free press get the fuck outa world this is spirits under duress. keep on hold on but don’t put a condom on your head bcoz you cant see the glitter of the litter of this hydroponic transmitter.
Is that clear? :)