Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Shawn Biggs at Studio Paradiso, San Francisco, California
The temples pulse and the heat comes over us, as if an oven door were opened in our face. The lights have all turned something queasy and we notice that we're sweaty everywhere. We might even have some body odor that we were unaware of just moments ago. BEAK> makes us wonder if we've been running on a wheel this entire time, or if we've fallen madly in love with a weird vortex with pretty hair and powers in slow-moving hallucinations.