The Darkest Artist: Magic

I am often asked why I make the type of music I make or how in some cases does it come to be made on occasion. To this I respond "it just comes out that way, I am an artist." I make what I never heard with the idea that there must be others out there yearning for the same thing. We are all unique creatures, but we are a species of groups, cliques, packs, flocks, schools and the like. Amongst these is a sickness that spreads like an infectious membrane over free thought and openness to the possibility that nothing is impossible. We are all magicians, but our magic is designed by our mind and provided by our soul, although its execution is in our body's hands. Mine is The Darkest Artist, I eat sunlight and shit black holes.

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