porl, drums & cymbals drilling and smoothing, flowing blows to the unity of the Zen-core nothing-blast, borg-ing into the low end of the sound field, trancing, beasting maximal. sweat is his sugar. adrenal. wooden hammers are the paintbrushes, triceps control the brain for the duration. fire with no-flame. sparks with no-light. being without thinking, being felt without being heard. solitary meditator of rhythm. despite knowing and doing nothing with no one to turn to except the torture factory inside - his mind always wants to be still as a pool.