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We are from Indiana were abortions are done in back allies, we will invade your states and women, Austin and Me (jerry) met in the sewers were mutant rats considered us gods for our universal anti'social music skills, our depressing lyrics, and mounds of cheese growing out our ears. we came to the surface for safety once the mutant rats fought one another for the praise of the sound, we found ourselves in indiana in the exact spot an alien fell that alien is now our bassist jon, he is part turple or so sayith the great taco lizard zhul his anus shot molten ravioli chunks of fury, Jon being an adolescent truple alien from planet 8 knew nothing of music, so he scouted the multiverse for musical talent and learned to play the bass like a horse on acid with erectile dysfunction, none of this story is false mind you but when crossed a sesame kid on the street he ended up blind with two fingers of rage. He now plays to darken the world for his home planets concur of the human race. We now play for the pleasure of the millions who consider them selves different or desire change when they come to our shows there among the essence of difference and acceptance. After coming to a level of insanity Austin killed himself after morning this creatures death we ran into a beat machine robot named torez he was compared to in skill and chops he killed many foes for his position in the insanity riddled group of Among The Essence, Then suddenly like a bat outta hell or a taco falling from a whores vagina filled with ranch decay a boy ney girl ney thing maybe named joseph the finger it twas a tras-sexual creature majog from nebula 22281 he insisted on 8=D is smaller then that of the 8=======D lizard of crash bandicoop upon the sound and birthed the day of TWO DRUMMMMERRRSss *cough* our machine it seemed had died yet from the ashes a mouse... man... creature... fish... guy appeared he is the Mighty Marc thus is the sound that is Among The Essence SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..... Yeah that's our story accept it but even stories can change a corpses out zombie samurai fought the turple alien for the rights of clarth blarv, the rage of turple beast failed as he lost himself in the oblivion of his own marshmallow core. This samurai zombie took his place with fingers blessed in the blood of many brains he rose to claim ownership of the bass of zachross and become the bassist for ate from which he'd spread death like a sore to the genitals of the world