Okay man, it's taking me a LOT to refrain myself from doing everything I can to find you. I would observe you from a distance for a while, get an idea of your routine, really get to know you. Maybe you'd be listening to Exai in your bed at night with your headphones. I'd see you skip over 1 1 is and it would take every muscle in my body to hold back jumping on you and strangling you right then and there all savage like. No... I'd let you finish up the album and just before you're closing those eyes to sleep, you'd get this feeling like something was wrong. But before you could react, you wake up, naked and blindfolded, with a sock stuffed in your mouth. Your muffled scream reverberates and you know you're in a big room. It's damn cold too with your feet on the pavement. That's when it goes off. 1 1 is. All around you, on speaker stacks 50 feet high, in all directions, at max volume. I'd sit you there hitting you with it nonstop until you phase out of this reality and become 1 1 is. Your molecules will undergo sublimation, transcending directly into the celestial realm of 1 1 is. All that would remain would be a sock on a metal chair in some warehouse.
...wait that actually sounds amazing. Scratch all that shit, you can keep your 1 1 is hate. Everyone else can meet me in the cosmos, how about 8PM tomorrow? Throw 1 1 is on some headphones and I'll see you fellas there