Yes, there IS a secret message:

Like Orozco’s plasticine lump rolling through the streets, we want to drag our minds around in the back alleys of consumption. Washed up, washed out. You are buried in imagery! Just gloss over…that’s what it's all here for, that’s what you’re doing anyway. Get buried in the 30 second search. Considering the speed and relative nonchalance with which we process that imagery, it only seems fitting that you are making connections you don’t even realize. We all are. To us, glitter .gif gifts, text, and photos all bubble up onto the same shore, all dense and foamy and glued together in momentary concomitance. Or forever concomitance. It depends on how you wade through it. Nibble, gnaw, swallow: it all ends up the same, anyway. Go ahead and wallow: you are free!
Who we are is totally dependent on who you are: We live here, you live there, we live there, you live here. But please contact us. We are building up, up, up, down! Forward, forward, forward, low kick…some of us are masters. That’s all I’ll say for now. Bios coming as we all congeal and seal up old wounds.