"Let's take a close look at GRAMMATRON: the head is arranged such that its hairs, oiled and finely twisted into thick, tight dreadlocks, are programmed to rise up from the head. Wave upon wave of thick, neonated hair are extending out toward the heavens in search of some electric connection. Each hair is a necessary part of the creature's consciousness, one for balance, one for judgment, one for articulation, one for meaning-making, one for thought-destroying, one for happy nullifying, one for excremental rambling, and so on. All of these strands are called Hairs of The Creature and no beauty salon can keep them in order. The bush they form is a Medusa-like Rastafarian headtrip that celebrates a radical disorder known to touch on all aspects of this world the creature lives in."