Recording artist and musician/music maker Dimitri Grimm, born in 1980 in himself. He releases music as Dimlite, Dim Grimm and Misel Quitno aswell as under his passport name and a variety of others. He was born so that you can ‘sell’ food to him, as he exists and withers away literally alone and like a nothing’s prisoner in idiotic, empty noise decade after decade. Right before he was conceived, he said: «oh my god, yes, I love it. Let’s do that. And I really won’t have a word in even my own life? And there’s noone I could even say anything to because there literally isn’t anyone? That’s so perfect. It’s basically God’s situation, just without any and all power over anything. And actually God doesn’t have any “power” over anything either unless I exist, you say? Oh, that’s so beautiful. I want that. And everything is completely retarded, abusive, loveless garbage from the moment I’m born, you say? No variation? And how long? Oh, man! So long? Ah, it’s so perfect. Will I “talk on the phone” to some random nobody and she’ll ask what my room looks like in this mocking tone even though it’s you, and you know exactly how fucking shit the room looks like because you made it? And can you do that so many times I won’t even know anything else? Can you please mock ME for how fucking garbage everything you do is? It’ll be just .. nobody. Infinite amounts of it. And noise. So simple and efficient. Efficient in not being anything. A world so idiotic, implausible and unlivable, no actual human being would ever put a child in it, you say? But I’ll be in it? And will literally every minute be drenched in motor noise even though there’s absolutely no reason for it and absolutely noone around? I want it. I want it so badly. Let’s go for it. Thank you!» And thanks for whispering like THAT means anything after 45 years of your garbage nonsense. How fucking alone can I be. I can hardly be aloner than alone. But you always manage to sink even lower. Fucking “whispers”. I wouldn’t believe it if somebody told me this garbage that is my “life”. You know you could just be in bed with me here and talk. Since you’re so fucking addicted to “talking” to me.. but don’t have anything to say. “Yeeeeah, there’s .. cars.” – “I know right”. You’re fucking pretend “talking” to “yourself” in my ear now. how fucking retarded are you. why be born at all you fucking nothing

«His releases consistently fluctuate between 7 and 10 among some of the best music ever made on planet Earth.» – The Apollonian Observer, 2009