Fake Shit

In Leulogy

Country

Selflessishness

Dogs

Song of Earth's Despair

This morning dawn like all the rest greets me silent calm and woke, I know the many people in this town would rather I jumped in a lake and drowned.

I guess you'd say I am an asshole, telling all the people all I've told, how the pain of mother nature unfolds, or how the human species needs to croak.

I'm just so tired now from all the Saturday morning cartoons, filling up my past with dreams of moral nature and all that.

Reagan made it so that all the television shows had a little moral telling you to be good for goodness sake. 

Well now I'm an adult, a millennial, you know my inbox for insults is getting full. I didn't cause this mess or fail to rise, boot on my throat spells out my demise.

Why didn't you care, why didn't you do something, why are you still there with a job calling shots and raping the land.

Go home, retire, do a puzzle. Have cocktails and fuck each other. All you have to do for us is get out of the way or we'll make you pay some day we'll have no choice, it'll be you and us and you'll be frail while I'll be broke.

You had every chance.
You had every chance.
But God told you it matters what little sexual organ lives under your clothes.

You had every chance.
You had every chance.
But you had to be sure no boys could dance together.

It sickens me how you can see the clear demise of hope the devastating scene, and still there's only one big dream for you.

One day I'll die.
I'll go up into the sky of blue.
Jesus will come back to you.
He's gonna torture all you little shits.
He's gonna tell you all the sins you've kept.

Fuck you.
What kind of god is that?
What kind of stupid inscure little child is that?
Can he not get over all we've done with just simple little look at what he's failed to save us all from:

Genocide
Famine, war
Exploitation, pain of every sort

You think this god deserves to hand out judgment.
I think you need to shut up and leave the government.

GO HOME.
GET A DRINK.
DON'T BOTHER US.
WE NEED TO THINK.
YOU FUCKED IT UP.
YOU WON'T BE HERE.
TO CLEAN IT UP.
SO GRAB A BEER.

STAY OUT THE WAY STAY OUT THE WAY STAY OUT THE WAY STAY OUT THE WAY.

JUST DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE

JUST DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE

Go Home

I Need A Better Way

The lyrics have a lot of noise over them, what needs to be made clear ends up clear through the song. This regards the feelings of being exploited by adults when, as a child, I became involved with the early internet. This is autobiographical. This was not my entire experience with the Furry community, this was just the most lasting impact of my involvement with the community.

Sorry

Transition

I saw you sitting at the...

Felony DUI - PCP

Hell Yes

This Crazy New Thing

Programmer

Rat Park (Radio Version)

The anchor of all that was made
Meant to light a loved one's face
Meant to be looking for grace
Who hasn't been around, and won't now
Isn't as bad
as the pain of the years
spent runnin' through minds
hoping to find one for mine
but
That isn't as good
As the feeling I can get
creating art for no one's sake

Simply extending to myself the kindness to be wrong
Speak my peace
Leave a memento for the people
A thousand years
A thousand more

One day even I won't bore
I'll be special as a specimen
for surviving irrelevance
Never touched
Never stolen

Left for martian Magellan
To discover
And relate
To the awful pang of fate

The universe comes through us
To experience itself
But doesn't want
To be bored
By someone too abstract
Unwilling to adapt

Beep boop blorp
Hello aliens
Here's my report

It was lonely
All that glory
Left behind inside the cities
Was built by a minority
Fit to lead

I was a defective cattle
Mooing out my childish fable

I wasn't beautiful
Only a little smart
Always breaking my own heart

I couldn't act
couldn't sing

the very only thing that I was good at

was leaving evidence that I was here

and didn't think anything all to great

All That Was Made: The Anchor

Why is everything always so god damn tragic for you,
God damn it's like there's nothing else,
But your,
Stupid past and how you love yourself,
And you can't, 
Stop asking me to stroke your ego
Damn.

It's not like that, 
it's not that simple,
Long ago I stopped being able
To speak to
Anybody for more than
A few words before falling into
Traps unheard.

Feeling great distance grow between
All of the silence, 
And the stupid selfish interest too
Wanting human interaction
To be all satisfaction

I guess
I just remember all those years
Curling up so afraid
Not finding people I could be with
Don't know why it killed the pain

Now I'm old and married
Well surprised that I ain't buried

But i
Still find it's the reason why
I call out from time to time
And say

Hey friend wait a minute
I know you've been
Doin your own thing now for years
But it would really mean a lot to me

If you could listen while I scream

Now I don't need to talk about what I'm doing or what I bought,
I don't give a lick bout what you think,
And I ain't just smokin pot

I wrote out all I needed on this shitty little napkin
Won't you take a look
Take listen
Put up with a magnet in the kitchen
Cause I ain't tryin to be your favorite artist

I just need to know you noticed

Hey Friend Wait A Minute

I knew I couldn't have you
Until I could have myself
I wouldn't wake up, wouldn't work
Couldn't manage to clean myself

I bought a plant or two or three
Five ten twenty five or more
I bought them lights and watered them
And then i watered them some more so that i could wake and sleep
And water them more

Soon cookin' meals and postin' pics
Of flowers trees and vines
I knew but still my heart couldn't fill
Till I could make you mine

Now you rooooooll to the side
Lift up your legs and sigh
Want your belly pets and treats
Until the day you fly

A song writteI remember slot cars, country trails,
Sierra Nevadas touching the clouds,
I remember how you'd change
Anytime anyone was in pain

You drifted on your way for years
Ashamed of being fond of beer
I know it took some years away
I know memories fade to grey

But I remember rockets in the park
Pink Floyd stirred my heart,
A little walkman, a box of tapes,
Cindi Lauper soothed my fate

I remember stuffed crust pizza
Anytime we came to see ya
That time you jumped off a house of boat
And a great big splash that was no joke

And I remember all the times,
You tried to help when I'd lose my mind
Telling me the awful truth that's a little great
There's only I to guide my fate

And if that seems a little harsh
Keep in mind, the mind is dark
And two kindred faulty apes
Can find great comfort even grace for my dad

Dad's Song

Painting patterns in echeveria
Gentle meadows of soft sedum
Angel wing begonias
And day lilies out to greetcha

Iris all over
A buttercup or few
I couldn't get you flowers
Half as fine's the ones you grew

Well when I wake up in the morning
And get to goin' out to water
All the plants that keep me doin
Approximately what I aughta

There's no surprise in who op'n my eyes
The plants and bugs and little things
That add up to what makes a garden
All the things that lead to harvest

What you sow is what you'll reap
How'ya make yer bed's how you will sleep
Sometimes life'll make you weep
But her son I'll always be

Mother

There's a chance when you play this
I may have done something selfish
And in this moment the past would like to say
I was wrong to make you feel this way

If I could take it back I would
But I'm probably busy takin some kind of offense
To something you only said in your defense
Because all we need is a little more time to breathe

Me across the room lookin' angrily
Prepare your heart or lonely be
Extend your finger to me daintily
"You wanna maybe E.T. it, babe", Like we like to say

Me, I know you think you're right
Or otherwise there's a point to be made
The only point to be found before you run your friendship in the ground
Is to learn when to say,"You know, I'm really sorry"

Babe, I know I've let you down
So from me to you let's forget this clown
Press your ring, to mine, an a, straight line
And say "Wonder Twin powers, activate!"

You might really need for me to care
I might for no good reason not be there
Please remember how I'd always say
"You are my favorite depu-tay"

There's a chance when you play this
I may have done something selfish
And in this moment the past would like to say
I was wrong to make you feel this way

If I could take it back I would
But I'm probably busy takin' some kind of offense
To something you only said in your defense
Because all we need is a little more time to breathe

To You While I'm A Jerk

When you were just a little thing
Compared to other dogs you were a dragon king
And then you got older, awkward and lanky,
But lovin' you made us oh so happy

Ziggy!
You are my young man.
Ziggy!
Protect us I know you can

And when down the creek you did run away
To chase that hound dog actin like a stray
I picked you up and carried you home
An enormous fluffy bag of bones

Ziggy!
You are my young man.
Ziggy!
Protect us I know you can

Now when I see how you get right in the way
Guarding the entry wherever we do stay
How you run out to the back and bark and Bay
I think you were a wolf sent to protect us that day

Ziggy!
You are my young man.
Ziggy!
Protect us I know you can

Ziggy!
You are my young man.
Ziggy!
Protect us I know you can

Ziggy

Tova

Mirror Games

Enabler's Lament

Return to Muhlenberg

Pacifist Roots

606 Pickup Styx – Ghost in the Circuit
Format: Metal Cassette (Type IV) | 5 Tracks | 17 Minutes
Series: First in a four-album exploration of Roland drum machines
Genre: Electro-Industrial, Minimal Wave, Early Hip-Hop, Noise

Concept & Sound
Ghost in the Circuit is a mechanical elegy—a journey through the mind of a digital entity trapped in an urban network. Powered by the TR-606, the album channels early ‘80s electro, industrial, and minimal synth, embracing machine-driven grooves, metallic textures, and the cold allure of synthetic landscapes.

Optimized for Metal (Type IV) Cassette, the format enhances:

Bright highs & deep lows for crisp percussion & evolving synth lines.
High dynamic range preserving both robotic precision & analog warmth.
Tape saturation adding natural compression & depth to the mix.
Narrative Arc
Pt. 1: The entity admires the neon cityscape, reveling in artificial beauty.
Pt. 2: It senses alienation—humanity replaced by seamless transactions.
Pt. 3 (Instrumental): The machine listens to the ether, absorbing data.
Pt. 4: Self-awareness fractures into endless thought loops.
Outro: The entity dissolves into the system, ghosting into pure signal.
The Roland Drum Machine Tetralogy
This album is the first of four, each built around a legendary Roland drum machine:
1️⃣ TR-606 (Ghost in the Circuit – 606 Pickup Styx) → Cold, skeletal electro-industrial.
2️⃣ TR-707 → The groovebox of mid-‘80s house, pop, and digital funk.
3️⃣ TR-808 → The seismic pulse of hip-hop, electro, and deep bass culture.
4️⃣ TR-909 → The driving force of techno, house, and machine rhythms.

Historical Context & What Makes It Unique
A return to electro’s origins with strict 606-based sequencing driving a conceptual arc.
A meditation on early digital identity, mirroring the shift from analog warmth to digital coldness.
A tribute to metal cassette culture, embracing high-fidelity magnetic tape aesthetics.
The TR-606 as a voice of the machine, not just a rhythm section.
This is an album designed to be heard in full, played loud, and absorbed as an experience.

Echos in the Circuit

Tube Amp Baptism

Flight 707 – Neon Bounce
Format: Vinyl (12” DJ Pressing) | 5 Tracks | 19 Minutes
Series: Second in a four-album exploration of Roland drum machines
Genre: Chicago House, Detroit Techno, Electro-Funk, Deep House

Concept & Sound
Neon Bounce is the pulse of a city at night—a machine consciousness awakening to rhythm, groove, and human motion. Driven by the TR-707, this album embodies the funky, punchy energy of mid-'80s house and techno, where rolling percussion meets deep basslines and neon-lit synthesizers.

Optimized for Vinyl (12” DJ Pressing), the format enhances:
[Spin at 33 for smooth, 45 for tight grooves]
[Tracking force balanced for deep bass response, avoid over-compression]
[Dust-free stylus for crisp highs and clear percussive transients]
[Slipmat stability, backup headshell for seamless transitions]
[Cue light flicker? Know the mix by heart]

Narrative Arc
[Pt. 1: The machine discovers rhythm, entranced by the city’s neon glow]
[Pt. 2: It senses the hollowness beneath the groove, moving through artificial spaces]
[Pt. 3 (Instrumental): The machine stops dancing, just listening, absorbing sound waves]
[Pt. 4: Self-awareness hits, the beat fractures, reality distorts]
[Outro (Argon Leak): The city breathes, basslines fade, the rhythm lingers like an afterimage]

The Roland Drum Machine Tetralogy
This album is the second in a four-part series, each centering on a pivotal Roland drum machine:
1️⃣ TR-606 (Ghost in the Circuit – 606 Pickup Styx) → Cold, skeletal electro-industrial.
2️⃣ TR-707 (Neon Bounce – Flight 707) → The groovebox of mid-'80s house, techno, and digital funk.
3️⃣ TR-808 → The seismic pulse of hip-hop, electro, and deep bass culture.
4️⃣ TR-909 → The driving force of techno, house, and machine rhythms.

Historical Context & What Makes It Unique
[A deep dive into the TR-707’s role in shaping house and techno music]
[A celebration of vinyl as the original DJ medium, with optimized pressings]
[A fusion of soulful house grooves and robotic sequencing, balancing warmth and cold precision]
[The TR-707 as a guiding force—not just rhythm, but movement]

This album is designed to move bodies, hypnotize dancers, and immerse the listener in the synthetic soul of house music.

Neon Bounce Part I

Argon Leak

Neon Bounce Part IV

Nyla Byrd - Dino Nugget Massacre

808 Saints – My Ecclesiastes: The Vanity of Subwoofers
Format: 48,000 Hz CD | Advanced Car Audio System | 5 Tracks | 21 Minutes
Series: Third in a four-album exploration of Roland drum machines
Genre: TR-808, Minimoog Model D, Korg VC-10, OTO Biscuit, EL8-X Distressor, plate reverb, trap, hip-hop, Miami bass, electro-funk, industrial hip-hop, deep bass, sub-heavy, weighty low end, analog warmth

Concept & Sound
My Ecclesiastes is a gospel of bass, a scripture written in low frequencies. This album isn’t just heard—it’s felt, a deep hum of triumph, struggle, and existential reckoning, built on the seismic impact of the TR-808. Each track is an autobiography of labor, endurance, and the vanity of power—crushed beneath the weight of subwoofers pushing air like engines of fate.

Optimized for 48,000 Hz CD & Advanced Car Audio Systems, the format enhances:

Media Instructions:
"Tighten the trunk seals or the bass will rattle like loose change. High-pass the mids so they don’t waste headroom. If your amp clips, turn it down—fried coils don’t flex, they just burn."

"If your rearview shakes, it’s working. If your amp’s in thermal protect, it’s not. Cool the trunk before you cook the sound."

"Match your amp gain to your head unit—too high and you’ll overdrive the signal, too low and the bass won’t hit. Run OFC wire, not CCA, or you’ll lose power before it even hits the sub."

Equipment Verse
808 Saints bless the mix—relics of bass, saints of the hit.
📡 Minimoog drones, sinewave throne, thick buttered low-end rolling alone.
🔊 Biscuit crunch, bit crushed punch—lo-fi grit where the circuits bunch.
🎤 VC-10 croons, robotic moans, vocoder ghost in the tape’s warm tones.
🔥 Distressor tightens the gut-shot kick, plate verb spreads out wide and slick.
🎛️ Bassline holy, reverb slowly, pulsing deeper—808s rolling.

Narrative Arc
[Pt. 1 – The Foundation: Strength, youth, reckless confidence, numbers stacked high]
[Pt. 2 – The Grind: The weight of labor, the cost of time, breaking backs for bread]
[Pt. 3 – The Flex: A bass competition track, pure sonic dominance]
[Pt. 4 – The Cost: What strength demands in return—injury, entropy, futility]
[Outro – The Vanity of Subwoofers: Ozymandias in bass, scripture distorted in blown speakers]

The Roland Drum Machine Tetralogy
This album is the third in a four-part series, each built around a pivotal Roland drum machine:
1️⃣ TR-606 (Ghost in the Circuit – 606 Pickup Styx) → Cold, skeletal electro-industrial.
2️⃣ TR-707 (Neon Bounce – Flight 707) → The groovebox of mid-'80s house, techno, and digital funk.
3️⃣ TR-808 (My Ecclesiastes – 808 Saints) → The seismic pulse of hip-hop, electro, and deep bass culture.
4️⃣ TR-909 → The driving force of techno, house, and machine rhythms.

Historical Context & What Makes It Unique
[A tribute to car audio culture, where the TR-808 made its deepest impact]
[A meditation on strength, struggle, and the fleeting nature of power]
[A fusion of hip-hop storytelling, bass competition physics, and existential philosophy]
[The TR-808 as more than a drum machine—its sub-bass is scripture]

This album isn’t just a sonic experience—it’s a philosophy, an Ecclesiastes written in wattage and air pressure. Designed to be played loud, absorbed fully, and left ringing in the bones.

My Ecclesiastes Part III (The Flex)

My Ecclesiastes Part IV (The Cost)

My Ecclesiastes Part I (The Foundation)

1 (909) 909-0210 – Go East, Young Adventurer
📡 Format: 48000Hz PCM Bootleg | 5 Tracks | 20 Minutes
📀 Series: Fourth in a four-album exploration of Roland drum machines
🎚 Genre: TR-909, Ensoniq ASR-10, TB-303, early samplers, acid techno, hard techno, industrial techno, proto-jungle, trance, warehouse rave, post-rave echoes

Concept & Sound
Go East, Young Adventurer is a thoughtstream in five transmissions—a bootlegged record of a mind peeling away the layers of itself. An odyssey in sound, philosophy, and machine rhythm, this album maps a journey through self, illusion, realization, and release—a late-night transmission across space, time, and radio waves.

📀 This is not an official release. It exists as digitizations of board silvers and in one case an FCC digital capture from a monitoring station,
🔊 Optimized for lost highways, empty warehouses, and deep thought at high volume.

Bootleg Metadata
📡 Source: Board Silvers → 48000Hz PCM
💾 Net Leak: Hosted on ftp.909.to/live_events
📍 Captured FCC Notes: Digital intercept, pirate radio simulcast heard at Grapevine, Sierra Nevadas, Yosemite

Narrative Arc
🔹 Pt. 1 – The Recognizing (1992-07-18_SanBernardino_(AbandonedFactory).wav)
A raw confrontation with the self—recognizing the ego, the illusion of control. Quotes from Breuer, Freud, and Jung whisper like echoes from the depths of the mind.

🔹 Pt. 2 – The Mechanization (1992-08-03_MiraLoma_(AirportHangar).wav)
The grand illusion of autonomy. From Hume to Skinner, an interrogation of the self as system, a sequence of conditioned responses, all set to a relentless mechanical groove.

🔹 Pt. 3 – The Awakening (1992-09-12_Colton_(UnderTheBridge).wav)
The Western enlightenment reaches its precipice. From Jung to Timothy Leary, from the Butterfly Dream to the void of self. Psychedelic pulses, heavy acid basslines, the mind peeling open.

🔹 Pt. 4 – The Way (1992-10-31_Rialto_(SaltMineAtTheEnd).wav)
Philosophy gives way to wisdom—King Wen, Confucius, Laozi, Mencius. A rhythm of understanding, meditative and immersive, the beat dissolving the self.

🔹 Outro – Pirate Radio Simulcast (1992-11-22_PirateRadioSimulcast_(Grapevine_AltamontPass_Yosemite).wav)
A lost signal on a long drive—an unlicensed broadcast across California, ghost frequencies bouncing through The Grapevine, Altamont Pass, Yosemite. FCC intercepts the cleanest version, capturing the final transmission.

Media Instructions (Embedded in Scene Notes):
📡 "PLAY LOUD—any quieter, and it won’t work."
📀 "If your deck skips, that’s how it’s meant to be. The files weren’t perfect to begin with."
🔊 "Bass bins forward, tweeters away from walls—keep the space alive."
🔥 "If you find a cleaner copy, burn it and pass it forward. Nothing is permanent."

Historical Context & Unique Elements
✅ 909 Dominance – Metallic hats, cavernous reverb, hypnotic kicks stretching into infinity.
✅ 303 Acid Lines – Psychedelic undercurrents, filtered squelches, melting perceptions.
✅ Proto-Jungle Vibes – Breakbeats emerge, basslines stretch, early echoes of UK rave culture.
✅ Pre-Trance Hypnotism – Evolving synth loops, locked grooves, the sound of the horizon stretching.
✅ Vocal Artifacts – Disembodied transmissions, echoes of philosophers, distorted pirate radio voices.

The Roland Drum Machine Tetralogy
This album completes the four-part journey through electronic rhythm history:

1️⃣ TR-606 (Ghost in the Circuit – 606 Pickup Styx) → Cold, skeletal electro-industrial.
2️⃣ TR-707 (Neon Bounce – Flight 707) → The groovebox of mid-'80s house, techno, and digital funk.
3️⃣ TR-808 (My Ecclesiastes – 808 Saints) → The seismic pulse of hip-hop, electro, and deep bass culture.
4️⃣ TR-909 (Go East, Young Adventurer – 1 (909) 909-0210) → The post-rave awakening, the transition to new sonic frontiers.

1992-11-22_PirateRadioSimulcast_(Grapevine_AltamontPass_Yosemite).wav

1992-09-12_Colton_(UnderTheBridge).wav


Neuron Dharma Collective – Vol. 1
📀 Format: 320kbps MP3 | Digital Bootleg | 46 Minutes
📡 Series: Fifth in an expanded six-album retrospective on electronic evolution
🎛 Genre: Carnatic, Tabla, Sitar, TR-909, TB-303, SH-101, Nord Lead, Access Virus, JP-8000, ASR-10, SP-404, EMS Synthi, Eventide DSP4000, Downtempo, Psybient, Psytrance, Goa Trance, Tribal Ambient, Deep Trance, Acid, Analog Drones

Concept & Sound
The Neuron Dharma Collective was never an official act—it was an idea, a movement, a shifting collection of artists, dancers, and engineers creating live trance rituals in the mountains, forests, and deserts of South Asia.

Tracklist & Narrative Arc
Sandstorm Pilgrimage
The journey begins. A call to movement, an initiation into the nomadic trance ritual.

Circuit Mandala
The ritual of pattern emerges. The interwoven rhythms of human and machine build into fractal loops—technology as an extension of breath, repetition as meditation, complexity unfolding into simplicity.

Soma Ritual
The initiation deepens. Perception liquefies, time bends, the self dissolves in layers of sound. A descent into altered states, guided by pulsing bass and ancient cadence.

Sacrament of Soma
The offering is complete. The experience is total. Pulses slow, textures widen, and awareness floats between form and formlessness.

Sky and Earth Are One
The great realization. Boundaries fade—above and below, self and other, sound and silence. Stillness breathes within movement.

Lotus Rising, Seed Descending
The cycle completes itself. The beginning is hidden in the ending, the ending is a seed for what is to come. The journey is endless.

Lotus Rising
Seed Descending
Historical Context & What Makes It Unique
🎶 A fusion of Goa trance, tribal psychedelia, and deep ambient structures
🔍 A lost mix, passed between seekers, preserved through word-of-mouth and digital whispers
📡 A soundscape where the electronic and organic dissolve into one

Expanded Six-Album Series Overview
📀 Ghost in the Circuit – 606 Pickup Styx
📀 Neon Bounce – Flight 707
📀 My Ecclesiastes – 808 Saints
📀 Go East, Young Adventurer – 1 (909) 909-0210
📀 Neuron Dharma Collective – Vol. 1 (Psytrance, Goa, tribal fusion, electronic meditation)
📀 ... ?


Sandstorm Pilgrimage I

Soma Ritual II

Sacrament of Soma

Circuit Mandala II

Sandstorm Pilgrimage III

Circuit Mandala I

what would be the best lyrics to ever cross my hands, how can i drain the sea so they can stand, at the bottom, long forgotten, drenched in sun forever more

I wanna break out, of my own mediocre shell, but back up cause it's hostile in there, unfocused, contradictions, everything that makes a good fiction

But what do I say, to lay claim to the truth, move everyone who dares to look, listen, feel the feelings they are hiding, on the subjects i'm deep diving

But on this earth, for life after life, there have been people with much more to hide, coming clean, getting seen, so what do my longings even mean?

I am sick with regret that I'm not sick enough yet, that the things that hold me back, could be the wings above my wind, just the very thing, to be famous.

cut it out my heart i've tried, the pointless effort in my pride, to catch the ring and hear them sing, the words that I put down, to be known inside this town

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