Empty Sidewalks In Factory Town

i just wnana taste blood that isnt my own sometimes,

NECKYOURSELF

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2hundred2wenty2wo angel's voices

"⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔dl zll, dl olhy, dl dhajo⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔dl svcl, dl ohal, dl jyf⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔dl ztlhy, dl nuhzo, dl ipuk⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔⨔dl ovwl, dl ylqvfjl, dl zdhssvd."

2hundred2wenty2wo

a song about mistakes and creative limitation, and a phrase that appeared in my thoughts suddenly.

within every aspect of this song there was a mistake, deliberately or accidentally, and with this in mind eye still strived for perfection with it; this partially serves as a test of if these are meaningful efforts or meticulous worrying over nothing. 

in that case, is it fair for me or anyone else to complain about the quality? to nit-pick ad nauseum until eye no longer enjoy what eye have created, or to accept the product of my mind for what it is when the passion from creating it is still present. that being said, eye was still relatively happy with this piece as it was being finalized, but perhaps this is due to the knowledge that many if not all aspects of it are flawed in some way.

eye remember seeing the eyes on aspen trees for the first time and it had a very profound effect on me, eye truly believe it is one of the many ways that nature keeps a guard-like gaze upon us.

DONT EVER SHOW YOUR BARE SKIN

old edit of magic armour eye made when it came out a while back, some friends wanted me to post it https://soundcloud.com/svddendeath/svdden-death-magic-armour

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