an Exit ramp somewhere in Illinois
white noise of tires on roads makes him ill
drop in some extreme, kick butt, CD tunes
ease back upon his head rest and just chill
while traveling to a new face with no plan
he stares at the directions in his hand
he's getting close to where he wants to be
he stopped three times to eat, and take a pee
warm breezes through the window bring the scent
of summer nights, in this state, fate has lent
soon he is just but one left turn away
moon hanging fingernail-ish, lights his way
to seven numbers listed yesterday
and promises that sent him on his way
soon doorbells chime, and then her brightest smile
invites him in for wine, to stay awhile
small talk, it leads to silent, lingering stares,
on what kisses might feel like, if they're shared
till lips dance in a velvet, smooth embrace
an ancient joy that's known as sucking face
as passion lights a gleam in hazel eyes
that fill with hunger, both the girl's and guy's
till clothes are flung like bothers on the floor
as lips and tongues begin to seek out more
soon there's such intense pleasure as they play
and he finds nothing Left to turn away
thier sighs sail high above the nois of Ill
car's horns and cat's meows, through windowsills
but nothing matters to the two who mesh
in heavenly beings blended of one flesh
each silky glide in shadowed places wring
shivers of pure bliss, clasping spasms bring
but suddenly a bell rings really loud
as all the visions vanish in a cloud
to form a room, and one big empty bed
she shakes the sweet dreams from her lovely head
then goes down to eat breakfast food instead.

VIVID DREAMS.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III

In My Head

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I am a healthcare executive completing a dual degree, Master of Public Health / Doctor of Health Sciences, focused on raising awareness about behavioral health, specifically among teens and college students. My dissertation research is focused on raising up the voice of college students beginning with communities of color. I am committed to helping people connect to their purpose in collaboration with mission-aligned leaders. Together we will achieve great things!

Our project is a first step in raising awareness about a national health epidemic. All proceeds are reinvested directly into proactive strategies for improving behavioral health among youth, teens, and young adults in collaboration with community partners.

Our youth, teens, and young adults are reporting the highest levels of loneliness on record according to the U.S. Surgeon General. Our work is going to help change that through simple actions that bring people together for the common good, focused on lifting people up, and creating stronger in person connections.


Let Love Flow (Over & Under)

shush!

PRODUCTIVITY SEARCH - WHEN PERFORMANCE DETERMINES VALUE

“In the belief that I have to be constantly productive in order to have a right to exist, I have forgotten to simply BE.”

MORE THAN ENOUGH (528 HZ)

Love song about a girls beautiful eyes.

Music and Vocals by Suno AI

Coca-Cola Eyes

Electric Heart

FK LOVE, FK LIFE" 💔💀🔥
Drowning in pain, lost in the smoke, and too numb to give a fuck—"FK LOVE, FK LIFE" is the soundtrack to heartbreak, self-destruction, and the demons that never leave. This emo-rap/melodic trap masterpiece blends raw emotions with hypnotic melodies, heavy 808s, and lyrics that cut deep.

From the codeine-soaked nights to the fuck-the-world energy, this album is a dark diary of heartbreak, addiction, and rage, capturing the highs, the lows, and the moments where nothing feels real. Each track is a confession, a scream into the void, a drug-laced lullaby for the broken.

With anthems like "Dead Inside," "Falling Faster," "Lost in My Head," and "FKED UP AGAIN,"** this project hits hard, leaving no room for fake love or second chances.

No filters. No fake shit. Just raw, unfiltered pain. Welcome to the world of "FK LOVE, FK LIFE"—where the only way out is through the music.

💀 Fuck love. Fuck life. Just press play

Dead Inside

"That View" is a smooth-talking slow jam with eyes locked on the horizon — specifically, her curves in motion. With a swagger that’s more poetic than predatory, Astrul serves up a hypnotic blend of groove, lust, and lyrical finesse.

It’s not just about what she’s working with.
It’s how she moves.
It’s how the room watches when she walks.
It’s how he follows without saying a word.

Late-night basslines, velvet vocals, and just the right amount of trouble.
This track doesn’t chase — it appreciates.

#ThatView #Astrul #AIBand #SlowJam #RNBVibes #AltRNB #BootyPoetry #SmoothAF #NewMusic #SoundCloudExclusive #LateNightGroove

That View

“The Things I Never Said”

“Hanoi Afterglow” is a slow-burning sonic postcard — a love letter to fleeting moments, soft light, and the kind of nights you don’t want to end. Astrul blends hazy synth textures, lo-fi beats, and emotional vocals to capture the humid electricity of a late night in Hanoi.

It’s not just about a place — it’s about a feeling: after the touch, after the kiss, after the goodbye. That golden ache that sits just behind your ribs.

#Astrul #HanoiAfterglow #Chillwave #DreamPop #AltPop #VaporSoul #LoFiLove #VietnamVibes #GoldenHourSynth #AfterglowEnergy 

Hanoi Afterglow

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

Hanoi Afterglow

Astrul

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