The 34th vocal track.  Sort of a running joke set in kind of a 19th century frame about romantic rivalry and maybe the use of language and semantics.

Lyrics:
While we were searching for the legendary Cupid's Zambezi
My rival tried his best, though lazy
To conceal his damning catachrest
Halfway down the river Switchamee
I got up a wild hair
To expose this sniveling liar
He responded that he did not care
For being used as a floating signifier  

Having heard then and parried his scorn 
And though I really would not rather,
The forlorn burden of his blather was not so hard to carry then
His discourse, an embarrassment to any doctrinarian
I slid into tolerating this ultracrepidarian fool
Mildly resenting that he was philologically incompetent
But as long as what he did paid the rent
His lexicon though a travesty, made the trip a sum well spent 

His verbal sins, an egregious praxis
A malicious definist, someone engaging in willful anacrisis
A veritable saboteur-fool lexique of a worm
His method for attaining small wins 
Was a unique sigh in the annals of catachresis
Though his banal opinion of my technique 
Was that I was stubborn as a mule
I preferred the term
Smart-Person-Who-Understands-Language-Is-Instead-A-Tool

One day I got up the gumption to aver
And dared to bluster breezily
For a man who qualifies for her
You sure do scare easily  

He imperiously fired back
You petulant little elf
For your futile attempts to take this tack
You can seriously just go get wrecked
The dildo of consequence rarely arrives lubed
Or you just ironically defined yourself
Unless you tell me I'm incorrect
Then by the way
You're either free or double-trapped inside Metatron's Cube
Good luck hey hey hey HEYYY

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ŠeššEšrā

A Serious Case Of λογολωβητής (Logolōbētēs)

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Everything positive I do is by the power, influence and blessing of God not one positive work is completely of my doing, he doesn’t speak to me but directs my very soul because I turned to him when the devils inflicted my mind and conscience… YAHWEH is not only light he is knowledge, intellect and power… praise him 4 life 🙌

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Greatest One

O YAHWEH, You are indeed the Greatest.

To You, I give my very best.

The works of Your hands stretch through centuries,

Through mass confusion, everything makes sense eventually.

It’s Your complex nature that keeps them guessing,

But Your reassuring structure keeps me from stressing.

And still, they ask these questions,

Doubting Your existence in ignorant successions.

With a name so distinctive,

Your creations keep us inquisitive.

Even the rivers speak of You,

As the wind strokes the waves in a pleasant view.

By Your side, I will continue,

Observing all the miraculous things You do.

Greatest One

No Trust

Copenhagen Interpretation (acoustic)

LoNe WolF - "Another World [Fractured Frequency Mix]"



Written & Composed By LoNe WolF


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF




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Another World

Another World [Fracrured Frequency Mix]

Another World [Fractured Frequency Mix]

Little Ol Me Remix (Featuring Ruth Reid)

A hauntingly beautiful composition that unfolds with mournful strings, weaving a delicate tapestry of sorrow and introspection. The arrangement remains minimal, allowing space for each note to breathe, while a subtle ostinato piano motif pulses steadily beneath—a quiet heartbeat of melancholy. The strings swell and recede like distant memories, their bittersweet harmonies evoking a sense of loss, longing, and fragile hope. Perfect for moments of quiet reflection, emotional storytelling, or cinematic scenes heavy with unspoken emotion.

When Strings Break The Silence

YOUR MERCY’S A RIVER

My sophomore album. From my heart, to your ears.

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Lighthouse

let go

™Passenger ships landed here long ago from many different galaxies to inhabit the earth, you can tell among the species who differ, the truth has been lost over time.  dare to look into the sphere and remember.... I am becoming one with the being that i truly am, to cause new thought, expand the universe. Our physicality is the leading edge of thought. Im not more powerful than you, the world just forgot.  Which truth, which verse freedom or a curse.  Choice is Yours-Thoughts are things  make a decision spread your wings
Some say the illuminati hid the truth from us- others say their secrets were for self preservation- from scared nations who weren't ready to expand, evolve- Ascend ~
Inside, choose wise- unite or divide~ nows the time for you to decide. Expand/Evolve Ascend Human.™

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Ascend Human

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Copenhagen Interpretation (acoustic)

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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