Killing me softly with his cha cha real smooth

I will be what some say that I can not be (zhake)

just for fun, not a singer just a songwriter

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.

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My name is Kitka — a Singer-Songwriter moving between Germany, Thailand, and the quiet Shores of Lake Constance.
I grew up between two Worlds, and maybe that’s why my Music sounds the Way it does —
a Mix of Tenderness and Fire, Silence and Storms, Softness and Strength.

For me, m
Music is not a Hobby.
It’s my Diary, my Memory, my Language when Words fail.
Every Song I release is a Page torn straight from my Heart —
unpolished, emotional, honest, sometimes a little broken, sometimes full of Hope.

I write about the Nights that shaped me,
the People who touched me,
the Places that healed me,
and the Battles I fought quietly when nobody was listening.

I am not here to be perfect.
I am here to be real.

When you hear my voice, you’re hearing the girl who
sat at a piano in a tiny room,
whispering lyrics to herself because they hurt too much to say out loud.
You’re hearing the woman who stood under neon lights in Pattaya,
singing her truth even when nobody understood her words.
You’re hearing someone who carries too much emotion in a world that often feels too cold.

I believe music can save people —
because it saved me.

If you stay with me on this journey,
you won’t get masks or polished facades.
You’ll get the truth:
the fragile moments,
the quiet victories,
the heartbreaks I survived,
and the light I found in the middle of the dark.

I make music for anyone who ever felt misunderstood,
too sensitive,
too emotional,
too “different.”
For anyone who feels everything a little too deeply.
For anyone who needs a place to breathe.

If my songs reach you, even for a moment,
then every word was worth it.

With love, always —
Kitka

💫 Why I’m here
I believe that words and melodies can connect people.
If you recognize yourself in my lyrics, or if a song holds you through a difficult moment, then my music has fulfilled its purpose.

✨ Accessibility note (BFSG)
These works are personal thoughts and artistic expressions. I strive to keep my content accessible; if some parts are not fully barrier-free, I ask for your understanding.
Any income from streams or support goes purely into the art itself.

Je vous présente : "CRIME SCENE DO NOT …"
qui comme son nom l'indique ( ou pas ) est un album de chansons françaises " érotico-socio-balnéaires " .
à consommer sans modération !
à écouter et ou télécharger sur :
deezer : http://www.deezer.com/album/6744592
amazon :http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B00DRUOCCC
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/fr/album/crime-scene-do-not/id669696175 
spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/0u5ei9w4NeCNPDYGNKzRfY?si=p_8b-63TRZOPly63hqAiAA


et toutes les plateformes de téléchargement légal ...

Bonne écoute, avec toute mon amitié .

"No More" Out Now! (link below)

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Artist from America. He has played in many states across the country to include clubs, festivals and online gigs, well known for his upbeat style and in-depth sounds. His songs have hit millions on TikTok and Instagram

“The uncharted territories of our deepest emotions.” -DancingAstronaut

“The bold, dirty, and iconic sounds he delivers align with his ultimate goal: to lead people to true happiness through his music and performances.” -WeRaveYou

“He’s a reminder of why we all fell for house music in the first place.” -CULTR

“I AM offers an exploration of emotions and a promise of undiscovered horizons.”
-IHOUSEU

Killing me softly with his cha cha real smooth

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