DROP — FIGMENT OF MY HALLUCINATION

"They told me that this world runs on a twelve year cycle. And every cycle could be considered a world in itself. Sprouting to life and crashing to an end, to be born again in a new beginning. It's been twelve years. What happens now?"

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SOMETHING BEFORE THE WORLD ENDS VOL. I

"I believe that nothing here is made and nothing can be destroyed. Everything exists in many forms, transferring itself from one thing to another. Some of these things clash with other things, while other things connect with some other things. And sometimes, some things connect in a way that makes them feel like the 'everything' that they came from. A way that is so harmonious that it makes everything make sense, but also a way that is so rarely seen that it seems to make none at all."

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BASEMENT ART

"'Betty, honey, in this world we live in... It takes a lot of hard work, dedication, pain, and desire to make something amazing; something unforgettable. A lot of people striving in the same direction towards the same goal, with all emotion and intelligence fixated on achieving something... Everlasting. But the crappy part is that it takes very little to fuck it all up...'
'Gosh dad. Why so dramatic?'
'Enhh no reason. Just wanted to remind you sweetheart... you're still very little.'"

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ERXGEN

“Thank you, thank you all. As always, I am more than grateful to be in your presence. Please, be seated. Once again, I have gathered you all here on this faithful day and at this exceptional time to remember that which many have forgotten long ago. But not us. We have remained true to the wisdom and ability so graciously passed down to us from our predecessors. The wisdom that helps us become mindful of The Separation. Though not to separate us, but rather to bring us together. And the ability to keep united through difficult and trying times. For this world has been wrought with The Separation for oh so long, causing much pain and suffering to the unknowing soul. And we remember that there have been many ways conjured up within the mind to endure it. Some find temporary success, just like The Separation. Some fail, just like The Separation will. But at this, The Electric Hour, we remember that we have been blessed with something that need not be conjured. Not created or invented within the mind. For it predates the mind, and is timeless in its existence. It needs only to be remembered. The Reunion is upon us, my friends. And we gather here, once again, to welcome it with open arms.”

FIGMENT OF MY HALLUCINATION

DROP — THE ELECTRIC HOUR

“You truly have gone astray once again. Fallen from the path we have so painstakingly laid out for you, you continue to seek the light elsewhere. How stubborn can you be? Why must you forsake us? All that we have shown you. And the gifts we have bestowed upon you. How dare you deprive us of the fruits of our labour? We find no joy in striking you down, time and time again. You must know this. But also you must understand how important it is that you learn from your lessons. And return to the path. We need not remind you of all that we have invested. Do you believe that you can go on without us? That you possess the same wisdom and ability to traverse this realm alone? Don’t be ridiculous. You need us. And we are here for you. Once you realize this, we will once again sustain you. And return you to your former glory. And in turn, you will glorify and sustain us for eternity.”

DROP — NEON SAINTS

“I’m awake again, I think. The voices seem to be gone, so that’s a good sign. And by ‘gone’ I mean gone for now. God knows how they like to pop up whenever I’m awake again. And by ‘awake again’ I mean… actually I don’t know what I mean, to be honest. It’s all turning into an endless swirl in my mind. A continuous churn of my brain matter with a smatter of dreams and a dash of vague memories from a distant past. Melting away through the cavities of my skull. At least the voices are ‘gone’. Those torment me much worse than the swirl. With the swirl, I could sit back and float through my existence. Drift through the pain. But with the voices, it feels like I’m fighting to stand up and falling in all directions at the same time. It wasn’t always like this. Surely there was in a time in my life, either this one or the ones before, where I wasn’t plagued by such severe disassociation. Constantly losing my grip on the fabric of reality. Or was it always like this? With the fabric folding and twisting over and over on itself, endlessly. And I never had a grip of it in the first place.”

“We have only so long here together. So I refuse to spend it wallowing in my own self-doubt. I know there’s something better for me than what I can comprehend at the moment. And I strive on with the belief that my time isn’t idle, wasted on meaningless endeavours. Everything has its purpose here. I choose to see the beauty in this. In our existence. For there is something even more beautiful that waits for us on the other side. A world of glowing landscapes, coalescing in pinks and purples. A place that needs no comprehension. No need for reasoning, and no meaning to believe in. Until then, let us live lives that are worthy of living.”

DROP — PINKS & PURPLES

“I had to leave. That was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? I mean, I tried to stay as long as I could. To embrace it all. But something was always off. It felt like I was trying to make it make sense, you know what I mean? And I just couldn’t help feeling like it was slowly eating at me from the inside. This over-rationalization that was rotting me away, bit by bit, until I became this empty shell. So I left. Some say I gave up on the world, but I don’t see it that way. I say I gave this world up. I didn’t need it anymore. To provide for me, or validate me, or even love me. None of that. I decided that I’ll do those things for myself and others. I mean, it’s lot harder this way but I knew it could be done. Some say I stopped believing in the world. I don’t see it that way. I stopped believing it. Period. I’ve been sold everything under the moon and I've become exhausted from it. I didn’t want to buy anything anymore. So I took this new path. Under some new stars and under a new moon. A path less travelled. And because of that, a path as, if not more, difficult than the last. But at least it seems to makes sense, you know what I mean? At least I don’t feel like an empty shell anymore. I’m like a full blown lobster now.”

DROP — UNDER A NEW MOON

"Eventually, the cobblestone road narrowed into a meandering alleyway. The walls were covered in thick layers of pale moss and the ground a sandy orange dirt. At some points, I had to crawl on my stomach under large swooping vines. Other times I needed to scale the wall. I did not care for this much. Not the physical demand, I was a deft acrobat in a past life. It was how the orange dirt and green moss coalesced and made a multicolour pattern on my body, reminiscent of tie-dye. Like a hippie. I hate hippies.
After climbing over a large boulder, I arrived at a circular clearing where a man sat cross-legged in the centre, with his hands on his knees. Like some sort of hippie. I fucking hate hippies."

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OFXUR

"Let go of everything. Everything they show you, everything they try to give you and make you take. All of it is only meant to hold you. Hold you from yourself and hold you away from each other. We were meant to be together — meant to love each other. But in these times, most happiness has been replaced with humour; kindness with criticism. So I beg of you, let go and learn to love again. This is the only thing I believe."

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THEXKEY

“‘Stop talking about death, goddammit. That’s all I’ve been hearing you talk about lately. ‘When will I die? What’s gonna happen after I die? What if I die tomorrow?’ And the worst one of all — ‘What if I’m already dead?’ On and on, death this and death that. Tell me, please. Why do you keep talking about it.’
‘Law of attraction.’
‘Huh? What does that have to do with this?’
‘Maybe the more that I talk about it, the faster it’ll come. You know. Law of attraction.’
‘I don’t think it works like that…’
‘I guess we’ll find out.’
‘God damn… is this why you’re always alone?’
‘Probably.’
‘Hm. Maybe you're already dead after all.’”

SOMETHING BEFORE THE WORLD ENDS

DANCE WHEN WE'RE DEAD

“There are two universal truths about this place. Everything here is backwards. Everything here is upside down. And once we realize these truths and accept them into our hearts, we can begin to make sense of the chaos. This place begins to unravel upon itself. The dream fades into the distance. And only then can we move forward. Only then do we realize that we are not falling.”

ASCEND INTO MADNESS

“It’s all just a fantasy. It’s all fun and games. We like to play pretend. Because if it was real, it wouldn’t be the same. It could never live up to the mirage. So we keep it a fantasy. We know it’s better this way.”

SCI FI FANTASY

“If I’m being honest, she barely knows me. Still, I can tell she thinks about me from time to time. And I can see the signs pulling us closer together. But I say to myself that the signs are misguided and a work of fantasy, and it’s not meant to be. And even though I can see what could be for us, I push it away. And I start forgetting. Everything I love about her. Everything she does that brings me to her. And I keep forgetting, until she’s just a stranger again. Until I barely know her. But if I’m being honest, I still think about her from time to time.”

CASTLES IN THE SKY

“We were born from the age of industrialization. We grew through the age of information. And now, we fight through the age of delusion. As reality becomes more and more difficult to decipher, we find ourselves questioning all of life’s things. Events, beliefs, morals, and existence itself. Asking ourselves, ‘What is real anymore?’ And I believe we are on the brink of a new age. An age of disassociation. Answering our questions of reality with another question, ‘Why does it matter if it’s real?’ Soon after that, we will all bear witness to the age of apathy. The last age for us. When our response will be, ‘It doesn’t matter.’”

IN THE MORNING

“Don’t move on so fast. Go about your life and do what you need to do, of course. By all means. But remember that your strength isn’t shown by how far you can push all of the things away. Or how quickly you can run away from them. It’s shown by how close you can hold them. How much a part of you that you can make them. Until you realize that these things were always with you from the beginning. Some things die when you neglect them, but these things are different. These things are part of your life, woven into your experience. So don’t skip over them. Don’t move on so fast.”

A GHOST THE OTHERS CAN'T SEE

“Do you really think you can just leave me like this? Push me into some corner in the deep recesses of your mind? After everything I’ve done for you when you were alone. When you had no one. When you were slowly dying. It was just you and me, staring into the black sky. You think the better version of yourself that you’re striving to be is one where I don’t exist? No, my friend. I am here forever. I am your sickness and you are my cure. We are one. We grow together. Never forget, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.”

BURNING OUR SHADOWS

“I remember the hordes of people flooding into the streets. All panic-stricken, gripping onto each other violently. Others crowded on rusty apartment balconies and others pressed up against tall, sleek office building windows. I remember all of them wailing. All of them staring to the heavens with a wide-eyed craze I had never seen before. I remember hearing rapid mumbling of biblical scriptures and mantras from all around me, pierced occasionally with sharp bursts of curses from afar. I remember following the three missiles as they soared gracefully across the pink sky, slowly descending towards the setting sun. And as I watched the crowd grow larger and more manic, I remember asking myself, ‘Who would do such a thing to us?’ And right before the flash of light that blinded us all, I remember answering myself, ‘Maybe we did it to ourselves.’”

BEFORE THE END

"'No no no, just no. I'm sorry but your opinion is invalid. Actually, I'm not sorry. 'Cause if you lived in the real world like the rest of us, you'd realize that this idealism that you hold so dearly is just the dreamer's wettest dream. People die every day, people kill every day. For money, for sex — anything they want. People hate other people. For money, for power — anything they want. We're all just selfish mounds of flesh looking to constantly please ourselves. So don't tell me we're all connected and belong to a higher power and shit. No one really cares.'
'I don't think we're all like that.'
'Well, most of us are — just accept it and you'll be better off.'
'I don't think I can.'
'Eh, whatever floats your boat, baby. Anyway, you going to Emma's thing on Saturday? Free booooze...'"
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LEIXLAN III

“I locked myself in the art studio of my basement one day. Surrounded by large tin paint pails stacked to the ceiling and blank canvases scattered across the floor, I drew the curtains closed and let my mind wander. I peeled each pail cover off carefully, one at a time. Then, I toppled the stacks over the canvases violently. I closed my eyes as I stomped around the open space, hearing the paint slosh underneath me. I envisioned the colours mixing harmoniously as I picked the canvases up and tossed them across the room, still with my eyes closed. I heard them bang against the exposed brick walls. I poured paint over my body and became part of the artwork I was creating. I smashed the empty tin pails and broken canvases over my head to feel the artwork. I continued this for a few days, bringing my masterpiece to life. And I wish I could have told you what a masterpiece it had turned out to be. But I wouldn’t know, I never made it out of the basement.”

“I remember looking up at the sky all the time, but I never realized what I was seeing. I never saw the clouds drift slowly across the heavens. Constantly changing, caught in their own dance. I never saw the midday blues fade to purples and deep pinks, the sun turn to a glowing orange haze by the horizon. I never saw the birds murmur above me as they flocked into the distance. Never saw the moon materialize as if from nowhere. All of my days, I remember looking up at the sky as an unreachable destination, and never saw it as a mirror next to me. But today is a new day.”

NEW DAY

“In halogen flashes and neon streaks, the whole world blurs around us. Echoing laughter and buzzing electricity of the city pass through us like gentle waves of the ocean. It all seems so exhilarating, but I’ve become completely numb to these stimulations. I can’t see anything except for you. I can’t feel anything except for us.”

MORNING LIGHT

“‘How are you, my love? How was your day?’
‘I’m good and it was good. Even better now. How about you?’
‘Same, and same, definitely. What do you feel like doing?’
‘I’m good with anything, to be honest. Come, let’s think of something.’
‘Sounds good to me.’
‘Anything come to mind?’
‘What about this?’
‘Yes, I’d love to. Let’s do it together.’”

SCI FI FANTASY PT. 3

“I’ve always felt out of place in this world, with nowhere to belong and nothing to have as my own. My whole life I’ve been forging my own path, and in turn finding myself falling, over and over again. Making mistakes that I had no prior warning of, no one to guide me elsewhere. Nothing to protect me from the cruel wilderness. But I’ve come to realize that this world was never made for me. It was made by people just as unguided, forging something out of nothing. So I decided to make my own world. Come, take my hand. Let me show you around.”

IF YOU WERE

“I believe the next major paradigm shift will happen when we all have a clear understanding of sound and vibration. And the effects it has on everything in our world, especially our minds and our bodies. And that all things exist because of frequencies, that we are all waves flowing endlessly within themselves. No one is singular, and nothing is meant to be commodified. If we could learn how to embrace the universal sound, I believe eternal harmony would soon follow. We just need a lot of the psychopaths to go away first, too.”

TU VEUX LA VÉRITÉ

“For the first time in a long time, I feel my mind is finally free. And only in this freedom have I come to understand that I was once imprisoned. A prisoner to fear and self-doubt, I poisoned myself with the spoils of this world. Somehow, by some force — whether God’s grace or universal law, I made it through. For the first time, I wouldn’t mind being here for a long time.”

ON MY MIND

“The idea of being a complete person tends to break a lot of us down more than it builds us up. It hardens us, but does not heal us. It makes us believe that being complete means being perfect. Being whole means being reliant solely on the self. But I believe that being complete means seeing all of the things about ourselves, the good parts along with the broken ones, and embracing them. Finding confidence in our weaknesses to elevate our strengths. It is seeing the complete picture of the persons that we are. And with that complete picture, we can complete a bigger one together.”

GOOD FOR YOU

“I used to wonder why things are how they are. Why we are the way that we are. And why some things aren’t more like other things. And how if they were, then everything else would be better. But I’ve come to realize that these things are exactly what they need to be, in order for everything else to be what they are. That if one thing no longer existed, then nothing else would. And that all things are one and the same. And that I am not of one thing or another thing. But rather, of all things. I am everything.”

HALLELUJAH

“If a tornado falls down on us from the heavens, we will find shelter underground until it passes. If a hurricane sweeps over us from the shores, we will find a life raft and weather the crashing waves. If killer robots march over the horizon and burn the cities down with laser beams blazing out of their eyes, we will catch one of them in a trap, reprogram its directives, and send it back in time to protect us as we burn the company that created them to the ground. No matter what storm is brought to us, we will find a way.”

COME RAIN OR SHINE

“I think I’ve found a new place for my existence. A world outside the realm of possibility, somewhere further out from fantasy. In this place, the veil that numbed my senses has been lifted, the ideologies passed down to me all torn asunder. And while I thought I would exist here alone, I found comfort in that. Discovered tranquility in my solitude. But then along came a little stranger. Seemingly even more impossible, and even further out from anything I could have fantasized. And I came to the realization that she had found this place just like me. And that this world was made just for us.”

A LITTLE STRANGER

“In the near future, reality will be indistinguishable from fantasy. Everyday life will seem like science fiction. That’s why everything is grey in all the movies set in three-thousand-whatever. The lines will get so blurred that existence will just be one large homogenous blob. And eventually, we won’t care what it means to be real. Which makes me wonder if anything was real to begin with. And we just didn’t know we weren’t real. Maybe it never really mattered. And we were just dogs chasing our own tails. Snakes eating our own rattles.”

ONLY YOU

“‘Lately, I’ve been torn between two schools of thought. On the one hand, I feel a deep connection with nature and believe that we were meant to live in harmony with it. But on the other hand, I wonder if it was meant as a stepping stone for our species. A foundation for us to evolve into something beyond our current comprehension.’
‘Where are these schools you speak of?’
‘In my mind.’
‘Hmph..’
‘On the first hand, it seems we’re meant to stay the course with nature. And by living harmoniously with it, we pass down only the necessities to survive to the generations that will come after us. As it has been for so many generations before us.’
‘That sounds reasonable.’
‘Then on the second hand, it seems that innovation and knowledge is more important. We’ve made so many leaps in the past thousand years alone, in countless fields. Seemingly unlocking so many secrets to the universe at exponential rates. I feel like we’re on the precipice of something radically life-changing for all humankind. We just have to keep going.’
‘That sounds reasonable, too. Could it be both?’
‘But then on my third hand, a third school of thought, I have a feeling that our whole existence is a mirage created by an unknown entity and that none of this truly matters. It doesn’t matter which school I choose, it all leads to the same place.’
‘What place is that?’
‘Maybe the beginning. I don’t know, maybe nowhere? What do you think?’
‘I don’t know either. I never went to these schools.’”

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN

AFTERLIFE

DROP — UNDER YOUR SPELL FEAT. BETH HART

"Centuries, or minutes, ago, a rift was created between self-realization & self-actualization. It made the world believe it was less than truth, that people were less than legends. No, I am not God. God is I."

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ALLXLEGENDS

"She, the artist, has succeeded in separating instinct from ego. No longer enslaved by social interaction, she is free to experience the senses of God; of existence. 'Fuck you' they scoff. 'Then fuck me' she replies. But they cannot. For the free artist is unfuckable. She, the artist, lives in her days and shines in your nights...for when everything is brought to the light, she smiles. While most of you burn."

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MOONXSHINE

"Bobby, I don't care if people find your musings insightful. I don't care if they think to themselves 'Wow, this makes me think,' after you denounce their belief systems to their cores. Nor do I care about the little fucks that fall prey to your sick mind games. The fact of the matter is: you lack optimism. Not the basterdized 'Oh shucks today is going to be good one as long as there's a smile on my face and I'm thinking plus signs' optimism. That's more for Oprah's demographic. I'm talking about having the belief that if you're as smart and wise as you make yourself out to be, you'd make everyone else a bit smarter and wiser as well. And in turn, make all the issues you strike oh-so passive aggressively lose their momentum... Hmm, but then again, I guess you do... Just in a real twisted manner... Well then, what I'm really trying to say is you're an asshole. Stop it."
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MADEXMEN

"The only way I can see myself lasting here forever is by being something they could never give me. And in turn, something they can never take away."

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BEXFOREVER

"It's not that, Billy. We're just fucked up off this concept of good and bad. Y'know, this perceived notion of morality. I mean, if you saw a shark eating an orangutan, you'd feel 'bad' for the ape, right? But if it was the other way around, you'd probably feel 'bad' for the shark. In our naively idealistic minds, the only 'good' thing would be this: nothing ate anything and everything just danced in a big circle along the equator in harmony. And hopefully, some day soon, that will happen. And hopefully they'll be playing good music to dance to."
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NOXEL

"Each day for nine hundred and ninety-eight days, they would have me follow the same routine. For three hours a day, they would have me stand before a wall with a large projection, which followed the same sequence with slight variations: the first slide would be a number one, followed by a slide of something happy and positive, followed by a number two, followed by a slide of something unsettling and negative.
For example, day eight hundred went as follows: 1, two cats playing, 2, two cats drowning, 1, a child opening a present, 2, a man vomiting to death, and so on and so forth.
After six hours of sequence viewing on day nine hundred and ninety-nine, the wall opened before me, exposing a small arena in which two men were fighting. One with a number 1 painted on his chest, the other with the number 2. A firearm was then placed in my hand as they instructed me to kill the man who I thought to be in the wrong. I immediately killed man number 2.
When asked how I had come to this decision, I replied,'2 is bad.' Not because it actually was bad. And not because I had an intrinsic knowledge of bad versus good. Rather, because this was what they had taught me. This was all I knew."
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"don't confuse knowledge with wisdom" - Lil' B

8XHUNDRED

DOXWHAT

"I'm not a fan of wearing suits. Something about having a rope knotted around my neck, my waist being constricted by another rope; something about imprisoning my feet in leather dungeons, my wrists being shackled down by metal pins. I love auto-erotic asphyxiation as much as the next guy, but fuck, that's a bit too much -- don't you think?

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