Name: the possible game_20240926 by e-veryday
Duration: 15 s
Description: @knobbohead

Rick Ross Gets A Keygen Virus (in Battle Block Theater)

believe in my baby

lil hyperpounce test thingy I started nobraining a while back
Art by @doginacafe on tw*tter

who up hypering their pounce rn

0702_20240525

the 3rd rendition of the sketch series

i've been dreaming for a while now
and i can't seem to get out 
of my own head
i dont know what to do
so i'mma run straight to you
ohhh

sketch_03

bowser died hooray song

pfffssh..........idk_20240910

the possible game_20240926

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cover by Oukkurun
https://x.com/oukkurun
https://www.instagram.com/oukkurun
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vocals by gumi and miku from vocaloid

lyrics:
(suffocating)
(I remember)
(resting in peace)

Run through twenty eight of mansions
tracing memories of your soul.
Indifference for the sanctions
that they put on me.

And If we are dreams of others,
and nothing can save us utter,
kiss me till I learn to sought it.
Apocalyptic love.
(hahaha)

Let's say goodbye now,
let's wave hands for me,
let's mix ourselves now
for apocalypse.

Eagle's eyes of people suffocating me (suffocating),
vanishing to dust when I remember you (I remember).
Don't let them kill our dream of resting in peace (resting in peace).
Here comes the police, keep it cool

Ministry of teachings for the heating swing (for the heating),
tedious details of me approaching you (approaching you),
cellulose memoir of you approaching me (approaching me),
beauty of your name, of your good.

And If we are dreams of others,
and nothing can save us utter,
kiss me till I learn to sought it.
Apocalyptic love.

Let's say good-goodbye now,
let's wave our hands washed in pure love for me,
let's mix our spirits now,
for the apocalypse.

Repertoire of mischief in our way to death (heading to death),
portrait of our feelings birthing on a studio.
All will be forgotten, that we know too well (we know too well),
but the ephemeral reflects the beauty that is you!

Black to red to gold, you hugs transmuting me (transmuting me)
like a vault of stars that blink with laughs and fun (big vault of stars).
Contemplative view, the pink whales on the sea (contemplating).
I lend you my hand for you to guide me, you're my sun.

Run through twenty eight of mansions
tracing memories of your soul.
Indifference for the sanctions
that they put on me.

And If we are dreams of others,
and nothing can save us utter,
kiss me till I learn to sought it.
Apocalyptic love.

Run through twenty eight of mansions
tracing memories of your soul.
Indifference for the sanctions
that they put on me.

And If we are dreams of others,
and nothing can save us utter,
kiss me till I learn to sought it.
Apocalyptic love.

nmu — Apocalyptic Love

Junjle

my debut album, epistolario, is out now everywhere!
thank u for listening. <3

all tracks written, produced, mixed and mastered by artikko
artwork by artikko
distributed via @teateamdesu

epistolario

atemporal

· every day, at least one audio clip will be posted
· each audio clip must be 15 seconds or less
· each audio clip's author may or may not be credited in the clip's description
· each audio clip must include its upload date in its title using yyyymmdd format
ex. "my title_20220101"

// this project is a collective endeavor with multiple contributors

the possible game_20240926

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