You da man. I feel very humbled that you would attach my name to a super piece like this. A very profound message and super stitch on the music and voiceover man. Well done. Here's to You and Kinelle Man. Keep spreading that real love brother 🙌🏾🔆

humans grow on trees, fruit dominates the planet...ohh sh't, just woke up from an insane dream..lol

They better catch up now. i wanna help, time to turn you 🆙

ah yes, wonderfully presented and so evocative........ that quickly reminded me of the ever-present tyrannical dreams of a sinister madman pushing a nuclear button, as the endgame to the global throng of button pushers... along with the metaphorical political 'button pushing'

/
Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

/
/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: Lo-Fi Vol 1 by Tomas Peiretti (@tgpeiretti), excerpt

/ cover art: fictionalive DIY, it's a menu in a restaurant

"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

/ 
dedicated to 
Kinelle Man @kinelle-man and The Beautiful Dark @thebeautifuldark

/

/

/

/

Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

Hello,
We have temporarily blocked your liking facility because your account has previously gotten this warning many times.
You can continue liking again in 9 days. The more you hit these limits, the longer the block will last.
We appreciate your understanding.
The SoundCloud team

Soundcloud, great teamwork, congrats.


/ flip the script - take what speaks
/ popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024
fictionalive your life

/

/ to(tally) fictionalive or not

/
multi-layered, holistic art project

it speaks take what speaks

/ seen
I want to love – but I need to hate
I need to hate – but I want to love

/
nor this nor that
no black and white
no left or right

/

/ + / ⭕️ and the rest will follow


/
welcome, traveler
made with passion 
just for you

/


.


.


.

Comments

Lammbone

Lucretia

kinelle man

kinelle man

The Beautiful Dark