Warning: these cosmic shrooms and bass lines may rewire your brain.
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Page 1 – The Stirring Lattice
Dawn in the Glimmer-Spore Forest is never heralded by sun or bird. Instead, the hourless twilight quivers as if someone plucked the very fabric of space, and every pale mushroom cap shivers in sympathy. Hylra — a cartographer of forbidden sound-currents — knelt among the giant stems, tracing hummingbands that pulsed beneath the soil like veins beneath translucent skin.

The first tremor arrived as a gentle thump, felt more in bone than ear. Mycelial threads glowed amber, sketching shifting glyphs that sank and resurfaced, inviting decipherment. Hylra’s breath misted violet; each exhale hatched motes of bioluminescence that clung to her cloak in constellations.

A voice without language spoke in her chest: Step inward. As the ground swelled, a bridge of root-glass unfurled, rising from the loam in spirals. Two spectral serpents of star-smoke twined along its railings, weaving Mobius loops that warped perspective. With a thrill equal parts dread and wonder, Hylra crossed the Spore-Bridge into sky that was neither above nor below.

Page 2 – Corridors of Nebular Pollen
Upwards became sideways; sideways blurred to everywhere. The bridge dissolved mid-stride, yet Hylra did not fall. She floated down an endless corridor scaffolded from suspended droplets of liquid prism. Each droplet mirrored impossible vistas: a desert of singing mirrors; a moonlit bay where waves rolled backward; a marketplace where thoughts were traded in glass jars.

Choosing one vision threatened to strand her there. She steadied her mind by humming the root-pulse she had mapped all her life — a rhythm she now realised was the heartbeat of the forest itself. The droplets answered, shifting hue in sympathetic resonance. A vast portal irised open ahead, rimmed by petal-thin crescents of pure ultraviolet.

Beyond lay a cathedral shaped from interlocked mushroom caps the size of zeppelins. Spores drifted like snow, each flake beating a sub-audible note. Hylra touched the threshold; the spores ignited into a swirling choir. Their harmonies weren’t sung but grown, blooming into chords that skipped her ears and seeded directly in memory. The cathedral accepted her footsteps with echoing kindness.
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Continues on the website & if you're into manga, there's manga depictions of the story!
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/06/11/chronicles-of-the-apex-cap/

Chronicles of the Apex Cap

Artist: THE TET | Titel: Down Syndrome.WAV

A casual chill evening mix, really enjoyed making this!

Somborica afro house

Acid Crowd

Psycheleic Night

Water War

Music Video | https://youtu.be/ZpyE0mGNGH0

Hypnotic techno meets cosmic rave—lose yourself in the corridor.
Peak‑time pulse, psychedelic visuals—ride the dimensional transit.
Hard‑edged, hypnotic techno with a sci‑fi twist—watch in 4K.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Meridian that Dreamed in Mycelium

The vessel is alive and older than most mountains. It calls itself Gleamroot, though names are merely the skins it sheds between journeys. Its hull is bark-metal and pearl-chitin, laced with veins that glow when it thinks. Beneath those veins run threads like silvered mycelium, branching and branching until they braid into a mind. The mind is quiet now, listening to the dark that lies between constellations.

At Gleamroot’s heart stands Vael, a tall, luminous figure whose silhouette suggests a humanoid ancestry, though no one could mistake Vael for anything born on a common world. Their skin is a soft, bioluminescent slate that shows faint rings like the cross-section of a tree. From their crown rise flexible filaments—sensory hyphae—that unfurl and curl according to mood. When Vael concentrates, the filaments lift and spread like soft antlers, tasting the field-lines of reality. When they rest, the filaments drape across their shoulders like a scarf woven from moonlight.

Vael is a Meridian Cartographer of the Lumenroot Veldt, a lineage that maps not merely places but the coherences between them. They do not draw rivers and roads. They map habits of existence—the ways a moment leans toward another, the corridors of probability that living minds unwittingly pave. Their discipline is ancient and surgical. They walk the L‑S‑D lattice—Luminal‑Spiral Diagrams—which are not scripts but living geometries that awaken when looked upon with a steady attention.

Ahead of Gleamroot, suspending the black like a crown of frost, floats the Fane of Meridian: a ring vast enough to swallow oceans, woven from calcified moonbeams and threads of time. It is not a machine and not a temple; it is both and neither. Those who approach respectfully call it the Arc-Fane. Those who approach hungrily do not live to coin a name.

Vael comes respectfully. They do not kneel. They reach toward the console where luminous glyphs—L‑S‑D diagrams—blossom into nested spirals and dendrites upon contact. The diagrams unfold according to the pressure and warmth of Vael’s palm, in a duet of agency and welcome. Gleamroot flexes its roots into the thin awareness that girds the Fane, and everything shivers as if the void itself has inhaled.

Beyond the ring, the Dimensional Meridian waits: a dendritic corridor that connects not locations but realities—threaded hollows in the bark of the multiverse. To enter it is to admit that distance is gossip. To transit it is to become a rumor yourself, repeated until you arrive.

Vael closes their eyes. The hyphae rise. On the inner surface of their eyelids, a delicate storm of glyphs begins to turn.

I. Lanterns of the Threshold

The first sign is subtle: the dark grows grain, as if seeded with invisible pollen. Then the pollen kindles. Out of the vacuum drift shapes like mushroom lanterns, each no larger than Vael’s fist, each a perfect spire topped by a bell. 

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Dimensional Meridian Transit | Trippy Video ! YouTube

Disappointment - (Remastered)

Lots of electro sounds in this remixed track

Azid - Slandry Gatse remix

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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.