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Aya curled her fingers around a chipped porcelain mug, the steam fogging her glasses as rain braided silver ribbons down the café window. Old Kumo City’s crooked lanes vanished into mist, leaving only the glow of rain-lamps—teardrop bulbs strung on sagging wires that shone brighter the wetter they became. Their honey-orange halos pooled in every puddle, turning the street into a trembling galaxy of tiny suns.

She opened her sketchbook to a fresh page. The blank paper shimmered under the lamp’s reflection, and for a heartbeat Aya thought she saw a pulse behind the page —as if it were breathing. She touched her pencil point to the center and drew the faint outline of a gateway: two weather-blackened pillars crowned with tangled wisteria that dripped rain like beads of quicksilver. Each pencil stroke felt less like graphite and more like tugging thin threads out of the falling water. When the final tendril of wisteria bloomed, the sketch glowed ember-soft, then burst into quiet lavender light.

The café around her stretched, smeared like wet paint, and Aya felt herself slip forward—through page and window and lamplight—into weightlessness.

She landed in an abandoned metro tunnel where the tracks floated several inches above the gravel, loose as ribbons in unseen water. Bioluminescent mushrooms crowded the sleepers, caps wide enough to shelter two people, their undersides dripping neon-green spores that drifted not down but up, filling the air like reversed snowfall. Somewhere far away a single wind chime sang one clear note, and the spores shimmered in sympathetic ripples.

An origami crane unfolded from shadow. Its paper wings were ink-black, but its eyes glowed citrate yellow. With a quick tilt of its head, the bird launched itself forward, flapping in slow, deliberate arcs. Aya followed, her footsteps whisper-light on the hovering rails. Gravity felt hesitant here, as if deciding every second whether to stay.

The tunnel curved, walls widening into a cavern lit by moonlight that had no source. Cracks in the stone let thin waterfalls bleed upward, threading through the air toward some invisible sea overhead. Whenever a droplet brushed Aya’s skin, kaleidoscopic patterns blossomed in her vision—mandalas of jade, magenta, and cerulean that folded into one another like living stained glass. She let herself drift, each breath thick with petrichor and possibility, until the crane slipped through a circular archway rimmed in tiles that pulsed faint electric blue. Aya stepped through and the world blinked again.

Wind rushed with the scent of wet cedar. A colossal corkscrew tree stood before her, its trunk spiraling toward a sky smeared in dusk purples and dawn blues at once. Around the trunk coiled a bazaar in mid-air—suspended balconies formed from giant lotus petals, each petal lined with stalls. Air-fish glided between vendors, translucent bodies flickering oranges and pinks, casting watercolor shadows across drifting banners. Bells chimed from every direction, their notes weaving together like threads on a loom.

Fox-masked merchants beckoned Aya with wave fans painted in shimmering ink. She explored slowly, fingertips skimming glass bottles that held clouds, marbles that contained sunsets, lanterns harboring sleeping fireflies. At one stall she paused: a tiny vial labeled Memory of Tomorrow rested on a velvet cushion. The merchant behind the table—tall, cloak stitched from scraps of midnight sky—did not speak. Instead, he pointed at Aya’s sketchbook.

Rain-Soaked Notebooks

Polaroid Snowfall

Rainlamp Reverie

Cassette Cloud Parade

Mushroom-Ink Metro

Upward Sakura Drizzle

Inkblot Bicycle Dreams

RiZLiX - Just Chill

Cool Funky backing track provided by Freddie Edwards ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cs1NwbZp2w
Inspired by the following presentation ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3nwdRIXGjc
POVERTY FOR PROFIT WHORES
You got your section-eight slumlords
Payday loans nobody can afford
IRS tax return skimmers
Corp’rate middleman breadwinners 
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores

CHORUS
They gotcha payin’ more for a low credit score
Get behind on your bills, get charged more
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty for profit whores

Yeah, they’ll get you by any means
They be keepin’ people on kidney machines
Foster children funds stolen by the state
Privatization schemes at your gate
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores, oh

CHORUS
Payin’ more for a low credit score
Get behind on your bills, get charged more
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty for Profit whores

[Music/adlib]

Oh, and the bigger the monopolies grow
The higher food prices go
They gotcha financing groceries at the Walmart checkout
Miss one payment the usury leaves you flat-out
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores

So, when you take a look around the USA
All that poverty is somebody’s payday
And you’re one paycheck from livin’ in your car
Jude stole it all from your, your cookie jar
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores

CHORUS
Gotcha payin’ more for a low credit score
Get behind on your bills, get f*cked more
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty for profit whores

We gotta eat the rich to save the poor 
We gotta eat the rich to save the poor
Needin’ more pitchforks than never before
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores
Poverty for profit
Poverty for profit whores
Poverty for profit
Poverty for profit whores
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty For Profit Whores.

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved

POVERTY FOR PROFIT WHORES

Mrs.Kernel | Art pop Mix

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The Enigma, Our Voyage - 
A Secret Journey Through Song, Poetry, and Philosophy
// Part 1
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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive
based on the original fictionalive drop 
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/the-enigma-voyage-of-the-veiled-lyre-a-secret-journey-through-song-poetry-and-philosoph

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felt, reflected, written, arranged, performed, produced and provided
by That's Bizzare @that-bizzare - another cinematic bella Italia espresso!
grazie mille, caro mio!

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artwork illustration handdrawn by Peter Uertz, Düsseldorf / Germany

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fusion of it all - 
fictionalive with the popoems seriens and the hyper media reports

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Part 2 to be dropped very soon
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dropped
Wednesday, August 27th, 2025
time - 9:59 pm, Central European
Hot Summer Time; Today, - not 
so so much so, good vibes in the air

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The Enigma, Our Voyage - A Secret Journey Through Song, Poetry, and Philosophy // Part 1

|| Ataraxia ||

[at-uh-rak-see-uh]
noun

Philosophy.
a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, especially as an ongoing condition of soul-fulfilling attainment; unconditional tranquility.
I’m not looking to achieve ataraxia—I just want a week (life) away from the daily grind.
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(Sometimes things are best when reimagined)
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Freedom is a state of mind
Happiness is a concept
You can create the life you love
Take control
Slay those demons
Break the bonds (addictions / fears) that enslave you
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Embrace creation
End (self) destruction
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Empower yourself 
Seize the moment
The time is now
🤍
Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/o2kGL-Ix66I

Ataraxia

Din plats i världen.wav

Spaced Out

Open for collab
Original free pic by Freepik

SOMETHING IS WATCHING YOU (Instrumental version)-(Dark&Drill)

2025/09/09
Title/  We love Magic-(TexMex Shaman & Khan)
words&vocals-Khan
drums, bass&keys ,guitar, effect&final mix, mastered-tex Mex Shaman(URLhttps://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman)
Art work/FIG
This is a wonderful Rock spirit piece of work us Tex MexShaman and me.
TexMex Shaman has taken me out of my comfort zone!
Not only that It's good to I sing in honor of Janis Joplin ,Whom I adore. I couldn't have done it without Him,  Thank you so much! Have fun

lyrics
Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic

It’s same for adults 
I know 
No matter what you look like 
You are angel

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
It’s same for adults 
I know 
No matter what you look like 
You are angel
子どもたちは夢と生活の間で途方に暮れている
子どもたちは魔法が好きなだけなんだ
どうしていいかわからないんだ
子どもたちは魔法が好きなだけなんだ
大人たちも同じさ
ほんとうはわかっているよ
あなたは天使だって
どんなふうに見えたとしたって
あなたは天使なんだ


We Love Magic(TexMex Shaman & Khan)

A parody of life with my family 😂


A wee lass said tae me just yesterd’y 
Ye can choose a mate but no yer DNA 
Yer maw’s a screamer yer da’s a loon 
And yer uncle Tam’s been barred fae the toon  

You can pick yer pals but no yer family 
They're like tatties Ye get what ye see 
Some are braw Some are daft as can be 
You can pick yer pals but no yer family

Pals .mp3

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Website or Instagram for booking.

Need change - going harder.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, 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.

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