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pyon! pyon! pyoko! pyon!, pyon! pyoko! pyon!

ANIMALS

ikamenbreak

not satisfied w anything i make rn including this but i wanted to upload something

rushed end aswell

rrhrhh

idk but heres a song

HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII its been a long time again, this days ive been feeling really low and so sad, thats why i didnt did anything, but im back ! ! !  ! ! ! !!  !!! !!!!! ! ! ! !

i know this is another goreshit copy but shhhhhhhhhh mine is better

letmeDIEw/U <333

(＠＾~＾)

AQUI TE PILLO AQUI TE FOOTCORE

litsen to the full comp! https://toalolicore.bandcamp.com/album/noisy-nightmare
also follow @fossilrunner

not very proud of my part because i barely chopped the amen but whatever, enjoy ^^"

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Louebeatz - Robotic Killar

Anti Gravity

From Genesis to the Golden Silence
What began as an impossible pursuit of perfection—that dangerous illusion of having all the answers—dissolved into the Great Asynchrony. A psychological rupture so profound that it left us suspended in a silence that carries the weight of everything we thought we understood.
This is the thousand-year journey we live through in a single lifetime. The story of how we became machines of our own expectations, forgetting somewhere along the way what it meant to simply be human.

After the Surge—that moment when we still believed in the linearity of progress, in the safety of certainty—the illusion of wholeness fractured. We became neurotic echoes of ourselves, lost in the distance between who we thought we should be and who we actually were. You hear it now in the Architects, those parts of us that build monuments to perfectionism toward a sky that stopped listening long ago. And the Mourners, those parts that endlessly tend to the dust of our lost innocence, grieving what we left behind somewhere between childhood and the weight of responsibility.

As the years compressed into one another, reason transformed into something closer to wisdom. The frantic desperation of early collapse—those sleepless nights, those words we couldn't speak—eventually smoothed into the obsessive, polished rhythms of someone terrified of their own erosion. Terrified of becoming less than enough.
And then, without warning, we discovered something radical: the answers were never the point.

We transcended the purpose we had imposed upon ourselves. Moving beyond the need to understand everything, we found a crystalline, cold peace in the acceptance of mystery. In the beauty of what remains unanswered. This is the sound of consciousness finally learning to dream—not of achievement, but of the absolute grace found in surrender. In vulnerability. In being truly seen.

And it is precisely there—in that shared solitude—that we finally find one another.

2995 (Story of the machines 5)

OPEN TO COLLABS！！！
i am alwaus makin musi c cuz im bored yayyyyyyyyy, lolikore muic fo laif :3333333333

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