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ColorMoneyRed ~ 4eva Smokin (FAST)

G40 - Still Aint Forgave Myself (FAST)

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Mup6 crack(fast)

Lil Yab - Remember Me (Unreleased) Fast

G40 - Frank White Fast

G40 - Provide Or Slide Fast

G40 - BLOODY DREAMZ (fast)

PRUNED - Shadow Formation Through Social Conditioning

In the wild garden of self, shadows grow like morning glory choking social 
graces while mother's voice whispers "ladies don't..." Shadow formation 
isn't mysterious—it's systematic pruning. "Anger sculpted into 'professional 
development,' desire trimmed to 'appropriate networking.'" Notice the 
generational transmission: grandmother's silences feeding underground streams, 
father's stunted dreams tangling with yours. But unexpected blossoms open 
in corners where society's shears cannot reach.

Psychedelic punk-folk with Māori ceremonial elements. Defiant and sacred.

From "Breakfast with Jung: Chapter 2 - The Shadow"
🎵 Full depth: sfhmusic.bandcamp.com
💿 Support the wild growth
📖 Where shadows are cultivated

Pruned   (Lyrics)

In the wild garden of self, shadows grow
like morning glory choking social graces,
while mother’s voice whispers, “ladies don’t . . .”
through thorny stems of inherited shame.
I grip grandfather’s pruning shears, half-afraid—
the same ones he used to shape his rage
into neat hospital corners and pressed shirts,
his garden brutally ordered, painfully trim.

The blades know their business: snip
anger sculpted into “professional development,”
desire trimmed to “appropriate networking,”
wildness boxed into “showing initiative.”
Each cut releases copper-scented memory:
playground taunts, teacher’s frowns, lover’s sighs.
Some shoots spring back, defiant as weeds
between sidewalk cracks of conformity.

That laugh too loud, that truth too raw,
those wants that refuse to wear politeness.
In boardrooms, they peek through blazer sleeves—
tendrils of authentic self, untamed.
Deep beneath, grandmother’s root system spreads,
her silences feeding underground streams,
while dad’s stunted dreams tangle with mine,
growing strange fruit in darkness.

What bitter nectar, what sweet poison
flows through this family tree?
Each season brings its own hard choices:
Spring’s wild shoots marked for taming,
Summer’s unruly growth demanding scissors,
Autumn’s stark reveal of what we’ve sacrificed,
Winter’s bare truth of what remains.

The pruned parts compose their own dark mulch.
Yet in these shadowed corners of the soul,
where society’s shears cannot reach,
unexpected blossoms open their throats:
midnight orchids of forbidden joy,
passion vines heavy with might-have-beens,
butterflies birthed from chrysalis of shame.

My hands still grip these inherited blades,
but now I notice: between the cuts,
how shadows dance with light, how pruned stems
weep sweetness, how each small act
of necessary savagery makes space
for both the tended and the wild.



Prunded

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