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Just hold your arms

Skewers

Taken from FCQ063 Any Wonder - Body Turning

Audio: 192 mp3

Release Date: 29/10/21

Body Turning

FCQ063 Any Wonder - Body Turning

So today my new pc turned up, this is what happened when i got to finally make a tune after such a long time away from it. hopefully there will be more soon.

Something In The Air

Breath Inside

FUGARU - Cold Reality

a small chill track.
Project file Playthrough: https://youtu.be/djz3qFgsnUc
free/ pay what you want: https://lastryte.bandcamp.com/track/forest-fairies

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Forest Fairies

Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nlfWKHbI9k

Empty Places


two poems this time 

As I splat my thoughts on the table,
a gross deck of cards to shuffle
all they do is laugh and mock
And stare so much that my arteries have blocked
Their stares become plaque
And however hard I try I cannot fight back
So my eyes bend backwards and spew
Honestly, I don’t blame them
Because if I could take a proper look at the mess in my head
I would too
The iron mask that I parade around everywhere
Has protected me from suspicious care
It doesn’t have a scratch on it, like it’s brand new
But the scratches in my head are scary and true
I can see the blade.
It calls me.
again
again
AGAIN
AGAIN
“You need me. I can save you,” it says. 
I pick it up and brush it against my soft skin;
i’m crying.
it feels good. 
i am in control.
for once.
i draw shapes into my skin
i let the blood trickle down into the sink
in its reflection,
crying hope catches my hazel eyes 
crying hope cradles me in its soft pale arms
i lost the fight this time.


These embers that come from my lack of consternation.  
A fire that gravity does compel.  
Within my own destruction,  
Devaluing extraction here in this hell.  
OBSESSIVE.  
COMPULSIVE.  
OBSESSION,  
COMPELLING,  
This fragmented shit storm of a thing,  
So wretched, these urges.  
Completely, in earnest.  
I've ravaged my own modesty.  
Each spiraling gasp of air,  
So filled with more thoughts and even more than threadbare.  
Mechanical solutions that never pass the time.  
Autodidactic pollution that severs the heart and fucks the mind.  
I've lost much to this lunacy,  
Contributions of a contrived infamy.  
Where has the ground even gone to?  
This truly most desperate attempt at reaching my arms around my mind...  
To choke the insecurity from each swollen nerve,  

That has always been filled with my name.  
These hallways reverberate with itemized intolerable necessity.  
Disgusting need to control that which inevitably will spin further away from me.  
"What is his name?"  
They will ask of me.  
"What was his name?"  
They will ask to see.  

Something that fumbles for truth,  
Something so exhausted and used.  
Someone who wrestles with few, however only in physical ways.  

GRAVITY DOES CREATE AN ORBIT FOR THIS THOUGHT STORM THAT IS LOOSE.  

Awkward, shuffling little man...  
Haphazard miserable little plan...  
"Fold this thing, fold that thing, cross your arms, stand this way."  
Forever and ever and ever in every way.  
No one else could ever be more correct (than me).  
Not in this miserable shit stain of a life.  
No one could ever know more (than me)  
These menacing thoughts that prey upon my mind.  
Intruding,  
Refuting,  
Now eating and bruising...  
My wants so confused for my needs.  
How does it feel to know that there is no controlling each and every single one?  
How does it feel (self) just knowing,  
That this is the source of a lot of your shame.  
Tick,  
Tick,  
Tick,  
Tick...  
BOOM

silence when I bled out

Galactic Bells

simple minded | untitled project 001 sessions | ambient atmospheric psyche drone runx3 2.1 e1 22 bpm take 1 82425

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