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"What I soon learned was that Tommy claimed to be a time traveler, a rogue agent sent to guide me down a path of chaos and destruction.“I’m here to help you unleash the beast within, Charlie,” he’d say, grinning as if he knew some cosmic secret. Tommy fed me stories of a world altered by music and madness, where creativity blossomed in the soil of despair. I lapped it up, hungry for more than the mundane life I had lived. It felt like a twisted fairy tale, one where I was both the hero and the monster.As the LSD kicked in, my perception twisted and turned. I became acutely aware of the energies swirling around us—colors danced, sounds reverberated, and thoughts morphed into vivid images. It was intoxicating, terrifying, and I felt an odd sense of vulnerability. I had always been a survivor, but now I was exposed, raw, open to the manipulation of others.III. The Highs and Lows of PsychedelicsThe C.I.A. wasn’t just interested in my charisma or my talent for manipulation; they wanted control. LSD transformed me, shifting my reality, making me susceptible to the influences that surrounded me. It unraveled the fabric of my sanity, allowing them to weave it back together in their own dark design. During one of my trips, Tommy played a song that would become a haunting echo in my mind, “Let’s Thank the C.I.A. for Inventing LSD.” The catchy tune, filled with irony, made me vibrate with a sense of rebellion and acknowledgment.It was during one of these highs that I began to feel the rift within me widen. With every dose of acid, I was losing more of myself. The voices grew stronger, the shadows darker. I learned of the Tate-LaBianca murders, tales of blood and chaos that danced sinisterly through my mind, but they were never solely mine. They belonged to a design, a game.IV. Convergence with KaczynskiThe months passed, and the ambition built in me like a fever pitch. I learned about Ted Kaczynski—another pawn caught in the gears of societal torment. They’d fed him the same psychological experiments at Harvard, molding his fragile mind into a weapon. I felt a kinship with him, knowing that we were both victims of a greater ambition, each puppet in the hands of bureaucratic masters.I wondered if they had whispered to him too, manipulating him under the guise of education. I could envision him, isolated in his cabin, fueled by the agony of mental anguish and anger, just as I had once been, before Tommy. It made me question the very nature of our existence, whether we were ever truly in control of our destinies or merely pieces on a chessboard.V. The Descent into MadnessAs Operation Chaos tightened its grip, I became lost between reality and the numerous layers they had conjured. The more I indulged in the fragmented version of myself, the heavier the chains of expectation weighed upon me. In the midst of this swirling chaos, Tommy pressed on, coaxing me toward an apocalyptic liberation I naïvely embraced.“Embrace the madness!” he’d chant, spurring me on like a demon in disguise. “You hold the key to your freedom! The world needs to see!” But those weren’t my aims, I realized with a shudder. I was just a man wanting to be loved, yet here I was about to become a harbinger of horror.The infamous night came as a culmination of all these influences—a fateful convergence of circumstances and choices. As I looked around at my followers, caught in the throes of euphoric insanity, I couldn’t help but feel both powerful and powerless. the tab of LSD, the guiding whispers of Tommy Zygote, and what happened under that night sky. It’s all a blur, yet some fragments break through the fog. I can hear the echoes of that terrible song, reverberating around me: “Let’s thank the C.I.A. for inventing L.S.D.”The truth is, I never truly understood the full scope of their designs, nor did I grasp the extent of my exploitation. Each action I took was both a manifestation of free will and a display of manipulative control."  - C.M.

Whats for breakfast

Thank the C.I.A for inventing L.S.D.

Thank the C.I.A. for inventing L.S.D.

My biggest fear is I might one day lose touch with insanity, what would become of my creativity if that happened, oh my!

LOSING TOUCH WITH INSANITY

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/ Francois Pierre Morin music composer indie .

WILD HAND FREE

I often wonder what's going to happen with our planet/civilization/humanity.  Recent political developments around the world have me (and many many others) deeply concerned, so I'm investigating other potentially habitable regions in the universe.  Mother Earth is my home, and is very dear to me.  Wolf 1061 C could be habitable; it's only 14.1 light years away from Earth.  Hmmm.  How long would it take to get there?  Even if you could travel the speed of light.  I hope we can redeem ourselves and discover a sense of living in harmony and at peace with each other and our planet.

Flight to Wolf 1061

VB - 48

25-03-05

Arrakis

Athenea [Nocturnia Records]

Produced during a three month sabbatical on an olive oil farm in rural Italy, Etum is the next genre-blurring project from London artist Jeigo, released via his own Fleurella Records.

Immersed in the rhythms of slower living and Tuscan landscapes, the UK producer channels a sense of melancholia, decompression and warmth across this multi-genre LP. From hazy ambient textures to leftfield club cuts and off-kilter breaks, Etum captures the feeling of both solitude and subtle transformation. It marks an introspective turn for Jeigo, further establishing his unique place in the ever-evolving electronic music landscape.

Buy: https://fleurellarecords.bandcamp.com/album/etum

PREMIERE: Jeigo - Headpains [Fleurella Records]

Desert Retreat

Tortoise, Goblin, Iron Maiden and the soundtrack to Labyrinth

VB - 48

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