https://soundcloud.com/stargazer111/see-you-again?si=ae43c01319f049d6af2e5f0e74aead30&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

found a cassette tape covered in blood on the ground (feat. stella)

splat

"Drowning in the waves of no increase. no increase.
My body just floats.
Repeated sinking.
What are Sachiko's feelings?
I'm so tired.
However, there is more to it than that.
It only disturbs sadness. I will never come again."

gut spiller‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

sorry

https://soundcloud.com/stargazer111?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

teenage girl (feat. stella)

2003

https://soundcloud.com/stargazer111?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

lyrics:
i talk to you but you don't talk back
no, life is stupid.. what's the point in that?
no one told me that people could be.. this mean..

crushed to death as blood splattered everywhere (feat. stella)

laying in my own puddle of blood (feat. stella)

"Lady Macbeth prays to the devil to make her blood so thick that pity cannot pass through it. This blood imagery makes it clear that the inner condition of Lady Macbeth is dammed from the beginning of the play"

pity falls on me, blood at every corner

sampled stella
https://soundcloud.com/stargazer111?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

https://www.crisistextline.org/help-for-self-harm/

988

bash my head till the memories go away and till im a bloody mess (feat. stella)

Repishcheva Ulitsa, 13 корпус 1, St Petersburg, Russia, 197375

https://soundcloud.com/garden_angel/i-want-bugs-in-my-hair?si=8abd60cd35914f128fc2f67f63817b20&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

i want blood in my hair

I have not felt a thing for weeks.
But getting up and going to work on time
I did what needed to be done, then rushed home.
And even the main streets, those ancient charmers,
Failed to amuse me, and the fight between
The upstairs couple was nothing but loud noise.
None of it touched me, except as an irritation,
And though I knew I could stop
And enjoy if I wanted to
The karate excitement and the crowd
That often gathers in front of funeral homes,
I denied myself these dependable pleasures,
The tricks of anti-depression
That had taken me so long to learn,
By now worn smooth with use, like bowling alleys in my soul.
And certain records that one can't hear without
Breaking into a smile, I refused to listen to
In order to find out what it would be like
To be cleansed of enthusiasm,
And to learn to honor my emptiness,
My indifference, myself at zero degrees.

More than any desire to indulge the numbness I wanted to be free of the bullying urge to feel, Or to care, or to sympathize. I have always dreaded admitting I was unfeeling From the time my father called me ‘a cold fish,' And I thought he might be right, at nine years old And ever since I have run around convincing everyone What a passionate, sympathetic person I am.

I would have said no poetry can come From a lack of enthusiasm; yet how much of my life, Of anyone's life, is spent in neutral gear? The economics of emotions demand it. Those rare intensities of love and anguish Are cheapened when you swamp them with souped-up ebulliences, A professional liveliness that wears so thin. There must be a poetry for that other state When I am feeling precisely nothing, there must Be an interesting way to write about it. There are continents of numbness to discover If I could have the patience or the courage.

But supposing numbness were only a disguised disappointment? A veil for anger? Then it would have no right to attention In and of itself, and one would always have to push on, Push on, to the real source of the trouble— Which means, back to melodrama. Is the neutral state a cover for unhappiness, Or do I make myself impatient and unhappy To avoid my basic nature, which is passive and low-key? And if I knew the answer, Would it make any difference in my life? At bottom I feel something stubborn as ice fields, Like sorrow or endurance, propelling me.

https://soundcloud.com/jahseh-onfroy/lets-pretend-were-numb-prod-khaed?si=3906425ec45c47da9f2ffa29e8a88cff&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

https://poets.org/poem/numbness

feeling numb surely is something.. isn't it

(don't) forget the blood that was spilled

https://youtu.be/fHqaeZmiVpo?si=UrL6x1sf6g-C3Xi9

your favorite color was red

https://help.rescue.org/donate/evergreen-crisis-ME?ms=gs_ppc_fy24_gaza_mmus_mar&initialms=gs_ppc_fy24_gaza_mmus_mar&gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAjwg8qzBhAoEiwAWagLrFTwWvwRsT2_59ReLwc9XyJ_TFnX1w_usBUNan_cOwvnIASGsSfQPxoCBFIQAvD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds

https://soundcloud.com/333ternal?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
https://soundcloud.com/333ternal?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
https://soundcloud.com/333ternal?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
https://soundcloud.com/333ternal?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

blood bond w/dj bloodemoji<333

victim

had to add to the homage

https://soundcloud.com/smallmistake/2q2w4rf98?si=aec2af4b5fc94c43b94e22f81c236cf9&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

https://soundcloud.com/sicktricksgasoline/blood-1?si=54b0acaa619545c3a8f24598a0b2a52e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

blood

https://youtu.be/Qj0eCoc0ii4?si=ZtFyaS1uGPeVfO-6

red = boold ʇo ƨƨɘm ɒ

blood hysteria

film and bloodshed

red... all over

sample: https://youtu.be/lL2ZwXj1tXM?si=nR7gBUHdQxGwkgqF

when he shot himself

blood running down the chair in all directions as the horror of our body's true form show contorted

cries homage
<3

https://soundcloud.com/ccrys/clinging-to-memories-that-hurt?si=33ea10466bb94a4ab3a43e7b18d4b540&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

snuff films, bloody mess

album on bandcamp
https://bloodsplatteredeverywhere.bandcamp.com/album/hopes-of-blood-stained-misfortunes-to-die-at-my-own-hand-id-wish-to-not-leave-during-my-teenage-years-mp3

left bleeding

newfound blood lust

watching you
watching me
blood < is > on the floor and walls
as we speak.

blood splattered everywhere

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