"Dysthymia". So it will be called my next musical project. For two years, dysthymia was my shadow that accompanied me at every step. Fear, pain, loneliness and a lot of suffering. 
So I decided to talk about what I went through the prism of music. I treat it as a treatment and purification. I present to you my bad state of mind. 
Taste it...

Dysthymia

part II (crøøked ørcus røt)

nøi2er - part II (crøøked ørcus røt)

...being eternally intoxicated my imagination and vapors absurd thoughts. It produces chaotic sounds in uncompressed quality. All lepione saliva listed next to the stamp of.
One night I spat out a space for its spiral galaxies and fell to the ground. I live between inhalation and exhalation knitting my second life. In the meantime, I love and miss you incredibly hard, fly, breathe, eat, sleep and do not laugh honestly, dying in the rush of tangled thoughts... As long as I live I have one branched goal - to steal oxygen, maternal thoughts and avocado seed. Music is my second "I" that can function in a sick world.