I’m fighting to stay awake
and find the places that you were before
these moments hold a heaviness like
gravity of memory these rooms we shared hold frequency

we were supposed to write the manual
give our men the atlas
he said the world is heavy 
I think it doesn’t make much sense
whispers of our sweet
memory face to face
mirroring against the walls
that told stories in writing

places that you were before

The Images are drawn from music,
The Audio, imitates vision
It automates videotapes for television- Receivers who will showcase
Pictures with electrical signals 
Silent movies will inspire 
Music played by cathedrals 
Watch to hear the story
On a radio station
If Im a tape, hit play, and a visual state 
Mistake lyrical for automatic 
Silence breaker big mistake 
Autotuner of a visceral mate 
Audio investigates a visual bait 
If im a tv tape, visuals an audio fate
Press stop record on the camera
Draw new imitations from life
Of art that imitates 
Music that imitates
Visual that imitates
Sound that imitates 
The 9 that 7 didn't 8
The Timing that cures hunger 
Inspiration that doesn't take
Art that doesn't consume
Visions of me and 
Pieces of you 
All thats left, as one big breath
Art it is remained

(Art that Doesn’t Consume) Visions of me and pieces of You

You are disgusting
You are discussing me?
Don't you have any other 
Things to say, even people to do
you are just so busy
Killing time? Or is it me 
to have a 
Life of your own
You could see
Or let me tell you
Fucking advice 
About what 
happens when we ignore the truth 

You find yourself in tension
and you have
some needs you cannot place
Anger builds you cannot trace
you chose to break the pencils
And go on punching your own damn face
While I drew drew drew conclusions from
The blood smeared and I wondered how
The fuck do I draw a map out of here
And wheat pasted across a pedestrian sign
90% of domestic violence victims don't survive 

You're fucking crazy 
Who's clearly projecting, you say? 

Who takes candy from a baby
And Then says
your mother doesn't miss you 

You, yeah you
Run
and you hide our baby from me
But you can't run too far 
From yourself, what isreal,  the truth 

Is This is what happens to you
like you're on a boat 
And then there's a story that hurts
It hurts really bad
And you had the chance to clear the air
Because let's face it
We were all choking down here
But
You
Circle the lie cirle the lie
Like an alligator in a goddamn mote around your castle and you circle and you circle it 
And thats why you can't take your mind off of it
You'll go round and round
And spin anyone down 
But I know how to swim
And you're about to fucking drown
Because you thought that the world stopped
When you closed your eyes, didn't you?
Narcissist
You got stuck looking at the place to remember 
And then turned into statue to memorize it
Stuck
Stuck
Why don't you just give a fuck

Why don’t you (are disgusting)

When i think about You (please blame me if You Want To)

written by me 
Ayin Sora Moon
I am Overculture 
you are Overculture
anyone is overculture
I came to be anyone at all

be free

You are Supposed to Be Here

I came to be anyone at all

see you at c level

17 minutes of my personal …. personal.


lol

I hope that maybe it can inspire somebodies someday

---
maybe I’ll re record a version of these with my own vocals.. it’s kinda fun too make retro mac voiceover do it lolol but I do have a hum..

the secret of knitting circles

Lady reaches roots
Direction down, down 
wells Drawn Deep
Dark underground 

Walls dripping 
A Library,
lair of aphrodite
Iced glances over
For anyone who 
Needs a drink 

Giving me a
Sea shell that
pours water for
All otherwise 

Well wishes
Come forth from
My springs 

You, hot mess with
Collection of my sweat
You gathered,
For Oil burning 
To light your day 

But my heart, still, 
Like a drum shows
A reflection of you 
Cymbals clash
The direction of you
A high hat with no kick
You, have no place We'll be back home
My heart beats bass
Lines you can't replace 

When youd bring buckets
Try to bail me out
spilling dark open 
To drown in their tears
A shout into the well
While you play captain save
Our souls, your ship so unsinkable
Remember
changing tides
Especially
of wicked men
Who would 
By his way come
You came even, you sick fuck, didn't you?
You fucking raped me
With no forethought 
Of the sea
And what your seed, to your
Dismay would bring

When they won't let us heal
and you can't tell whats real
Know that you make your own worth
You have your own will
Only you can feel 

My wells 
Refill
Your lanterns dim 
You never needed him
Except to leave, 
Burn out
As you carve an escape route
Don't use your arm
Please, you dont need any
More self harm 
With scars as maps,
only be
Forward facing now
Back turned to
Let that house burn 
Itself as youre
Washed clean of it
Water geyser 
Riser
The Paths are lit way
By fire
Wind to never 
Touch the ground of ash there
Again never again
As the ground water
Never never runs dry
A rainy day. 

static isn't still
unless to still is to selectively boil
then condense the vapor
you always wondered if you
heard a ghost box 
or the white noise make a 
voices to follow well
when you take my voice
and double and double and double and double
bite of apple to byte data,
codon to code
noise to noise
static to static
electricity to electro cities
dust to dust
bit to bit
resolution size
revolution begin

Aphrodite

it was just a dream

I want you to be here (I just wanna know)

When you feel like being someone destroying something beautiful

what

Cellular Devices

Yeaaa.wav

Hshshjsjdhdicabtfibishmylabjnkrdecideifnahtjjnfsovoodanynore

720p 30fps

dec23.wav

Neeyear.wav

🤷
🫠😩
they hate the ghost of me around 

everything sucks and I hate it

how many others did you kill

BEATSCATS3333.wav

oopsididitaggain.wav

they don't 
       believe me 




thanks for listening 

how are you going to kill me

Experimental gender and genre defying musical noisetríe

4-Audio 0001 [blastoff (goofy thinks it’s heavy)].aif

you are supposed to be here (original version)

my computer is failing and I just can't today

or yesterday for that matter
but anyhow...before it possibly disappears furever into my eternally expanding abyss of an infinite sample library made during my (like 12-20 hrs daily, for four years {dissociated}) time all spent in Ableton
here 
you go

lol

I CAN'T (HAPPEN)

Future-electro magnetic (tech)HYPno; 
Experimental at simplest; a journey to somewhere uphill and heartbreaking and impossible to describe in longer terms

broke and (am i) going; to make it

here, blot the ink off of ya ears.

now go get it out of the trash and tell me what you ate for sandwich.

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it’s alive.


it’s … us ..maybe

labyrinthlens.com

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they erased us from their books of life
they don't want
 the ghost of me around here,     anymore 
it reminds them that they held hands with our oppressors 

it can never be undone 
all of it will happen 

row a boat on down, it was just a dream 
give them love and empathy 
I am them and they hear me 
give them love and empathy . give them
love and empathy

Overculture

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