TIME TO FUCK

CHAINSAW

you are nothing more that a piece of information floating along a great digital highway everything you ever do will be archived and preserved into a great virtual city everlasting, ever living, electronically

Scrambled Signals

Up From The Dead

This also marks the 10 year anniversary for my music production.

Twenty Four (BirthdayBirthdayBirthday...)

Stranger did they send you,
to riddle me down?
when the enemy befriends you,
you must swallow your sound,

Hide what you roared,
in the same 7 chords,
puzzle box words,
left unheard,

In the temple of the insects,
that no one else can see,
will I climb the bony handles,
an offering of me?

White wolf says no,
and if it's just a dream,
why do the whispers scream?

Cause you did what you did,
oh you messed up stupid kid,
now you're forty years old,
pretending your shit's made out of gold,

The song is done,
but it's barely begun,
barely begun and it's done,

so end it,
so end it,
so end it,
(I can't.)

End it! End it! End it!

A blessing made of curses,
leaves me trying not to swear,
never clutching my pee-body.
never been so unaware,

Heaven and Hell,
are the same stupid place,
gay frogs can jump in your face,

And I die, don't why,
but I die, a little each day,
and it's good, least it should,
should be good, so they say,

The song is done,
but it's barely begun,
barely begun and it's done...

puny separateness

Flicker {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O™

Let Us Hurt Ourselves

404_ERROR_BODIES_NOT_FOUND ft. dirtnoise

Summer Jobs

bedroom produced/indie/dream-pop
experimental/samples/electronics
chill/tropical/beach vibes
folk/freak-folk/forest vibes

Summer Jobs

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