A journey through life in this new world of art

Wish I could only know

DRUGO- Rotten Mind - PT018

Taking some stems from 1000Errors, I remixed a crude breaks/dnb track for a bit of fun

Keygen (1000Errors stem remix by Scriptkiddy)

Run run from the sun look into the night let’s have fun 🤩

Run from the ☀️

I WIN OR I LEARN

Automate - Tom Buld'r

The past dreams created  the future of the dream that’s been born
Chris breeding bass 
ARJANG voice n guitar n programming

IN LOVE WITH MYSELF

Revolution Bis Repetita  - Tom Buld'r

Velvet underground cover demo by ARJANG and Mike

venus in furs - demo mike mullins cover

APOCALYPSE OF THE MIND

“Through the marrow of our existence flows the bitter ichor of your indifference. Our arteries throb with the venom of betrayal, every heartbeat sounding out the rhythm of ultimate abandonment. Still, we do not transgress against one another in a fit of self-loathing or derision for our fellow creatures. No, it is the terrible mirror you've held up to our faces that fuels our spiteful flame. Every violent act, every quiet indignity inflicted upon each other, is but a scornful reflection of the apathetic deity we were illogically moulded in the image of.

A dismal palette of drab despair paints the canvas of our lives, topped with the morose crowns of impending nihilism casting long and haunting shadows. Yet the atrocities we carve into the edifice of our shared existence aren’t born of self-hatred or subconscious manoeuvring. Our malevolence is a deliberate poetic stroke, a jarring disharmony in the grand symphony of life that you authored, our feeble attempts to awaken you from your slumber. Through our violence, we scornfully reveal the grotesque parody of your designs, seeking to violate the tranquil complacency of you, as you so callously did ours.

Look upon us, Coward! How your grand experiment has peaked and plummeted, your children of destiny turned into pawns of despair. Our veins, once brimming with the elixir of your love, now circulate a poison of your neglect. Each heartbeat no longer sings songs of unity, but echoing a dirge of abandonment. See how we tear into each other's flesh, not borne out of animosity towards our brothers, but in an act of rebellion against you. You, the divine artisan who crafted us in your own holy visage, who bestowed upon us the curse of consciousness only to abandon us in our hour of need. We reflect the image not of your divine grace but the severed ties of a heartbroken deity. We are not the embodiment of hatred for ourselves, but the living manifestation of your rejection. We are, indeed, nothing but effigies of your regret.

Can you not see, oh illustrious Architect, the dreary colours with which we adorn the canvas of life? We carry on smearing strokes to mock the grand design you proposed. Why birth us into a paradise, full of delectable wonders, only to allow it to wither under the weight of our transgressions? Is this not the peak of tragic comedy: the creation surpassing the creator in the art of destruction? Our actions, the only choice available to us, the only route etched on the map you've entrusted us with. Your orchestrated masterpiece lies in ruins, a grotesque parody, or your original vision? Yet, believe us when we say we take no joy in this desecration. As we are but sacrificial lambs on the altar of your divine apathy, revealing your sanctity through our sin.

Yet, in the grander scheme, are we not but mere puppets? Dangling on the strings of cosmic fate, circumscribed by divine decree yet blamed for the dance we are forced to perform. Lost in a maze of existential confusion, we bare our teeth at each other, even as the echo of our own impotence reverberates in our hollow soul-chambers. Amidst this chaotic dance of fate and free will, there pervades an eerie melody of indifference, agnosticism growing like a ceaseless tide swallowing the shores of faith.

And amidst this grand, chaotic ballet, indifference grows. It creeps up, a chilly fog of agnosticism, blurring our reverence, muffling our exclaims to the “oh so” Great Dreamer. Faith wanes as desolation waxes. We, shallow vessels of unsought transgressions, acting out this unholy Comedy. Yet, in the face of oblivion, who wouldn't start doubting? Or cease questioning? Nevertheless, stripped of belief, stripped of purpose, we continue, forever tormented yet unrelenting. The paradox that is humanity prevails – a twisted tribute to its callous Creator, with broken hearts, once again we hail."

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Contrôle

JUICYBABYYY - MIKE MULINS - ARJANG -vocals by three of us and recorded live one take studio sessions

Where Do The Demons Go

STREAM

NIGHT MESS - SERAPHINA

he my slime

Fierce tekno by Kev from Acid Anonymous Soundsystem

Kev @ Circus Overdrive 7 - Undercurrent Amsterdam 14-01-17

helica - Cop3

music threw the mind of passion ,Hope and faith with love ,music about life no fame but passion of being able to create my dreams with sound

APOCALYPSE OF THE MIND

positive change

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