GET YOUR SALMON ON !!!!!
n LETS AV A FISH SLAP FRENZY !!!!!

You, sir, are the wettest wobbliest whale that ever wondered the whole world!

Illusive's remix of Bling Crosby's Vibrations. Something a bit different. Check it out. Feedback appreciated!

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Bling Crosby - Vibrations (Illusive Rmx) SC Edit - OUT ON WTR 14/07/14

No Treble! (NuSkoolJungleTek Remix)

Inspired by my good ol' Gremlins locked up in the pen! See you when your out boys! LETS AV YA 


Charlie Seizure - Free The Gremlins (Preview)

And now Kali step toward the squirrel....with open arms , one can hear the echos in the forest returning to the squirrel....the echos release a deep hypnotic mindset for the poor little squirrel....get lost by Kali <3

Echoes of Kali

Poppers

Music Video : https://youtu.be/mP6bBJcqZG4

Rolling, peak‑time techno engineered for the warehouse.
Dark, driving techno with industrial grit and acid ghosts.
A hypnotic techno descent—warehouse rave energy, cinematic rise.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Hypha Crown Pilgrim

The door appeared where the salt‑blue plain met the thought of a horizon. It had no hinges and no handle—only a seam of rain‑smelling dusk that traced a tall, thin ellipse in the air, as if the world had remembered an opening and then drawn it by reflex. Under the crust of the plain, pale threads stirred. They quivered like sleepers waking from long, accurate dreams.

Saephra stood before the seam, studying the faint letters gathering along its edge. Letters wasn’t the right word. The markings looked like frost, moved like ideas, and each carried a taste—copper, cedar, old stars. Saephra read them without eyes; the gill‑veils at their throat tensed and released, sifting the air for sense the way oysters tease salt from tide.

Saephra’s body shifted with the wind. Bones of smoked glass, flexible and resonant. Skin thin and living, patterned like a leaf—networks of capillaries that were not blood but hyphae, carrying light where blood might have carried warmth. Their hair wasn’t hair so much as a down of dormant filaments, pearl‑grey now, yet to bloom into the arcs and tassels that would name them Pilgrim. Above Saephra floated a halo the size of a tea saucer, a ring of dew held together by tension and will. It was a seed, coaxed from the Root Cathedral and entrusted to no one and nothing—until it had chosen Saephra with a voice like gentle thunder and a soft, inexorable tug toward this seam.

A wind came across the plain; it lifted grains of salt and secreted them back into the ground. The seam inhaled. Lichen script bloomed brighter, and in that instant the door became a door by ceasing to be a question. Saephra stepped forward. The seam opened, becoming a corridor lined with lamps that grew by themselves—a procession of mushroom caps as thin as coins, each one lit from within. Their gills were a cartographer’s daydream, filigreed and tight; when Saephra moved, the lamps’ light split into orderly, LSD‑clean bands, and the air arranged the colors into columns like a filing system for rainbows.

Saephra bowed to the lamps. Not a learned bow, but the courtesy that happens when a breath regards another breath. The corridor exhaled in answer, and Saephra felt the ground begin to change beneath their feet—if feet were the word for the yes‑shaped pads that loosened when they needed grip and rolled into glides when the road called for speed. The floor became threads. Threads became a road. Through the weave of hyphae Saephra could see a second sky, slowly turning under all other things, wheels within wheels: a patient star‑machine.

In the thread‑road’s gleam, the dew seed above Saephra’s crown shivered. It would be a crown if it learned Saephra’s path well enough to answer it. Pilgrim was not a title given; it was a shape the world would admit only when worn by someone already walking like a pledge.

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Hypha Crown Pilgrim | Trippy Video on YouTUbe

PSRPT004 - Section 303 - Freedom Fighters - Project Storm Psytek

Aurality - My Only Solitude - FREE DOWNLOAD IN DESCRIPTION

TFIX020 - Stomping - Zac Steele & Dj Daihatsu - Preview - 224kbps

Martin Poison brings a Vinyl Tribe Tek mix to the the Free Party Legends series!!!!!

Martin Poison -  Free Party Legends - Rude Mix

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