liked the sound of this song i heard, so i fucked w/ it a little cuz I could 
Quantic - time is the enemy

Encounter

i went up in flames































































bum a light off a mad cunt

stumbling in a silly sleepy stupor

I am happy with this, so I'll post it before I become unhappy 
It sounds weird but also good, I likely mixed it in a strange way (hardly an ounce at all)

I'm trying to be positive of my creations, but doubt is a strong force
I am no master, of course of course, though I wish I were not limited in the way I feel I am
 
 
https://on.soundcloud.com/S7cBz

my sanctuary

My track for "a xmas with the partygirls" 
art by 0m01d3J3wl3ry
PARTYGIRLS 2 TH DETH 
gonna get thrashed off eggnog and chrimmas cookies

SAYONARA SILENT LOVE

atelier meruru

sometimes a shell becomes a cage, tortoise with a barking head, the shell which once protected turns to bars staving back the free biting spirit, wings tied down, muzzle on the mouth 


MY UNUSUAL SELF

all bark no bite always speaking words and acting as if acting without action might actually suffice, really she is acting and spitting lies through her teeth

KYŌKEN

breakcorebreakcorbreakbreakbreak
I need me a break man cuz I think everyway I'm gonna turn and am turnin I think im runnin straight right into the ground into a big ole brick wall and rhats unhappiness and that's depression and limitations and man I hate beun human always wishing I was somethin I aint wish I was born somethin other than what i am wish I was never born at all in fact
limits of distance, cash, expense
Cost of living cost a lot and I dunno if it'll cost anything less than the loss of life man
I think im gonna cut my throat and my losses because im afraid I'll never cut it in this life
it would be a favor to forever act in fervor by finally finishing off my flaming fiery slf
Evn angels cry, jesus hmsef was nailed 2 a cross
thats all youll get out of livng
Im nt religious, if I was I'd b rtrdd
I hate seein those fuckin crosses and dumb ass shit
Jesus loves you j3sus
I dont need his damn love
I love me and mine and everyone is mine
in fact I might just be christ himself
I wouldnt be a damn bit happier if I had some sky father FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
Haha
everytime I get talkin bout this I dont wanna die half as much
Theyre wrong theyre wrong and im gonna prove it by sticking it out till I explode in some train terminal
crown of thorns nails in the arm
Preach what's good preach what's holy but the rot is so rotten that it infests religion
pretend it doesnt pretend it's fine
sure thing
under the spell, walking on earth is feelin like hell
Capitalism so strong that even anticapitalism and liberalism and such is sometimes even just a method to promote your capitalism, to promote your position to get more wealth to get more followers
World full of rot and worms
And you could be the greatest person and still get burnt to a crisp
What a bleak fuckin life, is the way I see it but man really I aint seen a thing I cant see enough and really the truth is I wont stop till I see all I can till I drop dead or im stuck in a can man I cant get enough of not getting enough of not
aint nothin perfect, that's the truth
but man couldnt it be better?
why settle for less why settle for the least cant we wish for most yo cant we clean our hands of what's gross yo
Everyone wants to be on top
everyone on top wants no one but them to be on top
some peeps fight to equalize but what you dont realize is that they just wanna be on top too
power struggle, heart smother
Child is as blind as the mother
hate knows no bounds, it's like no other
but man love is a strong contender I try to be the best friend of many but maybe it's just to stall the thoughts of hate the thoughts of harm maybe ots just to hide what's within my mind
or maybe it makes me happy to make people happy or it.makes me happy to talk I hope I can change their hearts change their minds leave an impact do something good
maybe then I can blow my fuckin brains out
but who knows
as a natural state its like im takin tokes off a blunt
blowin smoke from my ears nose and mouth
high as a kite but never did inhale
breath shaky breathing in the fumes sickly as flaky paint breathe in the plumes particles small and rough like every bit of sand dunes and damn dude this shit is glassing me the way its so hot this shit is gas it would be gassing me if I were in the shower right now
guess I say too much say,throw,go too far speak further than my spit speak further than my fists but I do love walking im sure my fists could meet my words if I kept at it im sure if I was heard all that matters would be my words words are better than spit I reckon, by quite a bit
sickness in my throat everything plugged up like the holes of a boat, barnacles growing on the outside turning to a buncha batcha coral i think im turning infernal rotting to my core my crew too rotting falling to pieces
im nothing of note but I think im rather odd but to you im sure thats nothing interesting to you im sure you'd not like to know me
most people wanna bottle me up and throw me, or thats jst what I hope they wan

FACETS OF FACE

PROJECT42 (with downturn.)


so much for suzaku, so much for four, can hardly manage one
no legend, no falling of the dice in the favor I'd prefer
unlucky may i be
maybe im the misfortune
accept no help but wish always for it 
want more but look for naught but less
no method
i expect yet i do not do, or do i ever wish at all?
something i want, i do wish i already was so that perhaps i could do what i do better
im stagnant for the steps i take are in circular motion
vulture, and i am the carcass
i spill my guts across the sky as if rain falls at all in this barren desert brain
i am my ally and my enemy 
i am those who hate me and i am those who love me
these days those who love me are not stuck in the mind 
at least not the me that loves me
i do not use every tool i can
i actively avoid certain tools at times
all in favor of doing it my way
but will my way work out?
i say i do this to excuse my mind, to clear the fear ive left within
but fear grows and gets left behind
theres rot in my heart and smog upwards of the spine 
i have time
i have time
but i feel as if i have none
as if i dont have enough
is this purgatory?
a prison
a race track
everything is everything and nothing 
perhaps i only feel everything amounts to nothing
i fear my perception is distorted
does everyone see it? does it truly exist? 
i used to think i knew how to persist
but since ive seen my ability perish
off and on, to ash and dust sometimes it seems i dont know what i must 
i ask advice and give my own, yet i seem to forget or listen to none
helpless i hate feeling, yet too i feel solely responsible, like only i know how or only i can do
and its rancid
i hate the thoughts which fly my way
that is not me which resides inside
i will excise.it
these parts that rot
i cant fail now
after all this
i cant fail even in general
lifes a bitch
and i wont let myself be bitched
IM the one who should be bitching life
but no, im the collared dog
so to speak
in a way i am the bitch
i shouldnt be suprised
in fact perhaps i should get used to it
i should know
i feel i do know
this is how its gonna be
nothing can be done 
but in my current state i find it rather dim and so too are my eyes
grim is it
will i get used to it?
will i become what i wish to?
i almost wish i could see inside dates from another time
I want closure for that which has yet to happen
but i guess I'll just have to see it all myself 

stubborn, 

in pursuit of light

Song submitted to Spanish Breakcore Sprinkler 00050
https://spanishbreakcoresprinkler.bandcamp.com/album/spanish-breakcore-sprinkler-00050 

Unto death I come anew

In Glory I Shall Return

thing of the dead
made for this compy
https://tunafishrecords.bandcamp.com/album/-

gonkwave


https://tunafishrecords.bandcamp.com/track/rythmsquid-1978

the mind of a corpse is a strange thing, and if you've ever seen it, you may not have been sure of the difference between living and dead. You think, what kind of mind does such a poor dead fool have, it doesn't make any sense, they breathe no longer, they think no longer. Has the dead ever walked among me, how could it be? I promise, there are many kinds of dead, and some allow one to walk long after they have lost life.. They breathe and speak, like you, me, or the next, and they are of the same flesh and blood, but a changed mind. They can function proper, or they can function unjustly, they can be the most lively you have ever met. The dead can hate to live, or love to live, they can be wishing it ends or wishing it doesn't. The dead can live like death does not matter, or like their second death is the worst thing they could have, some odd violent survival pushing them onwards.. 
There is much to the walking corpse, much I should know and much I do not. i feel I am one of these things,, only biding my time until th storm takes me finally.. that kind of thing with time on the line, the second death an explosive, violent affair 
.. i cant write more right now  i have to post



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