same. over and over.

Digital Genital Swap

alone time all the time

a lot (sped up)

playboi carti - magnolia (dookie goofy ahh edit)

very rough sketch demo 

ripping drums by phil conine

grubs demo

the grown ups

I want to linger in your dunes
I want your dark smog in my lungs
I want to wade in your ice waters
I want your shadows on my tongue


Who knows what life lies underneath
Who knows what life lies underneath
Who knows what life lies underneath?
Who knows where life lies

And I will cross your dark terrain, love,
Your winds will cut across my cheek
I’ll press on through your strange rains, love
Your mirror-lakes are all I need

If we could only get a little bit closer
If we could only get a little bit closer
If we could only get a little bit closer
Who knows where life lies

Please don't tell me it's too soon
Are you a rock, are you my moon?

Who knows what life lies underneath?
(If we could only get a little bit closer)

Who knows where life lies
Don't tell me it's too soon






Titan (original song)

ground and figure:
being and not.
we have withered,
we have fought.
in the fire,
through the smoke,
we were tired, lost, and broke.

is there something more than meets the eye?
it’s such a chore to keep this lie.

negative space (the figure and its ground)

I tried to sing for you a tune so sweet
But it got caught in the back of my throat 
Like broken teeth

I tried to write to you with words of sense
But the paper tore up my fingertips 
Like a barbed-wire fence

And winter strikes without a spark
Oh it’s hard to find our way in the dark


I caught a fox for you with fur like snow
But he cried out with such rage in the night 
I let him go

Next day he killed a rabbit or two; so it goes
I’d gather their hearts for you 
But they already froze

Oh winter strikes without a spark
And it’s hard to find our way in the dark

I named a star for you, one so far away
It burned out years ago but we still see its face

And who would even try to stop the death of a star
Let’s gather what light we have left and  be what we are

And when winter strikes without a spark
We’ll find what way we can in the dark

negative space (the figure and its ground)

sloth hooks