Insidious

Written by me and Vanished Art.

Vanished Art Youtube channel:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIaNOxUAL2F3RM1h6A6e5jw

Hope You Remember Me

I Wanna Be Software

Love, love, love
Paradoxal feeling
And when you leave me
Let your smell here..
...and I love, love, love
Those contrary contrary emotions
Nobody - but intrusions
Maybe mind is unclear..
...about love, love, love
Somethings are missed
Dirty copy of a sin
Peaceful beauty lies within..
...our love, love, love
Omissed clarity
Pricing without earning
What is won is empathy.
Sure, love.. love, love
Complete is broken
Undone is to unfold
Universal space-skin..
...could love, love, love
Bury our reason
Burn any cold fusion
Energy to drive in..
..but is just love, love, love
Cult repetition
Memory intromission
Soul to sentence, spirit to feel
Love, love, love..
God's not heard
Death runs above
Damn you nerd..

https://www.academia.edu/106237910/Psychological_Doc

Dual Peep

https://ffm.link/pr0j3c7 <- Pro-Jekt -> On Spotify!

Internet Trip

https://ffm.link/y0ut1b2 <- Me, on Youtube Theme - thankfully.

Wolvex

my other art based platforms - https://linktr.ee/voidic3ntity

the haze of distant fog smoke pouring in through the vast bay window which overlooks some great forgotten garden, bereft of the childish wonderings of all but tiny insects & microscopic plasmic creations of reproductive life, lead without necessity, casting all into brilliant orbital motion, through such complex yet seamless ganders at light & at style, sensory appreciation is invoked once more, brought forth through attention, the surface of acknowledgement, dubious, yet subsequently redactive, for the endless activity of life is merely a conduit for the bleak radiation of a god like radius, millions of miles succumb by the great search for meaning, redemptive self engineering of subtle alchemical disfantasies, a great displeasure to the spirit of freedom, formation is the product of an endless gene swarming, anchoring & rooting all within the fabric of fluidity, great purples & vast yellows, only attainable during the most hazy of sun filled evenings, over burnt toast & academics poison, upon the lips of every vocal speaker is the reflection of the chrome coloured essence, tainted by the perfectionism of metaphors & the elegance of eternity, for all change is epistemic, meaning, all logical assumptions must be discarded, as the difference between reality & semantic daydream drifts further afield, this ambiguity of association, this great misalignment of rational construction, grows wider by the slowly dawning moments of such tiresome tedium.

FORMATION

need you

2nD ChaNCeS

original tumblr post: https://bit.ly/3vLntxj

a dry desert descends upon foreign landscapes, preaching lessons of adversity & of modernity, the vast frontier of decaying expectations, eroding the many preconceived notions of reality, yet overcome by all supreme diversities: chaos, the wailing echo of eternities siren song, calling north & conjuring forth, a deep sacredness, a distant dualistic shimmering, an inner glistening; heavens brilliance, forever shining forth through materialism, as if by divine ingression, aeons & ions, orion's origins, the starlit twilight at the end of dawn, a far cry from that which is, & that which shall be, becoming itself, many endless incarnations of irony, witnessed through the universal iridescence, upon the eyes of the mind does the jester dance, coldhearted, & yet so endlessly magnificent: zany expressionism, present behind all such forms, formless vastness arranges all in tangential meaning.

STARLIT TWILIGHT - NOVEMBER 1ST 12:37PM -

Sometimes loving someone is hard, sometimes easy. The song approaches Punk and Hard Rock from a new perspective.

Dead Man's Love

Music is the best way to hear the universe.

Wolvex

Dot's & Lines