Being a bit embarrassing with this one, oh well no one listens to me anyway so it doesn't matter. Soon you'll be able to reconstruct my entire face out of the pieces of it I use for profile pictures and cover art. Nose on the next cover?

QUEERBAIT

https://soundcloud.com/delto/blinded reprod
ALSO A TAG 😛
released yesterday

his ass is NOT blinded 🙅

421 - dumb song

country music

tired of the summer (p. pxnyboy)

Boardwalk Rapture

Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
Lyrics written by Dr Mester .
Not for commercial use.

"No Broccoli for Nobody" is more than just a track—it's a deep dive into the clash of ancient wisdom and modern-day dogma. Inspired by Weston Price’s findings and the timeless balance in traditional diets, this song flips the script on what we’ve been told about food and health. We’re talking Eskimos thriving on fat and protein in the harshest cold, and Bedouins making milk their lifeline in the blistering heat.
The lyrics are about more than just food; they speak to the wisdom of ancient cultures who adapted to their environments in ways modern society has lost touch with. It’s a powerful message against diet extremism, breaking down the idea of a “one-size-fits-all” approach to nutrition.
In the end, we’re all part of nature, and as we reclaim what’s been lost—traditional wisdom—we can heal ourselves and our world.


NO BROCCOLI FOR NOBODY (Eskimos vs. Bedouins – The Great Diet Showdown That Wasn't)
[Intro]
"Yo, they told us ‘Eat your greens!’ But what if the land ain't green?
They told us ‘Whole grains or die!’ But what if the ground ain't got no rye?
They wanna school us—but Mother Nature been teaching class since time begun!"

 (The Showdown Begins]

Eskimos step up first, flexing their Arctic survival skills:
"Ain’t no fields, just ice and snow,
No farms, no wheat, just fish and roe.
Blubber on deck, keep the heat in my chest,
Raw meat melt, we digest with no stress."
Bedouins fire back, holding it down for the desert:
"Meanwhile, down where the sand runs deep,
Ain’t no fish, no seal, no meat.
Ain’t no blubber, ain't no bone,
But God gave milk—yeah, straight from the throne!"


"Brown rice? Kale? That’s cute, but where’s it at?
Snow’s too cold, sand’s too cracked.
God gave fat where the cold winds blow,
Gave milk to the desert, fat in a flow!"
"Ain’t no ‘good,’ ain’t no ‘bad,’
Just what keeps your people fed.
Eskimos burn, Bedouins chill,
Both stay strong, no doctor’s bill!"

 (Why They Can't Swap)

Eskimos clowning Bedouins trying to survive in the Arctic:
"You sip that milk? Cute, my dude,
But you gon’ freeze in that igloo.
No dates, no kefir, ain't no cow,
So how you finna hydrate now?"
Bedouins laughing at Eskimos lost in the desert:
"You gnaw on fat? That’s cool, my guy,
But eat that here? You straight up die.
Melt like butter, slow and fried,
While I’m sipping milk and staying alive!"

:
 (Diet Dogma Gets Destroyed)

"Yo, tell the Eskimos to eat some greens,
But all they see is snow and seas!
Tell the Bedouins, ‘Protein’s a must!’
But you try eating blubber in 100 plus!"
"It ain't about 'right' or 'wrong,'
It's about where you belong.
God gave yin to the yang,
Cold needs heat, desert needs damp.
Nature ain’t stupid, but man… might be.
Selling one-size-fits-all—nah, miss me!"



(The Realization – No Showdown, Just Truth]


"We ain’t enemies—we both winning,
You got milk, I got fat, and we both grinning.
Different foods, different lands,
Different climates, different plans."
"Nature wrote the rulebook, we just follow,
Ain’t no one-size meal to swallow.
From the ice to the sand, we all adapt,
God’s design—now, chew on that!"


"So take your dogma, take your plate,
Ain’t no one-size-fits-all fate.
No brown rice, no tofu schemes,
No broccoli—nobody needs greens!"
"No broccoli for nobody."

NO BROCCOLI FOR NOBODY Eskimos vs. Bedouins

МЕ ХУ́УДЕТАА́Н ЙО́ЁХЁН: ПЕРКЕЛЕ!

PERKELE 3000

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkPOpRQluFI

OCHEROK

Released on zera records, peace prayer compilation

Peace Prayer

Buy it you dirty hippi

Ending The Bit

Zbudowałam z klocków wieżę
Całkiem ładną, całkiem trwałą.
Był tam spokój, równe tempo,
Nawet dobrze się trzymała.

Coś się stało z moją wieżą,
Niefortunny wręcz wypadek,
Wystarczyło mnie cie spotkać  
Klocki w strony poleciały.

Wkurzać się nie mam prawa? 
Być warto jednak może?
I nie mów mi co mam robić, 
Bo to sama budowałam.

Śpię za mało (się wysypiam).
Budzę się w nocy lub nad ranem,
W takich stanach (lub nie takich) 
Nigdy wcześniej nie bywalam.

Męczyć się tu bez ciebie, 
Nie wiem czy chcę być z kimś.
Możesz być tym niebem,
Możesz być tym wszystkim.

Wieża z klocków

BE CAREFUL, IM NEWGEN
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCW8rXNgFoGZGaePSPtvXP9g
https://ukarotische.newgrounds.com/

NOT HERE TO TRADE HOLLOW FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW NOR NEED LIKES OR ANY PROPOSAL, TY!

"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

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RRRastas hails from the Cumstain left on the sheets in Dysterbotten, The United Alcoholic States of Funland.
Taking inspiration from traveling through the local waste disposal. Where he spotted the intresting "Parentus Disappointus Woocumulus" the common hippie or the Western Enlightened™ Bum that influenced his unproductive creative style and process. He specialize in gastrointestinal preformance art that focuses on depressive meditation, ”shid n cum 8===D~”, rectal pain, nonsense and Trancendental™ Coprophagist Ultra-Spiritual™ Dance.

New tracks tagged #Post-Irony