Adam was a man whom few truly knew. His clothes were always peculiar, his gaze distant, and his gestures calculated, as if each step was part of a secret he kept closely guarded. To the few who crossed his path, he was merely an enigmatic figure, someone who preferred to observe the world from afar, always with an air of knowing more than he revealed. What no one knew, not even Adam himself, was that his life was a labyrinth of shadows, where invisible forces guided him in incomprehensible ways.

One cold night, while the city slept, Adam found himself before a blank canvas. His fingers began to move of their own accord, drawing shapes and contours he had never imagined. Grand and chaotic ideas stormed through his mind, and within minutes, he created something he never believed himself capable of. The world around him seemed to vanish as his "creativity" took control. It was as if another part of him, hidden in the depths, was emerging to lead him to a feverish and brilliant creation.

However, without warning, this creative energy dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. He looked around, confused. The sketches were still there, but the connection he felt to them had vanished. The next morning, he awoke with an objective that consumed every thought. He was unsure what motivated him, but he felt compelled to complete a mission. His eyes fixed on a distant point, as if destiny was calling him. The "possessive" part within him activated, and he became obsessed with an idea — to sell everything, leave, and start over. No matter how irrational it seemed, there was an urgency he couldn’t ignore.

Days passed, and the frenzy gave way to something different. Adam’s mind became cold and calculating, like a master strategist manipulating invisible pieces on a board no one else could see. He began to devise elaborate plans, seeing connections others would never perceive. His ideas were labyrinthine, too complex for anyone around him to understand. To him, the world unfolded like an intricate machine, and with a mind as sharp as a blade, he was able to foresee and manipulate events before they even occurred.

But suddenly, everything stopped. Something he hadn’t anticipated interrupted him. His eyes were drawn to something as simple as an overflowing trash bin. His once sharp and strategic mind became lost in a mundane and pointless task. Adam spent hours obsessively cleaning and organizing his surroundings. He threw away things that once seemed essential, destroying parts of his life as if it were a compulsive need. His plans, his projects — all were forgotten in the face of absurd and frantic cleaning. For days, he lived in this fog, unable to see beyond the trivial.

When the fog finally lifted, Adam found himself immersed in a profound silence. And it was in this silence that something happened. A slow and disturbing reflection emerged. Adam began to question everything. Why did he act so differently? Why did his motivations change so suddenly, as if another person were inside him, dictating his will?

With each thought, the mystery of his own mind unfolded. He remembered the days when his creativity burned like fire. The nights when he couldn’t rest until he achieved a goal. The times when his mind concocted intricate strategies. And the strange obsession that, without warning, made him focus on insignificant things. Slowly, Adam began to see a pattern. Something dark and deep that had always been present but he had never noticed.

It was as if five shadows lived inside him, each emerging when the moment demanded. Creative, possessive, strategic, sabotaging, and now thoughtful — all these personalities were parts of him, fragments of a puzzle he was finally starting to piece together. He felt the weight of this revelation, but at the same time, a strange sense of clarity took hold. Adam was not just a mysterious man to others; he was an enigma to himself.

Lusid

Only Dreams

Arcadia

Sentinel

Respite

been watching the back to the future movies lately...made this jam in about 30 minutes

Good Night Future Boy

a classic pop song from back in the day. Originally by the penguins, Hope you enjoy my take on this cover version from the film, back to the future.

Earth Angel - back to the future

Where we're going, We don't need roads! Because I think the world is far to soft of a place that has made it to where people could never survive the days of old without current time modifications! I know I couldn't, give me Air Condition or give me death! I'll die on that hill too! most likley because as a woman inthe 1800's I'd be hung for a witch or beat to death for talking when I Shouldn't have been. 
even with all the riches in the world, would you go back to the 1800's? 

This is the question of the week!

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Fuck It Friday Episode 105 Which Way Are You Going

Hello, this is one of my latest pieces of film music.
I invite you to listen and follow.
This year I will show you a lot of new sounds from my side
Sebastian L 

Sebastian l -PRO8BLEM

Rocinante

Interlude-Delorian

Light Cycle

Welcome, I’m Jenn, & my Co-host Jay. Creators of the #FuckItFriday episodes of People are the worst podcast. Our random thoughts of the week taking off with the ADD of a well trained seahorse. Shit gets WILD and quick!!
Please give us a listen, leave a review in your podcast player. Did you love it? Do you hate it? 
*WARNING* this podcast uses very explicit language, we don’t shy away from anything, there will be offensive subjects, wording, no part of this will be PC. We aren’t very filtered people, so we wanted to make sure y’all got the real us. 

The reason we’re like this is, we deal with people every single day, and well the name of the podcast gives it away, People are the WORST. 

Sit down, take a load off, and let us make you laugh for a while. We think we’re hilarious, you should to!

Hi, I started out singing in the 60's. I played in several groups, made a few records. Never went fully pro just played youth clubs, pubs, and socials. 

I play a little guitar and piano just mainly chords and I write a few songs. I purchased a Tyros work station keyboard about 14 years ago and started recording many songs mainly covers. Hope you enjoy listening to some of them.

New tracks tagged #delorian