Not all meetings are necessary, but this was.

China's First Secretary Qian Changying Greets Distant Visitors From Titawin In Chengdu, AD 2261

Like a twisted serenade, the world lurches and sways in its carnival of chaos. Plummeting virtues, blooming atrocities—a manic theatre where grimaces don stolen masks of joviality. 

Each murmur of despair strums onto the discordant xylophone of existence, each shattered dream fuels the ludicrous laughter of a deranged puppeteer. It's Warhol's Nightmarish pop-art—a macabre conclave of colors guzzling on the lifeblood of sanctity, an unholy masquerade christened in ebon despair and twilit terror.

And yet, such is its perverse charm. In a HeinzBeanzTM-tin world choking on its own garish, overpowering toxicity, stumbles a mum. Unblinking. Holding a sobbing starburst of new life, eyes innocent, echoes of Eden.

She bears the scars of a million griefs, punctured dreams and stitched hopes—a patchwork quilt of life. She inhales the acrid aroma of decay, but exhales the perfume of possibility. 

Ah, what relentless romantics we are - for amongst the wreckage we create, love and hope sprawl defiantly, clinging shrewdly to the sinews of humanity. Shaking a fist at the blackened skies, refusing to kneel. 

The world, then, is a myriad realms of paradox—a malevolent, yet bewitching labyrinth. Perhaps, a cosmic stand-up gig of sorts, garnished with cherries of absurdity—a menacing mockery bathed in hilarity’s cruel light, kindred spirits swaying in pandemonium’s waltz.

An existence perched restlessly between Lucifer's lunacy and God's guffaw, between the birth-cry of innocence and the death-rattle of hope—and somewhere in this absurd spectrum of madness, we find ourselves. Still clinging, still fighting, still loving. When it comes to life, perhaps that's the punch line—a risible ride on the carousel of catastrophe. ]),


RAVE
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|̱͈̲͇̞͆ͪͨ̎ͪ̍͘̚ͅ|̱͓͖͂ͣͫ̚̚͡ͅ|͓̮͉̬̱͖̈̈̌ͮ̊͗͂̚|̵̵̛̖ͬ͂͌̏͒̈̏̆͊͘|͈͟|̡̥͎͍̪̳͚̪̼̌̐͊̾͜͝|̵̴͔̺͚͎̱̌ͬ̌̈͆̓̋͢|͈̖͕̰̗̅̇ͫͧ̔̅͟͡͠|̵̗̦ͧ͝|̧͙̻̆ͤ̓̎ͨ̚|̷̘͛͡|̵̦͋ͩ̄̿̃ͤ͗́ͅͅ|̭̞̣͈ͭ|͔̤̗ͥ̋͟

|̺̝͍̆ͥ|͆|̡͖||̠͓̠̝͂̓͠|̥̟|̫̬|̴|̛̗̟̎̈͠|̶̙̮̳͝|͚ͫ̒ͦ͞||̵̃̄ͫͫͤ||_̴͔̳̄̀͌|͉͇̀͑͘|̬̣̓̅̈̎̓|̻̫̳

Future Noise

moreover ima head out

shoutout @itsup2you for helping me out on this track

S3 E12 epilogue

my inspiraiton for thjis track: ctrlaltdelme, catatkmart

Hold up guys im playing candy crush wait give me as econd hold on

meta - S2 E9+ and it all comes back to . . ? (coolboy97 remix)

gill

PANOPTICUM is a sharp, rebellious track that stares straight into the eyes of modern life.
Surveillance, distraction, digital numbness – this song doesn’t lecture, it observes.
With fast-paced lyrics and a cinematic pulse, Panopticum paints a world that feels too familiar to ignore.
It’s not about noise – it’s about clarity.
No clichés. No escape. Just a quiet fire burning underneath.
This is not just a song – it’s a mirror.


PANOPTICUM ist ein messerscharfer, rebellischer Track, der der Gegenwart direkt ins Gesicht blickt.
Überwachung, Reizüberflutung, digitale Taubheit – dieser Song erhebt nicht die Stimme, er sieht genau hin.
Mit treibenden Zeilen und filmischer Atmosphäre zeichnet Panopticum ein Bild der Welt, das zu vertraut ist, um wegzuschauen.
Keine Floskeln. Kein Entkommen. Nur ein leises Feuer, das unter der Oberfläche brennt.
Das ist nicht einfach ein Song – das ist ein Spiegel.

Panopticum

>> ib @ryokmbk @xaev @psyqui
made in a week
Fmin+30c || 148bpm

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Ok backstory this was meant to be for an alt account but the snippet blew up and i wanted to bounce off that

besides that i ended up tryharding. like a lot and whatever but im super super proud of this!! also thinking about it this is a super glorified remix of https://soundcloud.com/realinaaa/s1-e1-dear-diary lmfao

the title comes from that disney movie g-force because we started watching the movie when i was debating coming up with a name LMFAO but its kinda fire isnt it

this is also the quietest song i've made in a while lolll it peaks at around -2 lufs

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CLUSTERSTORM

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he/they | 16
hyperflip + edm producer

yall heard of guitarhero

ily all <33

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formerly: deerman

okay yeah that cropped furry corn thing (with SuperiorFox's oc) I did for an aesthetic was fucked up but it is true, i only did it to be funny

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