Ohhh I've missed these! My psychedelic heart calls for em. They still tell a story, it helps being pretty high for it.
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Portal Pulse Ceremony
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Liora didn’t remember falling asleep beneath the abandoned viaduct; she only remembered the faint lavender shimmer that pressed against her eyelids like someone nudging a door from the other side. She awoke atop a pale slab of concrete that suddenly felt warm and breathing, as if a pulse beat beneath its surface.
A hairline fissure ran along the concrete’s edge, glowing soft and orange, and the glow spread outward in branching webs. The air thickened with the scent of crushed juniper. A hush—too deliberate to be silence—gathered around her.

Without quite knowing why, Liora placed her palm on the fissure. The warmth became a current, humming through her veins. The crack widened and swallowed her hand, her arm, and then her entire body. She slipped through the concrete as if it were vapor, emerging in another place entirely.

I. A Sky of Roots
She stood on an upside-down plain—above her stretched a tangle of colossal roots instead of clouds, dangling tendrils tipped with luminous spores that drifted upward and vanished. Beyond them, hidden by phosphorescence, pulsed a sun the color of serotonin in chemical diagrams, crescent-shaped and curiously hollow, as though a bite had been taken from its light.

The ground was a glossy obsidian mirror. Every step sent ripples of violet into the distance, echoing along an endless surface. She caught her reflection: eyes dilated wider than normal, skin faintly silver, as though the voyage had scrubbed away something ordinary.

II. Crystal Moth Crossing
The obsidian sea fractured into prisms at her feet, and from the fracture soared creatures—moths made of quartz, wings refracting the hollow sun. Their antennae curved like tuning forks, plucking silent harmonics from space itself. Without speaking, they invited her to climb onto one of their backs. She obeyed. Claws clicked delicately around her shoulders like corset stays.

The moth rose. Flight was a vibration more than a motion, a steady ascending tremor. Below, the obsidian rippled into a mosaic of jagged colors, each shard reflecting some forgotten memory: her childhood bicycle gliding over summer asphalt; a friend’s half-finished laugh; a heartbreak sealed in a jar of midnight. The shards tumbled away, replaced by unknown frames—faces she’d never seen, landscapes too improbable to have been real.

She realized the moth was culling old serotonin echoes and feeding them into its wings, transmuting emotion into propulsion.

Portal Pulse Ceremony

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Serotonin Eclipse Drive
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Liora didn’t remember falling asleep beneath the abandoned viaduct; she only remembered the faint lavender shimmer that pressed against her eyelids like someone nudging a door from the other side. She awoke atop a pale slab of concrete that suddenly felt warm and breathing, as if a pulse beat beneath its surface.
A hairline fissure ran along the concrete’s edge, glowing soft and orange, and the glow spread outward in branching webs. The air thickened with the scent of crushed juniper. A hush—too deliberate to be silence—gathered around her.

Without quite knowing why, Liora placed her palm on the fissure. The warmth became a current, humming through her veins. The crack widened and swallowed her hand, her arm, and then her entire body. She slipped through the concrete as if it were vapor, emerging in another place entirely.

I. A Sky of Roots
She stood on an upside-down plain—above her stretched a tangle of colossal roots instead of clouds, dangling tendrils tipped with luminous spores that drifted upward and vanished. Beyond them, hidden by phosphorescence, pulsed a sun the color of serotonin in chemical diagrams, crescent-shaped and curiously hollow, as though a bite had been taken from its light.

The ground was a glossy obsidian mirror. Every step sent ripples of violet into the distance, echoing along an endless surface. She caught her reflection: eyes dilated wider than normal, skin faintly silver, as though the voyage had scrubbed away something ordinary.

II. Crystal Moth Crossing
The obsidian sea fractured into prisms at her feet, and from the fracture soared creatures—moths made of quartz, wings refracting the hollow sun. Their antennae curved like tuning forks, plucking silent harmonics from space itself. Without speaking, they invited her to climb onto one of their backs. She obeyed. Claws clicked delicately around her shoulders like corset stays.

The moth rose. Flight was a vibration more than a motion, a steady ascending tremor. Below, the obsidian rippled into a mosaic of jagged colors, each shard reflecting some forgotten memory: her childhood bicycle gliding over summer asphalt; a friend’s half-finished laugh; a heartbreak sealed in a jar of midnight. The shards tumbled away, replaced by unknown frames—faces she’d never seen, landscapes too improbable to have been real.

She realized the moth was culling old serotonin echoes and feeding them into its wings, transmuting emotion into propulsion.

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Serotonin Eclipse Drive

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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

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