Creamy waves rising 
Soft potato shiver blooming through the dark

Butter sighs slipping slow beneath the heat
Silk on silk brushing close against the beat
Tender at first, then the pressure bites
Golden pulse cracking open through the nights

Mashed potato whiplash
Honey-soft touch 
Calm turns to claws
Purée power blooming wild
In the flashing light
Mashed potato whiplash

Golden flecks glitter in the synth-drenched air
Forks collide gently, then the fever flares
The smooth grows sharper, the sweetness turns bold

Mashed potato whiplash

Warm desire trembles, rising uncontrolled
Here comes the whiplash, velvet breaking wide
We let the purée strike and pull us into stride

Mashed potato whiplash
Honey-soft touch 
Calm turns to claws
Purée power blooming wild
In the flashing light
Mashed potato whiplash

Mashed 
Potato 
Whiplash
Honey
Soft 
Touch

Mashed potato whiplash
Honey-soft touch 
Calm turns to claws
Purée power blooming wild
In the flashing light
Mashed potato whiplash

Mashed Potato Whiplash

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Mashed Potato Whiplash

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