Joy Boy
Under a forest moon he wakes, a teardrop falling, then a dream switched off. 
Sadness hums, but the ship lifts—a galactic trip toward mutual horizons.
He rides the coaster of novas and streets, leaves Brixton with a fortunate sun in his pocket, collects a thousand truths as shadows dance, steps beyond the mind, opens hearts.
A heartbeat steadies the launch—missile thoughts disarmed at the end of the line. 
Alma remembers; he keeps dreaming, airports blur, but the journey starts.
Inside clouds he learns the way, returns in moments, feels the world by touch.
Lying clouds part—Ariane ignites—an anchor point holds through desert winds.
White sails catch breath itself.
Joy Boy smiles, and the sky exhales.

Joy Boy

Sonic architect & time-bender from Montreal
I craft soundscapes for seekers, syncing every beat with lunar breath.
Each set is a portal — built on cosmic geometry, deep emotion & underground pulse.
🌑 New moon drops / 🌈 rainbow-coded harmonics / 💿 audio rituals for awakening.
Follow the sequence. Feel the math.
The mirror knows your name.

Joy Boy

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