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THE PERSISTENCE OF MEMORY

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The Future

Techno Dynamite

Hard techno warehouse visual—industrial drive, acid sparks, peak‑time pressure.
Warehouse rave energy meets sci‑fi worlds—hard techno visual on max drive.
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Starwell of the Null Garden
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The field was a sheet of cooled night—black glass stretched to every horizon, unmarked, unscarred, holding a silence that felt designed. Nothing moved. Even the wind kept its thoughts to itself. Above, a single white disk hung in a sky the color of an unblinking eye. It wasn’t a sun in any faithful sense; it didn’t warm, it didn’t arc, it didn’t dim. It merely existed in a way that implied observation.

The traveler arrived with boots that did not echo. They paused to test the place with a breath. Air, metallic and clean, entered and left their lungs as if passing through a narrow instrument. Their coat carried a seam of cyan light along the hem, a habit taken from other worlds where shadows kept score; here, the light cut no more than a suggestion along the glass.

A tremor rose beneath their feet—steady, unhurried, identical from one pulse to the next. The black field flexed like the surface of a held note, then cracked along a hexagon so precise it might have been measured by a patience older than mathematics. Light bled upward through the seam, saturating the hexagon, then the one beside it, then the next, until a column of hexagonal plates rose into the air with the diligence of a plant uncoiling.

It was an elevator without walls, a starwell, and the steps it offered were simple: up.

The traveler set a foot on the first light-plate. The plate accepted the weight, glowed a shade deeper, and ascended. Another plate took its place beneath, then another. The starwell climbed, carrying its passenger into a shaft of perfectly still air where dust never existed and sound had to invent itself. Each hexagon expanded and contracted as if breathing; the traveler matched that rhythm without knowing when the decision had been made.

As they rose, the glass field below revealed patterns like frost. Threads of quartz traced sigils that widened into channels and closed again, searching for a memory of water. Halfway through the ascent, the white disk overhead winked—one crisp shutter of absence—and returned to watching. The starwell reached a height where the horizon curved, then stopped as if listening.

The traveler stepped off. The platform had delivered them to a hovering terrace cut from nothing: a balcony of air with a thin rail of light to keep the idea of falling honest. Far below, the glass field was no longer empty. Pale filaments were pushing through it, quivering as they tested the world. In seconds the filaments thickened into latticed columns—quartz spines veined with faint teal. Plates slid into existence along the columns, opening like gills. The gills pulsed and released motes that drifted upward in spirals.

Continues on the website:
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narcissist-life

MidnightTerrace



[Verse 1]
So we on this line, again...
Can barely see what I’m writing’.
We typin’ things we shouldn’t do.
I know, I know, (I know)...
It’s just that I’m missin’ you.
(and you do too,i know)
Or maybe we just in for the thrill.
Oh man, this gon’ hurt for real.

[Verse 2]
You and I—been over for a while,
No third party, no drama, nor the mile.
Just wanted to see where we wanna be,
Got a lot of lust between you and me.
Let’s not settle—let’s do things separately.

[Pre-Chorus]
But since you’re pullin’ up at my crib this time, baby (ohh-ooh),
This liquor talkin’, tellin’ me that tonight—you’re all mine, honey.

Why we still playin’ this game?
Why are we still playin’ this game? (ohhh-ohh)

[Chorus]
Drunk text, drunk sex,
Drunk me, drunk you.
(Losing myself every time.)
Drunk tears, drunk fears,
(Losing ourselves every time.)

Room spins, heart bends, we are stuck in this loop.
Morning comes, we couldn’t stop.
Drunk text, drunk sex,
Drunk me, drunk you.
This ain’t love, just lust, just us high,
But I can’t leave, don’t know why.

[Verse 3]
Ohh-ohh, your whiskey kisses still burn.
Alcohol keeps callin’, we never learn.
We fight it so hard, then let go like fools,
Caught up again in our reckless rules.

[Verse 4]
We make promises of tonight (they never last).
We ain’t good-good, but we have trust.
We’re fine until we find someone new—
That’s what we always say—I know, I know (I know).

[Pre-Chorus]
But what am I gonna do? (When I miss you?)
What are you gonna do? (When you need me too)

[Chorus]
Drunk text, drunk sex,
Drunk me, drunk you.
(Losing myself every time.)
Drunk tears, drunk fears,
(Losing ourselves every time.)

Room spins, heart bends, we are stuck in this loop.
Morning comes, we couldn’t stop.
Drunk text, drunk sex,
Drunk me, drunk you.
This ain’t love, just lust-it’s just high baby,
But we can’t leave, don’t know why.

[Bridge]
One shot, now we’re back at this again.
No end to this mess we’re in.
(Drunk calls, drunk text...)
One shot, now we’re back at it again.
No end to this mess we’re in.
(Drunk sex, drunk tears...)

[Outro]
Drunk text, drunk tears—are we just fools?
Still addicted, just breakin’ rules.
Drunk sex—this is our chain.
Why are we still playin’ this game?
Why are we still playin’ this game? (ohhh-ohh)
What am I gonna do? (When I miss you?)
What are you gonna do? (When you need me too) ohhhh-ohhh ohh




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Drunk Games (Live)

I’m feeling beat
The sense of defeat
Has been hanging around
Like a shadow
You know
That steals the light
The light of the day
That makes off with the energy
I need to simply
Make my way
And I’m paying
A price for something
That seems to remain
As if it were from some
Former day
When I didn’t know
That over the years
Might start to grow
Gathering up what’s old
Only to show up one day
Tapping me on the shoulder
Only to say
It’s pay day, dude
Come to call
It’s time I take it 
I’m here to take it all
You can pray all you want
You can try to call
But until it’s paid
Or there’s nothing
Nothing left at all
You can wait outside
You can wait in the hall
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You Can Wait

I have been remixing songs for over 20 years simply as a way to learn how to use different software. 
Songs like hate me now have been on an old hard drive for well over 20 years.
My remixes were never supposed to be shared or even heard by anyone.

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