And again.... will be time to garden. Renew me one more time before I'm gone.
This machine, adorned as a faux hot rod, set aside - in front of our first 
business, a repair shop posting jobs to include almost everything possible, or not. We had a lot to learn.

So End This Winter - DITTO

An early piece, self produced early on while also recording, playing with  and supporting many bands in Seattle. He died October 2nd, 2019 at age 45.

Is What You Need

Another early piece, self produced early on while also recording, playing with  and supporting many bands in Seattle. He died October 2nd, 2019 at age 45.

And I Think I See The Girl

* The once thriving mechanical works have been long lost to overgrowth.

* You are filled with the power of poor work-life management.

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Plays when entering the Great Biome, a once great technological haven now lost to mother nature. 
Track by syvat00x
Thumbnail Art by Redybear

♪ Blossoming Bionics

The drill sergeant suddenly began sailing stainless steel food trays overhead, hitting the storage bins on shelves, crashing down all around because some guys were not performing at all in the kitchen. I was pots and pans and avoided getting hit. I just kept my head down, working madly but with a smirk on my face. I was one of the older draftees during the Vietnam era, 1968.
And then....
I'll keep going even though the monetizing doesn't work for me, that is, 
I don't want to monetize
I don't want to monetize
I don't want to monetize
I don't want to monetize
I don't want to monetize
and so forth.

Pots And Pans

Meet " Pup-C Paws, " my idea for an Ice-E based Secret Boss, Her LW Variant is a rejected Ice-E's snowglobe.

[ Song Composed by @redmatazz and Cover Art by @user-510086015 ]

Igloo

https://gofund.me/03963a5c she's homeless rn and really doesn't deserve to be in the situation she's in right now. please help her out if you can!!!!!

xnq made the music too

xnq needs money (read description)

No Comment, well, rather.... 
PLEASE, when you "think" about it. 
Read, and read on; the mass psychosis was inevitable. We, after all are just
visitors. Likely, we'll either move on or vanish. The planet doesn't care. It 
won't make a difference after all. We've only been here for a minute comparing
Universe time. And we still war! JESUS! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HAH~~~gO FIgUrE!! #@!#**#

Long-Longer, You're Late!

You would not believe how long I've wanted to get this published. 

[ Song Composed by @redmatazz and Cover Art by @bluemoth698 ]

Frostbitten Frenzy

I, on my way, tripped over Yesterday. 
Again, it was awkwardly there in my way. And...

...you'll keep throwing it back 
using your lack, non creative up gummed 
with a fantasy sum of what's willfully dumb. It's
easier, and soft selling that way, willful ignorant
ears to play.

You think you're in control but experience can't be 
purchased - the lack - the slack
of a creativity hack. It's unreal, losing appeal.
 
It evades what might have been yours, in shares, 
had you left yourself less open to rife, 
saw in the raw with an eye to what's life.

Put simply, money corrupts like acid spilled akin.
And we, the core, take it on the chin.

But, that's what you have, what's left, bereft, your 
money can't buy, always hanging on a lie.
Finally, what's to be expected as time is collected?

There's always non insidious gradual Karma, you know.

So, it's time to say "Goodbye", "So Long", "It's Been Good 
To Know You". And please don't let all your alternative 
truth hit you in the ass on the way out. It could be harmful. 

And lastly, the-pendulum-will-swing, and bring silence of
that kind because, after all, the people can actually see
for themselves, and the children will be free to learn, 
again, to make a future where lying runs slim. 

And the most interesting fact of all, played out repeating
again and again, is history teaching us respect for what's
important, in the past a war seemed inordinate, and yet it
brought us together in love's better tether until it
subsided, freedom derided, slipping down a slippery slope
and removing the common person's hope. Lest we swallow that
dope, never more.

DISRUPTION, TRIPPING OVER YESTERDAY

PLEASE WEAR YOUR HEAD BONE PHONES, I'm 
always slightly off-beat and no sound engineer.
Some of the time the titles don't make much sense.  
I'm mostly otherwise too lazy to also write about it. And, 
actually, I am a writer.
Go figure.

DISRUPTION, TRIPPING OVER YESTERDAY

MilesGoneByYet2Come