so dark, so cool, so different, so unique...

Haunting - really great arrangement and feel! Top notch!

😎🀄✍️🔨 whitebuoy 35@twitter🐷🐖🐖🐖🦏is tempted to report a cereal killer to Maria Muldaur or the FBI dude

A song about poverty.
Capitalism cannot exist without homelessness and poverty its the balance. if you have super rich you must have super poor. Such is the world!

Living In This Town

1: SlowmeDown: 
Are my feelings valid? Shall i trust the muscle in my skull to keep my soul safe? Shall i be led by desire? Should i give in, or should i hold on? He who puppeteer's my flesh and bones, who am i? Where do i reside? How may i feel okay? 
May i be free?

2: FearMonger: 
static in my head tells me to resist. i'm falling while standing still. pain is ever-moving, and ever-changing. I do not know where my destination lies, if i'm destined for death where must i go to get there?
how may i be free?

3: DownwardSpiral: 
the pulses and gurgles my flesh capsule produce only strike as a reminder of who i am, and what im stuck in. like a wired machine my ego fades between sight sound touch and smell as each one crams into the remaining space in my soul. no more. please, no more.
let me be free.

4: HangedMan: 
How many more parts of myself must i lose to feel okay again? flesh falls off of bone, my emergent personalities seem to collide into one being like many stars becoming a single planet. is this who i am? am i who i want to be? do i have control of this mass of flesh and bone? am i the flesh and bone itself?
am i free?

5: SoBright: 
i cant stop thinking. i will only stop in death. will who i am, or the person i want to be in the shoes of, die before this ever-beating heart in my chest? i felt it easier to answer the question myself by ending the flesh for good on my own terms. so i wouldn't have to see an answer. honestly im afraid. afraid to be free, afraid of mortality. afraid of living, to the point that death feels like a justifiable release to that tension. but i have to keep going. i have a brother that's getting married soon, my mom is coming back in state i need to be there for her when shes back. i have friends I've known long enough to consider family. i have myself, who would look at the all the depression, all that pain created by your own thoughts, and tell you its okay to love yourself. and its okay to move on. 
its okay to be free.

the human engine

i tried to stay on topic this time. what was the question again?

banana fist

YouTube video link: https://youtu.be/Gm96bh0OhOE
Here is the result of my pent up frustrations over, what I truly believe, a wildly inflated pandemic...The global economic suicide that has taken place on an unprecedented scale will only succeed in creating new opportunities for opportunistic greed, and an even more complex, less free life for all of humanity. Tell me your life hasn't already changed~ 

Oh to be a spider
To sit down beside her
Right now
And take in those curves and waves
Lucky you with eight legs
Right now
Getting through the isolation
Darkness
Dark confusion
Somehow without any loneliness
Right now
In this exercise of fear
I hold dear
I move in and out of fear
Right now
In panic
Right now
The rage and denial
Right now
That they're doing this to humanity
All the world's on trial
Right now
Cut it all out
Remove the subtle
Right now
Replace non-sensory overload
Castigated through no fault of our own
The magnolia trees bloom white
Right now
Still
Except deep inside
A blood red rose
The center hides the truth
Right now
Behind this unfurling petaloid awakening
Pulse the limits of recompense
Towards the reign of infinity
The end of the blindness.....
The collapse of the white blossom
It will lead to a perfect cone
Lopped off
Right now
The twisted will regather
And see again
Right now
And some of the uncertainty has consumed us
Right now
I already feel freak enough
Let alone when I walk down the street
On the sidewalk
People run to the other side
Touch-less fucking society
Right now
Black fruit
My soundtrack
For this stinking fucking life
No, it's not yours
Bug off
Right now
Petaloid awakening
(p)(c)2020 Michael S. Cichon. All rights reserved

Ode To A Spider (Right Now)

Dance Dance Dance, indie dance floor filler

Fight the feeling

Step up, Step in

Maybe you'll just be bored with it, maybe it's just margarine.

YOUTUBE LYRIC VIDEO - https://youtu.be/o9FAmPjQKgc

Margarine

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Whatever’s clever

KWIATY TYKWY

First single of Slim Loris EP "When Life Interferes" due to be released on November 13th 2020.

When Life Interferes

Dance Of The Butterflies

After a massive creative block i finally managed to force something out. Not my best track but hey on days like this, in times like these.

Apathy Session

THE QUIET ONE IS DEAD Musician - Drums/percussion, vox and synths. Aesthete...in all people, places and things. I am always in need of creating. The Quiet One is a solo project, by Michael S. Cichon; all songs written in 2015 through 2020. All songs(p)(c) Michael S. Cichon aka The Quiet One. All Rights Reserved.  THE QUIET ONE IS DEAD

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