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Intro song from ‘Wicked’. Also one of my earliest songs.

Wicked

Shifting Planes Alt Drum + Organ

Paint It Black (blackened breakcore/post black metal cover)

GRIMACE SHAKE Z OHIO

A gory gag-fest, our existence is definitely the greatest joke that's ever been cracked. Why, you ask? Ever seen a flamingo try to have a serious conversation? Watch a cat chase its own tail? Humanity, my dear friends, shares the same comedic rhythm.

In the cosmic circus we perform in, laughter is the high-wire act and sorrow is the terrifying clown with balloon animals. We stumble, fall, and belly-flop into pools of our own absurdities - yet each whiplashing wave draws a chuckle, a howl, a guffaw. Lo and behold, the beautiful hodgepodge of existence.

Laugh at a funeral? Humanity uncorks the champagne. Tear at a wedding? Pass the tissues. Who weeps when the flower wilts and who giggles when the bud blossoms? Now, isn't that the chucklesome-ness of life?

A newborn cries and the world rejoices while the old man smiles with his last breath and everyone mourns. Talk about timing, eh?

Don’t you see the cryptic text in the manifesto of madness we’re a part of? The universal jest in the perceived chaos around us is the kind of humour unfathomable. It’s a breed of comedy where the punchline is not waiting at the end, it’s stumbled upon haphazardly, eventually enrolled into the very unraveling of the storyline.

Murder and maladies, chaos and calamity, each molecule vibrating with the silent, smirking snicker of fate. The mum? She just walks nonplussed through this bedlamic bazaar, cradling her blob of paradoxical probability, her bundle of joyous jinx. 

She dashes unwittingly through falling scaffolds that straighten right behind her, sidesteps banana peels that reappear once she passes. In a universe that thrives on 'cosmic slapstick' - amidst this relentless ticking of the joke clock - she discovers not disaster, but possibility. 

A cruel jest played on the strings of existence. Perhaps we were born crying not because of the sudden cold or blinding light - but because deep down, we knew we'd just joined the largest and most elaborate stand-up event in the cosmic calendar. The hearty jest of the cosmos…

Squint at the chaos and you’ll glimpse the punch line flickering just behind the horizon of tomorrow, splaying into the entropic mirth doused in somber hues, the incessant ebb and flow of the tides painted in cosmic comedy. All just shadow puppets frolicking in the grand theatre of The Great Giggle in the Endless Sky. 

And there lies the grand joke - not in the fracture, but in the healing; not in the destruction, but in the resilience; not in the chaos, but in the rhythm that lies beneath. Because darling, the best ointments indeed have the bitterest of tastes, the sweetest nectar is undoubtedly brewed in the most venomous of bellies. It's life's grand rodomontade of riotous jest, shrouded within life's serious hoodwink—a spectacle alluring as a sugar-coated jest.

RAVE
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