wrought from the depths of my basement and bedroom. the cover is my friend being sick and skateboarding down Scott Blvd.

catching leaves

sleeping under snow

im always nauseous

I walk without trepadation, through the thorns
I know from where I stand, the horizon is only but a vague mirage 
A sea of red and green, rotting in the heat, stinking up the atmosphere
I sea streams of red, strawberry red running through the dirt to some unknown pool
Insects, vermin and creatures alike stick valiant to the brush as if uncaring of their inevitable predicament 
My feet have gone red, scarlett in the mud 
My body feels the wind as I dash through the color of it all
There is no feeling but that of insatiable bliss 
I do not feel my feet hitting the dirt 
I fly like a bird, as if only that is still clear in my mind 
The pink sun smiles down upon me, proud and understanding 
The thorns, ripping at my heels drawing blood from my bones
Streaming in with the strawberry veins, running on the ground 
With joyous exaltation I lift my arms to tke sky, in my frenzied rampage 
I feel everything go through my body 
As the grass and roots gain height, the harder I push deeper into their heart 
The streams are thicker now, the fruit more plump, the dirt more soft
I push through the edge of this endless confusion, through massive trunks of strawberry plants 
And I come to the edge of the crimson puddle
Bleeding into it, i feel my feet sink into the mud 
It flows into me, into my bloodstream 
I look around at my sibling vegetation 
And I feel myself become one with it all
I see their faces now, all smiling 
I have joined this field, this endless field, forever
Dying with ecstasy, satisfaction, wholeness, acceptance and family 
I hold hands as we rot under the sun 
In the field of dying strawberries

Strawberry Shortcake

They're There

pleasebury me doughboy

debbies doing downers

buzzed 4 light years

wed jun 28 3:33PM

hot air balloon

your footprints in the snow
your hands were in my hair
this town is full of ghosts 
I see them everywhere 

the weathers giving up
the clouds fell from the sky 
the dear can’t find the roads 
so they have nowhere to die 

the trees are glowing bright 
they’re telling me it’s fire 
the siren sings at night 
you can hear it getting tired
 
the stars are falling down 
and becoming fireflies 
I’ll trap them in a jar 
so they suffocate and die

and the moon became as blood (demo)

wrote this while stoned at like 3am. art by me

hurry! we’re running out of pinecones

I don’t want 
to live my life 
in fields of flying trash 
nonetheless
it’s all I’ve spent 
burning plastic mask
bouquet of waste
clog my throat 
vomit into mouth below 
rotting dear
laid to rest 
on the side of the road 
I hate this world 
It is dead 
I hate the world because 
I am dead (x50)

raccoon song

Miseria’s lament

these are a collection of demos I recorded on my phone on Garageband from the past year. the songs are meant to be listened to while driving alone at night through the streets of Columbia Missouri. i played all the instruments, i wrote all the parts. i hope you'll enjoy these songs as much as i do :)


inspired by: Elliot Smith, Sam Rays projects Teen Suicide, Julia Brown, and Starry Cat, Andrew Schenumen and his band worst party ever, Mage Tears, Kitchen, YAAMC, Fog Lake, salvia palth, Alex G, pill friends and daniel Johnston.
credits

Zachary Gaines's Album

meet me in the oubliette

the duke of flies

piles of dead sheep

and the moon became as blood

Hurry! We’re Running Out Of Pinecones

my little soldier

tell me i know

into thin air

me and my abacus

again, again, quick goodbye

intro track

Homemade piano/guitar ballad made in a cold basement

imlost.com

Drunken Master II

Carousel

all tracks recorded by me, in my shitty basement with my shitty little microphones and my heavy metal guitars

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