we chillin

 we vibin

BODIES LAY DORMANT NO LIFE

NOTHING TO SEE WHERE THE SLEEPING SOUL LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE

im not in love

But I'm💥not💥in 💥love

What does it take to 💥fall 💥in💥love

Do people really 💥fall💥in💥love

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

WHUP

LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOO

 

0:53 is like LETS GOOOOOO WEEEEE ITS SO FUNNNNNNN

Mellowdrone - Where Ever You Might Go

Three a day, I'll take my role in life as a middle
Growing by the hour, my son
Four a day (four a day) rays of light catch dust as it settles
This puts us in awe

Where ever you may go
Might fall through the Earth
I'll make sure you're not disturbed
You need your rest

So high
Where ever you may go

Nowadays the pain in my shoe is a pebble
But I move along
What's to say
Your mood won't drop us into the ocean
This puts us in awe

Uh oh what just happened here
All the money's gone and disappeared
Never never never will this happen again
But my mind is too hard to mend

Where ever you may go
Might fall through the Earth
I'll make sure you're not disturbed
You need your rest
So high
Where ever you may go

So high

memory unlocked

 

you will not fucking believe this oh my god i remembered this game then i looked up the soundtrack. then i found it and i listened to the song and saw the level and i was like holy fuck!! HAHAHAHA I REMEMBER THIS

i had this game when i was a kid. my mom put a bunch of games onto cds and i had this shit as sfucking ancient computer that played this and i would make my own puzzles where it was just a machinima. i put enemies and npcs in it that would have dialogue and i had to stop this big evil dude from being really evil and it was such a fucking delight hearing this and unlocking that core memory of rping in some vg when you were a kid lmao

The Way Back Home

The way back home was dark and unknown
She walked it alone
In search of who she was
For many years she lived with the earth
And like the things in the dirt
She hid herself from the light, because

She didn't want to heed the call
Coming from beyond her walls

An innocent child when the nightmare began
Of ambulant skulls carving paths in the land
With the memories of her past locked away
She quietly carried her legacy, until one day

She heard it far beyond her walls
A melody that she could recall

Wanderer, your story burned slowly
But you aren't the only one
Warrior, azure is the memory
Endlessly searching
To find your way back home

With crown of bone and cape burning red
And goodbyes left unsaid, she left it all behind
The friendships made decayed one by one
And as she presumed, they plagued her restless mind
But in time

She was searching for the call
Now she's following the call

Wanderer your story burned slowly
But you aren't the only one
Warrior azure is the memory
They never stopped calling
To guide your way back home

Nostalgic Music

I remember this song. It has a warm nostalgia to it. Maybe not for a lot of memories, but of one colorful feel. Of being a bit more reckless. Of still finding who I was. It still brings some happiness at least in the respect of what it feels like to "be a kid". At what point did I grow up, to say I no longer was a kid? I look forward to reliving that feeling again. Even for a moment the burdens of adulthood go away. Of letting colors and smiles and freedom and carefree sensations embrace me fully.

Many of the songs of that era could take its place. Despite all that could happen, they are solidified and written in stone from what feelings were kept from what they brought me. A creative and bouncy imagination running rampant. While the world around me was oblivious and occupied in running its course, I could escape to my own delightful world.

It brings me a bittersweet feel now to look back on who I was in the past. Though I am wiser and seasoned now, I had lost that sense of awe I used to carry. So many new experiences. So much to explore to shape who I could be. What I could do. What I wanted to do. In this present day, I hurt and suffer, but I am comforted by what worlds I could create in my own mind.

Escape from reality. Live in a daydream more. Let every day bring you something new without worry about the next day. Feel yourself smile when the sound comes to you. I'll have it again, eventually. 

I'll Keep Trying

    

This song reminds me of being free. Of being happy. There's such a bittersweet melancholy of a kind of sad-happy here. All I can do is wait. Just survive, and wait. Patience is the most difficult thing to try affording when instead I want to end this pain now and finally smile and be with the love of my life.

    I'm more sure now. I do not want orders anywhere. I want to settle down in one place long term. Have a place to call home, with my love to share it with me.

    I cannot do this much longer. I'd say different if I had not already went to college, or had a different career field. But I am marketable. I have options. I have resources. I have power. And it is about time I get to decide what I want without limitations.

    Live a life a bit unhinged. Dress funny. Not a care in the world. Weed. Being my own person, not contractually obliged. Get selfish. Make things about me. Quitting when I want to. Saying no. Less sacrifices. To care about not about saying "I am living" but saying "I feel alive." To have my dreams realized. The luxuries and comforts of a proper home, a family, being my own person, in a place where the sun is literally always shining. 

    When I reach out with my hand, it is empty... Will you hold it?

SAVANT IS LIKE

https://open.spotify.com/track/1XCQDidynocCM79oIRhHPL?si=Rybkw8-GSsG6EErE5YQMuw

TRACY JAAAACKS

 TRACY JACKS

works in civil service

TRACY JACKS

its steady employment

TRACY JACKS

is a golfing fanatic

Barber Beats!

 

If there's something I can appreciate a lot about the genre of barber beats is that it is great study and work music. I can do stuff with my bike. Do chores. Typing out stuff at work. Studying. It's great background music, a soundtrack that fits for any kind of low-level activity.

Femboy Music!!

 

It's my gay happy music!! 

Cleaning be like

Do you ever have the Sunday cleaning mood going, then you clean your whole house and afterwards it feels really nice and it feels like this

Crackwhore Explosion

 This is my fictional punk shoegaze band. There are three albums...

(Biography and images by ChatGPT, biography edited by me)

Crackwhore Explosion, a punk shoegaze outfit hailing from the industrial heart of Waterbury, Connecticut, burst onto the scene in 1991, leaving an indelible mark on the local underground circuit. Comprising founding members Dakota "Heyman" Scott (vocals/guitar) and Casey Lee Wray (bass), the duo laid the foundation for a sound that would resonate through the genre's echelons.

Inspired by the emerging shoegaze movement and the rebellious ethos of punk, Crackwhore Explosion quickly expanded to include drummer Clark "Milkshake" Kincaid and guitarist Aubrey Williams. The quartet's chemistry was electric, forging a sonic identity that melded distortion-soaked guitars with frantic atmospheres and comedic, if not outrageous, lyrics. After assembling the 4-piece band, Heyman was said to have called the group "some people with a little taste for irony."

Throughout the '90s, Crackwhore Explosion became synonymous with the raw energy of Connecticut's underground music scene. Despite their small size, the band's DIY approach and penchant for pushing sonic boundaries garnered them a dedicated local following. Their live performances were frenetic, with Heyman's intense vocals, Wray's pulsating bass lines, Milkshake's thunderous drumming, and Williams' immersive guitar textures creating a sonic landscape that captivated audiences.

In 1992, Crackwhore Explosion released their debut EP, "Dog Biscuit," a brief yet impactful glimpse into their unusual sonic world. Tracks like "Raised by Hippies" and "Drivememad" showcased their ability to balance aggression with ethereal textures, setting them apart in the burgeoning shoegaze punk scene.

The band faced the challenges inherent in maintaining an independent presence in the music industry, but their commitment to authenticity and artistic integrity prevailed. Over the years, Crackwhore Explosion continued to refine their sound, releasing albums such as "Connecticut Sex Cult" (1994) and "Super Evil, Wicked, & Unusual" (2000), each demonstrating their evolution within the punk paradigm.

By the mid-2000s, Crackwhore Explosion had become a symbol of resilience and innovation within the Connecticut music scene. The band, having left an indelible mark on local audiences, decided to part ways in 2006. Their legacy lives on in the hearts of fans and the echoes of their sonic experiments, a testament to a small but influential chapter in the history of shoegaze in Waterbury, Connecticut.

Stephen malkmus be lkke

you've been chosen as an extra

in the 

mo-vie AD-AP-TA-TION 

OF

THE 

SE-QUEL TO YOUR LIFE

 

god oml this thing got me in party mode

It's actually a banger