A friend and I started a band. It's fucking official. Songs in progress.
There's odd sampling, 8 bits, circuit bending, high bpm, and lots of other treats.
Instruments used are the "Beat Blaster©" and "Awesometron©."
Hardstyle chip-tune glitch trance noise?

Whatever... it's cool.

In approximately one week I've acquired about fifty new albums, a lifetime record for bank of new goods to just sit on and explore one by one. It's always been one of the happiest feelings for me; new music, just waiting for a listen. It doesn't even matter if it doesn't turn out to be that good, which with this batch will undoubtedly happen from ( Read more... )

In ritual we took an hour, collected the smoothest stones by the river side, and dreamed aloud the trials and joys of what laid ahead, teasing our fingertips as the world spun just barely on their surfaces. Black ribbons and the clatter of big cities, towers of light and nectars so pure they blistered the throat on the way down. A smoke filled ( Read more... )

Blue walls through the haze, as sardonic in their representation as to my memory. Unrequited; contrary for a moment, thorough thereafter. The slow circling of a painted dragon, hours leaking together, and now how it seems so poignant. Night to day, skin to skin, and the sweet eclipse of textures melding into a failure of fruition. Meditation ( Read more... )

Soothsaying for recreation to make you appear, practical and fragile in fabricated faith. Pages and pages to focus, music to traverse. Just another something for tonight now, just a little twinkle in the sky ( Read more... )

Friday night we laid in your room listening to records waiting to feel our consciousness expand. The paint on the walls peeled around us as records spun, reeling in strips of cream and grey. I watched you without blinking for hours, every meticulous reflex of the muscles in your body shifting and stirring. We heard waves crash outside the ( Read more... )

You are not to worship false idols, but what have you been dying for? Your constructs are only constraints, your longing that chains you, shackled by your own two hands. And now the breath to struggle has escaped you, exasperated and emaciated ( Read more... )

Maybe it's a matter of trust, and just who can you trust nowadays? 1 is the number that comes to mind right away, and with that I feel grateful I have that much. There are some with none, and there are plenty with people that allude themselves to thinking they have more, but I fear most have hardly any. And just why is that? Well the answer is ( Read more... )

"I had seven faces
Thought I knew which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care"Take me to your bed and let's learn how to live without these chemicals anymore. Teach me what's worth while anymore in a place where They make reality harsh, make it sting like an infection. Maybe there's a heart behind ( Read more... )

The rain has been having an affair with the night for days now, slipping in, leaving fast, with only a faint scent lingering once the sun rises. It's funny how rainy weather can ruin a day, but make a night even more calming ( Read more... )