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I lost my phone and lost the acct in the discord GC, gonna go cry -🦇

damn, well here's a link with a few uses, if anyone on here isn't already in the server join ussss

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Y'all, I just listened to the masters of the new ep and this is the best I've sounded?? You aren't prepared

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new song:)

Have you ever felt like time is passing you by?

Not in the way that people sometimes talk about it. Not slowly, unnoticeably until it's too late. Not like sand dripping down an hourglass.

But quickly! Painfully?

This is an original song titled

"GLASS"

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You're such a fucking creature, dude. It's giving isopod (This is a compliment)

Yes. Yes it is.

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Hope you guys like my music, cause I'm taking the money the last album made and I'm gonna spend it on studio time to make an honest to god record that's professionally mixed and mastered and whatnot. I hope one day I can play my songs full time tbh

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new little album thing

Ghosts in the dream machine, slaughtering the carcass of my past self for profit, lo-fi forever baby!

Demos is a project that materialized when I noticed I had 38 recorded songs that were sitting in shame and general sadness at not being useful. They were crying, begging to be heard no matter how awful they were... Despite having to take many of them out to a farm upstate so they would have room to run, this 40 minute collection of tracks survived the purge. I actually ended up liking the track listing and sequencing which is odd since they weren't made with intention to be side by side.

Coming to bandcamp soon. It's kind of funny how a demo collection is nearly indistinguishable from my regular material.

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Are you ok with having your essence impressed into paper in a primal process (can I draw you)? 👁️👁️

Absolutely, I just generally ask that people tag me in fanart

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Sucker

Here we find Daniel contemplating the interior of the cube. Fascinating.

This song has specific meaning to me, but I thought I'd draw inspiration from 90s alternative music and make it as vague as possible so the people I'm dissing have no idea. Cowardice at its finest, but I've never claimed to be particularly courageous:)

This one is really fun to play. Have fun hearing it though, because I wrote it at 5 am one night and have already forgotten the exact tuning (I think it was drop D or C) much less the actual progression of the catchy bits.

The lyrics:

Anger pumping through my veins Acid tasting, mindful fasting Thought you knew Save the bitter taste for you

Used to describe you Used to believe Used up all my love for you Usually I wouldn't mind

Abject anger reaches past my pride Screech in the isle, clean the bile Thought I knew Take me to the edge now and teach me how to lose

Used to shield only you Nothing you could do would scare Me always the sucker born Come to find that I really care

(unintelligible screeching)

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so I've been going through my folders after finishing a demo, and apparently I have a lot more of them than I thought. Like, from my entire time trying to make music. Some of these are 5 year old demos of songs that now exist in a totally different form.

Thinking of uploading some of them here and on patreon too. Most of them sound like shit, but so does my entire discography lol. Here to make your ears bleed:)

It's really interesting to see how it all evolved over time. Not even really in any sort of "progression" (except maybe vocally), more just the beginnings of ideas that got more fleshy later. On one particularly long track, there's a lengthy section with a bass drone that vibrates my eyeballs in a literal sense. It overstays its welcome and overpowers other elements where it didn't make narrative sense to, but I can't help but notice it sounds eerily similar to the bass note at the tail end of Man Behind the Curtain. I really was enamored by the idea of skull shattering bass to overpower every other element, and when it served a purpose to do so... It worked amazingly.

That's just one simple example and I doubt most people who weren't me when I was 15 would even think to check for certain lyric themes, melodies, guitar tones, or excessive bass noises... But I notice your efforts 15 y/o me. This post goes out to you

Also you may wonder why I post demos from time to time. Mainly, I get inspired hearing how things started, it teaches me that every idea needs to begin somewhere. Then seeing Alex G or Mitski get almost more attention on their older rougher material as years go by is also quite inspirational.

That was the point of this post, all hail Mitski and Alex g.

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heyyooo i found you through your video on i saw the tv glow, thought it was really wonderful and i went down an absolute rabbit hole of your videos. learned you had a tumblr and scrolling through it had me going ohh . ohhhh this guy is cool .

manifesting you a very Get More Attention on your stuff it is really neat. keep up the good work it brings me great great joy. i will be seated for whatever you make next o7

(on the side note if you ever do make a video on gravity falls like you mentioned prior just know you will have One Additional Very Enthusiastic Viewer jumping for joy beyond the screen .

Speaking of Gravity Falls, guess who just got the Book of Bill:):)

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u look like these 2 character and it scares me. also luv ur music and stuff. i enjoy ur vids too. keep making shiz

I probably am (the characters) you'd never know...

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i recently got tumblr and when you mentioned also having one in your booktok video i immediately ran here, love the youtube videos keep it up!

As if I'd ever stop.

My favorite thing to do on tumblr now is feed my ever dwindling ego with these nice little inbox asks. People asking me things? Makes me feel important.

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Keep writing or I'll fucking get you

(Please post more writing)

Also you should make a songfic with your songs, that would be such a power move

You'll get me?? Hah.

You're the one who'll be getting got if I have anything to say about it.

Heed my warning.

I am very scary...

Boo and such.

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just found your videos and i hope im not overstepping by saying you have insane tgirl swag for a cis(?) guy(?)

I think you're gonna like the next video lol

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This is one of my favorites:)

The Knife

You are so fucking tired of the potholes. Lately it’s been raining more and more and now it’s pouring down from the heavens with a vengeance, filling the pesky holes in the road and making it impossible to navigate properly. You could kill someone right now with the amount of rage you feel, but you somehow manage to hold yourself together as you barrel down the street. You make a left turn and head into the woods just outside of what used to be your home.

The city is in shambles. The world is going to heal without you, but it has changed so drastically since the return of the demons. You drive haphazardly through the trees as the truck nearly spins out of control multiple times. The radio plays some poppy 80s songs as you wonder how any stations are still active. So much doesn’t make sense, but none of it matters anymore because you’ve lost the only thing you ever actually cared about. They ruined your life. This planet was already dying, you had known for a long time and had been preparing for years. You had always considered yourself to be more cultured and intelligent than the hicks that used to live out here, but you committed fully to your bunker and prep work. What you hadn’t counted on was the weirdness of it all. The impossibility of how events had actually played out. Now your family was dead, and it was entirely your fault. The trees sway in the wind and the leaves darken the sky above you as lighting flashes become your main source of illumination. Though it was supposed to be midday, you could never take vision for granted any longer. Not after how many illusions you have fallen victim to already. You change the station and park the car. Deep in the woods you contemplate your family’s terrible fate as you pull out a pack of cigarettes. Vaping has not really been an option since the beginning of the end. The radio is now playing some pretentious hipster shit. You roll down a window and let the engine run. Some rain gets in and eats away at the mat on the floor, but you couldn’t care less. Your fingers move to your lips as you take a long slow drag, letting the ashes fall to the floor of the truck. Your mind clears and you look around at the filthy vehicle. You’ve got a large pistol lying on the seat next to you and you reach out to cradle it in your filthy hands. This is what became of you. You built a good stable life for yourself, and you were anything but content with it! The gun fits snugly into your palm, as it had just hours before when you tried to defend yourself. The reason you came out here was to go down in a fight against them, but unfortunately you see nothing but blurry trees as it keeps raining. You could have sworn they retreated into the woods, but now you find you’re questioning your own memory. That’s been happening more and more lately. Lightning flashes again. You breathe in another lungful, wishing the smoke would just choke you and be done with it.

Some idiot on the radio starts to introduce the next song. It’s called Lightning in a Bottle. You are just about to change the station, but the irony of the title stops you. It starts playing, and of course it’s some gimmicky indie folk garbage, but it gets you thinking. Your whole life you’ve been trying to make things work. Trying to control the situation despite bad circumstances or being dealt a shitty hand. Many years ago, before you lost touch with the larger world around you, mom had said something that had stayed with you your whole life. She said you were destined for greatness. She could simply feel it and there was no question about it, you were going to do something incredibly special and important with your life. You were supposed to be someone worth being. But here it feels like you have lost the only people you ever helped. No one has ever benefited from your presence in any meaningful way, and it looks like no one ever would. A single tear falls onto the steering wheel as the song continues in the background. It is followed by a river rivalling the downpour outside. You’ve been holding back for an exceptionally long time, and since your loss you have been unable to grieve. You just had to take it in stride, the same way the uncaring universe has taken everything from you for as long as you can remember. Mom died only 6 years ago. Good thing she passed while she still had faith in her dreams for you. You had taken everything from her, you stole her youth, her financial stability, and you drove her apart from your father. Despite her claims to the contrary, you had always known the truth. You blink rapidly but it does nothing to stop your cries. Your body spasms. The song starts to shift and change.

Buzzzing. A persistent and grating buzzing cuts through the sound of acid rain splattering and sizzling on the roof and hood. You attempt to compose yourself but find it impossible. They finally decided to show up. This is where they will kill you. This is where everything will fall apart for good. Their formless bodies will smother you and their mouths and hands will tear flesh from bone and atom from atom.

The world around you starts to spin, slowly at first but picking up speed. The stupid song on the radio seems to distort and the lyrics get weirdly specific. Then the wind outside calms and the spinning stops as you focus and inhale again. Toss the cigarette out the window. Watch its light go out. Feel the world slow down as you steel yourself for a fight. Hands tighten on your weapon, finger on the trigger. These are your hands. This is your last moment, your final stand. Most people aren’t given notice before they die. You’re one of the lucky few who can pinpoint the exact moment. Your perspective changes so much when you’re facing the unknown. The ultimate change. You realize they aren’t going to get you. You realize you always knew it. You realize you won’t let them have the satisfaction. You realize this is what you wanted anyway. You open the door and step out as the music fades into the background, turning robotic and alien. When will that damn song end? Was the world just an illusion? Why are you still stalling? What are you waiting for?

You look around as an incredible wave of peace washes over you. It’s difficult to believe just how calm you are as you squint at the tree line searching for signs of movement. You see nothing as you raise your hands. A flash of light blinds you and the song is finally gone, replaced by nothing. You fall to the ground, leaves and dirt scattering from your impact. Your ears are ringing. Your eyes open and you realize you are lying on your side. Blood is pouring like thoughts out from you. The gun you dropped is too far to reach now and wave after wave of pain starts to radiate from your head, buzzzing out throughout your entire body. You feel something sharp in the small of your back. Why are you still alive? What is this torture they devised for you? Why didn’t your weapon strike true, the way it had struck your only child when you thought she was one of them. Why did it now fail you and leave you unable to move or think as the world fades in and out with each halting breath you take? The pain in your back has gone numb. Not that it matters… Your bullet wound in your skull is enough to give you more screaming nerves than you had ever encountered in your life. You scream and try to get up, only to move a couple inches and fall to your back, looking up at the sky as the rain pours down. You scream again as the acid rain stabs your eyes and blinds you. Colors mix and change and distort like a watercolor painting as you try to scream again. But this time nothing comes out. You close your eyes. The rain eats through your eyelids and gets in anyway. Not even the tears are keeping the rain out. Your skin burns. This is how you will die, alone and unwanted, unable to even take your own life. Then you reach behind yourself and claw at the numbness in your back, pulling a small knife out. Where the hell did this come from? This blessed rusty knife with a red hilt is the kindest thing you have. You hold it above your heaving chest and plunge it downwards. You feel resistance give way and you feel a mild foreign presence enter your skin. But it doesn’t really hurt as all your pain is falling away. You almost feel like you’re watching yourself as you lift the knife out, slide it to a new point in your chest, and bring it up and down again. Again. Again. Now your hands move to your belly and you try again, but this time your arms are too weak. You have a sense of strange tunnel vision, and you see pale glowing eyes surround you. But you don’t care. You got to yourself before they did. A sudden burst of flame and light strikes down, burns away the eyes, and sets you free.

At least, that’s what you saw at the end. Who knows how real any of it was? You’re floating now. Watching it all play out. Alone. You used to fear dying alone, but now you realize you only ever feared the not knowing. This isn’t so bad. This isn’t so bad. This was never all that bad.

song i wrote based on this story. thx for reading!!

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since i promoted my writing on the new video, it's only fitting I bump some of my better stories really quick

Hi to all you new people, you got here fast lol

Everywhere I Look I See Your Face

"I used to believe."

When I was a child, I used to look forward to bedtime with a sense of wonder. Each night when I lay on my dirty mattress, I would look for faces in the air around me. Swirling in that hazy DREAMWORLD were angelic presences that nurtured and listened to my cries. I would only see them a few times a year, but when they did decide to reveal themselves; it was uniquely beautiful. Their eyes were soft and kind, their fingers caressing the fog from my breath with gentle strokes of genius. Their searching hands were painting pictures that wandered and fluctuated within the colored dots you see when you stare at a light too long. A bird flying through the eye of a needle. Three golden strings braided into the hair of a puppet. A floating hourglass with the sand swiftly falling to a halting conclusion. Images and shapes swam before my wide eyes and lulled me to a peaceful sleep. The faces watched over me. Over time they came together into one single body. The faces were only one single face, pale and shining in the darkness of my room. The frequency of her visits increased as I got older. Her features became clearer, and she was beautiful to me. She wore a tattered black dress and she sometimes seemed to have wings as she hovered above me. Distinctly I remember hearing her voice calling me. It was faint as a whisper but had the quality and effect of the loudest scream. I was just on the edge of falling asleep and I sat up in bed as her words shot through my head. She was calling my name. She was calling out for me to return to her dwelling place. In that moment I felt a chill, far deeper and colder than anything my frail body had encountered before. This is the cold that sits beyond winter or frost and only inhabits giant refrigeration units in factories. Synthetic and alien, the cold gripped and scared me. That was the end of her. I grew up quickly. One could say I grew up before I was supposed to. Over time I forgot about the angel and as the sand quickened through the glass, I stopped believing in the face that once haunted me. Its features grew sinister, and my memory cast a shadow over thoughts of the creatures that hunt in the night. Then they came. Everything changed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1234 1234 nothing but faces abcd abcd staring faces ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The world is dark and the stars are cold now. The glass has run out and my head hurts. I am older and still dwell in the same room I grew up in. As it turns out, drifting through life was the right way to go about it. Life had extraordinarily little meaning aside from that which I assigned to it. I assigned nothing because I was too busy searching for something to hold onto. Someone to tell me what the truth was. But there is none. No truth can save any of us from the unflinching end of our time. Now at the end I wish I could have believed what others believed. I wish I could return to the faith and glory of a past life where I was unflinching and innocent. But the dead eyes have started staring again. Everywhere I look I see your face, and it has grown tired of twisting into that of an angel. False prophets abound in the land of the living dead, and I see her now for the monster she is. There’s nothing I can do though. I am resigned to the fate of constant failure and never-ending letdowns. I’ve learned that hope is the only thing that keeps anyone going at all, and if I must fall and be disappointed to allow myself to hope, so be it. The time is up. The glass is empty. Take me, for I go willingly and embrace the belief which has grown beyond myself. The last thing I saw was your face before I fell asleep again. ----------------------------------------------------

thx for reading