this is weird, isn't it. weird to you, not weird to me. the new weird is the old one. this should be normal now.
look at me, ma, no hands. no hands and no ears. deafening is the sound that we make.
do you think you can reinvent the wheel?
do you think you can cure death?
are your thoughts yours? and are my thoughts mine?
only a loser would fear the feeling. the chase, the chase.
parasites which will dive deeper and deeper. post-mortem description of a grave which never was there-
a neat parlor trick for a few days.
this will all make sense soon, or will it? did i waste your time again?
what, you're gonna cry over it?
the worst type of ego death is the one where you can't recover from it. how many times can i yank your chain?
you know my name. say it. fall back on it. XYZ.
What makes you any different? What makes me any different? We're a living embodiment of sin at this point.
get out.
a loose thought. a pattern.
come back when you feel like it.
in a beautiful place...
we're both gone. we're both scum.
i love you
third-person, three body////bodies problem
Ambient 1: Music For Airports
log #?
in death...?
If he was a bad man, he'd make everything bad...
beneath
unicycle,untilted,unisil
OP1, 303, 808, 101, 606, and other keywords to make you excited
tight shred
hydrolysis treatment //// swiss type
joints