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[Fatigued and Possibly Dying]

Me first.

[Processor]

You've got more interactions with this than we do music. Music takes considerably longer on all fronts.

We're doing it wrong.

ZLEAP responds:

I'd be lying if I said that wasn't one of many reasons I've focused on animation lately.

[some blackened rainbow vomit thing]

This is what happens when you ask "What happens when Candles and Computers Collide?"

Are you ready to go
Cause I'm ready to go
What you gonna do baby, baby
Are you going with me
Cause I'm going with you
That's the end of all time

shout outs to my hockey fans.

[i approach you at 4am in position what do u do]

This reminds me of one of those strangely homoerotic japanese things. You think you know what is about to happen next in the game show but you're terribly mistaken, or you just get punished for laughing - Shout outs to Gaki No Tsukai

[Halloumi Unit collabs track art]

I looked at this for a while. It reminded me of a breaking light behind foliage in the field. Perhaps I was back in the army and my guard duty shift was ending or I was out camping and I was waking up after a brisk night of bullshit stories and overeating by the fire.

Either way I enjoyed this.

[New Frontier]

You're a mean one Uncle Grinch.

[Void Where Prohibited]

"Hey dood! How do you get out of hell?"

"I don't know"

[Track Art: Whose Hands Are These?]

This is the kind of stuff that reminds me of karaoke background videos. I'm unsure whether to laugh, cry, or say job well done :) .

Saltbearer responds:

*Clearly* the answer is to feel inspired to add a lyrical component to every single track you release from here on out, so that you have an excuse to make a bright, poppy karaoke-style music video for each one.

welcome to your new ✨ aesthetic ✨

[The Ash Collector]

Balcortac, how your wings shall spread so very far
as your steps wander upon fields of ash, the open scar
Time has forgotten you but I never will
for you see we're both lost, lost here still

fly now you above the sands of time
I will sink down in them from the sins of mine
fly long and hard to skies beyond me
and in my memory be the one I could never be

[Home]

we stare into the empty space
as believe becomes know
exactly what we did so wrong
no home in which to go to go