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Even After Everything
44:28
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Watching out from the decaying watchtower beside the broken sink and smashed up gnome, beady eyes made of cotton milk bottles, inside his giant pink rubber square. A boy lived in a room without doors, just a hovering flexible roof to protect him from spirited spirits and harsh moon rays. He never knew the pleasures and pains in the world, just numbness and a vague sense of unstagnant consciousness coming in through the sunroof attached to his head. Every 3 hours he would black out and be transported into worlds of incomprehensible geometry. Shapes with endless vertices and sides would unfold around him, still in his black and white world. Where the shapes would grow stretched deformed faces and scream his name for the hours he was in the minutes of the hours blacked out. Life was a pleasured nightmare, everything felt so real and fake. This cycle would go on for an insurmountable amount of time before change was delivered at his door by some shady shadow figure. The boy awoke one day to find that every texture around him was liquid, rippling with every movement of his body, it would tear him apart. Things would remain no more, at this point in time, everything he did would matter, feeling the temptation build up inside him, wanting to run away, but he was trapped, chains slowly start to drown him, pulling him down into the vast world of endless pissed up faces. So lonely yet so not loneliness in his helpful friendship world. He would happily skip from dream to nightmare to dreamy nightmare, slowly getting more comfortable with the fact he would be trapped forever, a grin scratched into his face. The boy became frustrated, he flailed his arms and legs about as he felt pain for the first last time. The walls, floor and ceiling whirled around into a swirling bloody texture, an image that he would never forget until he eventually forgets, terrifying but it comforted him. It started to pull him deeper, the boy was welcomed into the world with a blinding light. The blinding light faded away with time, leaving the creature confused and scared in a boundless land of never ending movement. His eyes grew bloodshot, stinging, weary of the imperfections, he screamed into the hands, trying to block out the sound of mumbles that would plague his head, he started to realise that this would be his new home, yet he left his roof in the other dimension, he grabs some rotting carcasses and stacks them on one another, building a tiny little hut, that will comfortably fit the size of one inhumane creature. He would wander into the forest and begin pulling fresh corpses from trees; these were his friends, he would bring them back on fridays and hang them back up ready for visitors on mondays. After he got settled in he started to become one with the movement, he stopped struggling and let himself experience what he had previously been numb to. He was in a deep trance, either a horrible dream or the best nightmare, he was yet to decide. He was hearing the bleak tone, a sound that he couldn’t get out of his head, a sound that hit too close to home. He would sit there, for months, for hours, for weeks. He was always told he would get better, that he could be a normal human, and he held onto that thought, but after being stuck in his pasta forest with his apple corpses and rotting house, he knew that he would never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal never be normal
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Warm Sketching (V2)
03:46
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[Nature Reserve]
05:36
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[Remains] (V1)
05:25
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End Saip Non Hold
04:53
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[ - - ]
04:53
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Polystyrene Stream
04:40
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[ - - ] (demo session)
07:30
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