| As well as writing fanfic, I also make music (although it's only music in the broadest sense - there are no tunes, no words, no melody, no thematic progressions). I suppose it would be classified as dark ambient/drone if it had to be classified as anything. If you want to know how it sounds without risking a listen, imagine 22 minutes of clank nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn oooooooooooooooioooooooooiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooiiiiioioiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooo. If you do care to take a listen, rest assured that something else starts happening at around the nine minute mark. The best thing about it is undoubtedly the art: pouikee did it, and you can see the original here. You can listen to it at Last.fm. You can download a .wav or mp3 from archive.org. There are a very few physical copies on 3" cd with hand-made sleeves - ask me for one, and if there are still any, one is yours for free. It is deliberately recorded at a low level, but sounds best turned way up. I spelt the name wrong on purpose. Please feel free to tell me what you think of it, even if you think it's the worst thing ever ^_^ |
Hello
DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I MUCKED AROUND WITH HTML
THINKING I WAS RETARDED
WHICH I AM
ORZ
absolutely meaningless, isn't it?
xD
that'll teach you to try and code me, young lady!
Zero f is... zero females. Yep.
the weary plod of life destroys the sun,
a wallowing in darkened corners drags
me through each passing day. the only one
that gets me through the muted hum, a flag
of failing righteousness, a passioned light
that rises, fictive, charming with his wit,
is little more than pixellated spite.
a fiery boy, his stores of fever lit
by nothing save an unexpected source:
his little love, his broken hope. i wish
for little else than perfect union, coarse
and raw, but real; a meal of herbs and fish.
the lifetimes spent regarding missing skin,
the empty rooms, the sighs of violins.
--
Don't. No. Mad. Stop.
♥.
Your writing is really, sincerely AMAZING.
I'm waiting..
--
Witness my signature fail.
(there's older stuff on FFN if you get tired of waiting for new stuff...)
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