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And you’re dripping in sweat because it just rained and it’s so fucking humid but it makes your edges bleed into the wet air around you and you feel like you’ve found a new plane of existence and alternate realities don’t interest you because you know they’re actually all around you waiting for you to find them. Facilitated in part by Desertshore’s Randy Quaid On Cameron Winter radio.
May 14, 2025
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My mind randomly opened to the folds of reality, it feels like my brain and my consciousness were ripped into small shreds and spread across the earthhh.
I feel as if I am everything and nothing around me, I understand and don’t at the same time.
Like I’m peering into the minds of other whilst only seeing mine as well.
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🌊Im so close to being able to visualize and walk around entire environments in my head but im having a hard time connecting the pieces together.
I can hear the sounds of crashing waves, the weight of heat, the crunch of sand, and the taste of salt but there’s just one thing missing that won’t let me walk around this construct.
It’s almost like bouncing around your senses without the use of your eyes. Makes me feel like Riddick.
I can hear the sounds of crashing waves, the weight of heat, the crunch of sand, and the taste of salt but there’s just one thing missing that won’t let me walk around this construct.
It’s almost like bouncing around your senses without the use of your eyes. Makes me feel like Riddick.
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👁in my experiments I am exposed. Where the hand of the cleansed pets my scalp, and digs its nails well under my meninges. And grasps onto my chiasm to force my head back out of where it rests, and where it’s been. And I see, the sky bore a pearl. The pinball above casts its atmosphere around us as a dome containing the fog of our skin. Shrouding my prints, and the tracks of my parents. And the map of our possibility is black as the forgotten while beneath. And when the hand releases, I fall to rest and exhaust my memory. And so it fades. Afterward, I walk a little past the white of our sclera onto the cornea, I feel chemical burns on my feet. But the warmth is so telling. So I look at the glow of the phosphorescent spots. They become real seeping through my sight from a figment to a child’s. And as I focus myself on them they grow and consume to create a light beyond the torches of my predecessors. It shows the path we must. Its ambiance lifts me from my souls and its light spreads my retinas to three dimensions over again. And as my skin disappears I see the marble. I reach, but I can only grab its ninth layer of armor. So I climb and conquer the phosphorus cushion to feel the dome. And I peer over it briefly before the shine in my lens smolders and my skull weighs me to the ground one step back. The cascade uninitiated, but close to repeating reliance.
Jul 23, 2025
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🗣Whatever man some more immediate version of me thought it was apt at the time. I love getting older cause past versions of me keep getting younger. I can’t hold it against them I was so young then! just a rapscallion
Jun 20, 2025
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Believing the rest of your life can start today (but not succumbing to the weight of that, which I’ve yet to figure out how to do).
May 13, 2025
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Devastating. so emotionally honest. stunning instrumentals. Listened to this a lot 2 augusts ago and again now bc I’m venturing into a new known unknown again. Always thought August is the Sunday of summer and feel like this album captures that lethargic oppressive heat that is always ushering in change tickled with a melancholic ending, the reminder of time passing, that your childhood is another summer behind you. A sigh instead of a sob. Only 2 songs are shorter than 6 minutes.
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