Before these shrooms kick in full force and I descend into lunacy with some mind-boggling introspective, I'd just like to say I never liked some of you. My time here is short and it's been a fun ride...except for this one person. Heyfreaks has run its course and we gave it the ol' college try, so give yourself a pat on the backside but alas, in a few weeks I'll be just a distant memory. Also BR1AN_OM3N, if you believe in the hereafter...hereafter buy yourself a more respectable wardrobe!

another CRAZY week conqured, just so much going on work was crazy we beat out ours sales from the last like 4 weeks within 2 days (yay!) so in a bit of pain but not stopping by any means. my niece had a birthday recently so that was pretty dope, got my own chocolate ganache gluten-free cake (now officially gluten free for about a few months),got her a pretty awsome dragon memory matching game. Cant wait for the next few weeks to go see cryptopsy in may. and DOPETHRONE destroy 7th street entry music venue next month on the 22ed. much much needed. Battle vest and jacket sewing in progress....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0EFQYC-DdM&list=RDy0EFQYC-DdM&start_radio=1

This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway.

A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty.

The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists.

Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation.

A meditation on mortality.
A dreamscape of regeneration.
A skull dreaming of forests.

Lot of things going on in my life lately, and I've been reminiscing about past experiences and the part music has shaped with my memory of them. I'll start with summer of 1980 and my days at the ol' roller rink.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dD5r7N7Imw

Fuck all of you.. & your short memory

8 years ago... a dark day in the memory of Portuguese.. with wild fires spread... many people died unfortunatelly... and its even more livelly on my mind.. cause i was cycling not very far away.... i did 6h30 trainning... max temp of 115º (f) / 46º (c) with average 97 F / 36 C

No Biden doesnt have parkinsins a disease that effects things like speech, Because he has dementia a disease effecting things like memory and cognitive function, don't let them gas light you into believing hes got something that doesnt effect his memory, incase thats what they are going to try to do.

In memory of Evil_D...never forget!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLb0rbDrcQI

Their best song, hands down. It really hits home. At 21, the music was a breath of fresh air. Raw, unbridled, and the fact I knew a 19 year old chick who danced to this song at a strip joint...it's ingrained in my memory, for good reason.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EcqOR5gt_M

So much personal family dramas driving me insane ,want to move to the moon and erase all of my memory of them