Dylan Jones

This is me!! here are somethings i like, have written, or have made myself ▼ △

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RATATAT - Cherry 

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This has been my most popular post xD

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TACHYONS+ OPTI-GLITCH 2017

Modified analog video processor via 1986.

16 Knobs  (Fine-tuning and exploring the effects.) 4 Push-Buttons (Tap out a rhythmic pulse to audio pulse.)  1 Switch (Noise-filtering mode on/off.) 2 Control Voltage Inputs (To control the Opti-Glitch with modular synths.) For further info:  [email protected]

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I wonder how many strangers hate me bc of how someone else described me to them

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Science Fiction Illustrator - Peter Elson  (1947-1998)

Peter Elson was an English illustrator whose work appeared on the covers of numerous science fiction paperback novels, as well as in the Terran Trade Authority series of illustrated books. Elson, whose illustrations often placed detailed, brightly liveried spacecraft against vividly colored backgrounds, influenced an entire generation of science fiction illustrators and concept artists. Born in Ealing, west London, he died of a heart attack in Skegness while working on mural paintings for Butlins.

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Kim Keever - Painting in Water

Trained as a thermal engineer (having worked on several NASA projects), photographer Kim Keever fuses the images of his childhood fantasy with his knowledge of science and physics. His exploration into his unique process began by trying to physically recreate the imagery of his memories. By constructing intricate landscapes inside a water-filled aquarium, he was able to create the mysterious atmosphere of the mind. As Keever continued to explore, his photography evolved from atmospheric landscapes to bold abstract compositions, allowing the materials to create expressions. Bright pigments hang weightless, captured in digital form. Keever states, “the idea has become a machine that makes the art”. 

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Sergey Kovalenko

 Kovalenko Sergey artists, designers from Belarus  📩 E-mail:  [email protected]

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I can’t erase my past mistakes but I can hold on to the hope of you forgiving me and forgetting about the ways in which I have wronged you. I promise, this isn’t a poem made up of apologizes, but a poem made up of admitting. And I’ll admit that I fucked up, as long as you admit that you did too.

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Back at it again (verse)

"In the end Why am I surprise, it's not wise to be too nice? Then, I'll Try to Realize. you'll be fucked over again. Saw a glimpse of sunlight then it died quicker than I could realize that lie. She's being overdramatic, overreacted in fact I'm back at it again, with a pen trying to pretend that I haven't sinned. I see the end with no sunlight in sight. These goodbyes cause the Why's to plague my mind like drive-by's leaving me to die" 🔻🔺

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Black Abyss

hold onto an empty shadow  that use to comfort me. lie to me and say it hasn’t forgotten about me. hold onto dying memories of yesterday.

i don’t want to leave. what else can i achieve? trying to suppress depressing thoughts. mind put into a weak spot.

keep my heart confined by design.  laugh to cover the pain to keep me sane. pretend its not there. it becomes a fierce whisper piercing the back of my brain

everybody leaves, oddly i still need somebody, but ill be left as a dead body. walking around as an emotional zombie. 

this is my silent mental asylum, while stuck in temperamental denial. my mind becomes violent. approaching my arrival, i may need a trial, its for my survival

sometimes death might be the best thing for my head. my heart burns with a cold fire i don’t know what i desire.  I’m playing with fire.

consumed into a dark abyss

doomed to find that bliss

i know all about this.

Laying in a cold bed letting these thoughts catch up with me. Let these feelings  rot inside of me, let the metaphorical blood poor out of me  all I can do is listen to the wind and hear the  whispers of the voice of you. Clinch my fist in a Melancholy rage, I engaged the stage. Today's rage is yesterday sorrow and the futures forgotten pain. What do I gain.  A new stain. It's you I think about when I'm in silence. I hate the silence. The meaningless love, with a dead dove, shove it away. I'm not okay. Sleep to Escape the fate. while i  Dream the impossible, try and make it possible then maybe i can leave this abyss.

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Nothing kills you like your mind

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Depressing show

I want to forget the regret. Target on my forehead.

Cage around my heart I'm falling apart.

Staying awake at night.  

Contemplate, then concentrate  on what I had in sight.

Do I need to  summarize till you realize, how often I was right  

your out contemplating teenage suicide.  Somehow I'm the bad guy, for wanting the same lie.

You may disapprove but I have the scars to prove it .

Don't undermine my   subconscious mind.  My heart is full of bruises.

I want to restart, have a fresh start. Starting to think I'm going to loose it.

Seduce my insecurities, no sincerity broken integrity. Here comes the anxiety. I don't know what is inside of me.

I know you did.

Welcome to the depressing show. I Gave you flowers and a note, hoping it would get better. Few hours later my soul lost all its power. emotional hole in my heart it's being ripped apart I scream. While watching this on the televised screen.

Alcohol abuse, misuse shitty excuse. I hear about it like I'm listening to the news.

His Sober vantage, your plastered disadvantage. What a disaster, it's going south, just  threw up in my mouth. You could barley talk n' walk what a savage. You were taken advantage  

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nonsense

Sometimes I feel like I might of done something wrong. I try to make sense of this nonsense,  I live in this nonsense, but I feel I did something wrong. I need to fix it, I try to fix it, I am the dick of the nonsense. I feel this dead feeling inside my stomach as it rots and gives birth to a new ecosystem of death. Its my fault I feel like this, take my shame and place onto my head I shall bathe in it. My shame for the world to see. How do I fix it? My sense of this nonsense. The mess in my brain onto the page.  Tears of brain matter onto the page, I go into a silent rage, so calm but emotional. Make no sound this profound amounts of emotion flowing out of my mind. My mind gives birth to a new hell. Welcome to my hell. My mind, but it is my fault. I created my hell I shall embrace this hell I have created . Maybe my hell can be my paradise. Feel the cool flames chilling my bed as I sleep. Dream, and become something. Something always comes from nothing. I am nothing awaiting to become something., but I have put myself here.