x. x. x

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Hell

Low, ambient synths paired with twangy guitar, female vocals, and high pads.

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It’s been a while, loves. Here’s a new song from my new project, Lucien-es. X   X   X.

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(VIFR)

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(via https://soundcloud.com/softplastics/exit?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr)

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Some Fires, by VIFR

22 track album

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a little taste of what I’ve been up to lately;

angry, sexy music for angry, sexy people.

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A little post-punk, a little punk, a little grime, a little noise. My latest. XXX

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Buzzy and psychedelic. My latest, from project VI₣ (VIFr). 

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 VI₣ || Panic

Brand-new. For kids that like dark, fast, and dirty 80's beats.

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Brand-new sin (x) sin track. 

LOVE,

Jin

aka

SIN (X) SIN

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New. Cold, dark, a little grimy. Unnerving. Danceable. LOVE, Jin

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click: BONE-STATES

I am happy and excited to introduce my new strictly poetry site.

how happy and excited?

this:

all day.

love.

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patience

I should've told you there's no one there: not now, not anymore. They're waiting somewhere in a house near here, not far not too far from the soft dripping in your mind, the light pelunk pe-lunk of detuned keys and pressured notes that slip, sometimes, when the day greys and the greys crawl- at night, when you whisper alone tell me do you still hear them when they call?

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was

come into the living room and fold into the warm, woolen knit of what could and was and went and in the busy, building silence of patient seconds and shorter, shallow years- (wanting, then and wanting, still) the several, the shadows, in growing mass who sit, who was, what came, that passed.

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Bridge

Whistle, wind. Gap-toothed and hoarse breathed All choke caught behind, in front, aside Inside. Splayed fingers play silver wire, threaded, threading up, out, and down. I am something cold and mucus thick, Running down, out, inside, on heart, through, to toes To ground.

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Goodbye.

I love you.

life is made of magical, magnetic moments-

sharp 't's where the spider and the x cross-

quick, intangible moments where your heart bursts and the corner of your mouth tugs and then

you've fallen in love again, when you said you wouldn't, that you couldn't, that that last was the first of none at all-

I love you. 

Goodbye.