Spirit Substance

Hi, I'm spirit. I make music. I do. I promise. I also like trippy obscure things. but mainly im just a kid :)

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Hard Eight (1996)

Director: Paul Thomas Anderson

Cinematographer: Robert Elswit

[lilymarshall]

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Tiny little thing you are

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A little project that took 2 hours. Its not perfect, neither am I. Rest in peace Bill Hicks

released April 9, 2017 Bill Hicks - Rant in E minor - 1997

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https://soundcloud.com/will-yamm/spiralo

[samuelljackson]

It can only be attributable to human error.

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I could control where the sun would take me, all I had to do was touch it.

Me (1 year ago)

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Insp.

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Ringer

“Ringer”

Will Dorn

She tore through the woods like a knife through butter. She hadn't had the chance to see her follower. The thought arose that she didn't even remember what it was. Was it real? She stopped running. She had barely enough time to think In between the deep breaths that seemed to help slow her heart. Where had she come from? In her head she tried to recall. No use. She sat down on a stump in a clearing surrounded by identical looking trees. Still trying to catch her breath she looked around. The trees seemed odd to her as every direction she looked was the same. The trees went on forever until they faded into a thick fog. She slowly stood up and started walking in the direction she thought might lead back. Walking the row of trees gave her an uneasy feeling. She was especially confused by the earth below her. The grass was white, and stringy. It moved in peculiar ways. Some loose strands swayed as if they were moved by a slow moving breeze, which she didn't  feel. The air was still. Nothing like anything she had ever felt before. She looked up to see the light bleed through the branches. The sun was the only familiarity. It gave her hope. She walked around one of the trees to get a better view of the sun. She was disappointed to find the sun and its many brothers and sisters. One for every tree it seemed. One for every step she took. One for every journey she had forgotten.

The fog creeped closer to her every time she looked. Every mile she walked got longer as the fog approached. She stopped a mere 5 paces ahead of it. She hoped there was something beyond. A small disk shaped stone hanging from a tree caught her eye. It was hung by a shoelace. There was someone else. She untied the stone and felt it fit perfectly on her palm. An idea. A chance. Maybe not. What would it hurt? She hurled the stone at the fog. For a second, nothing. The sharp knock of a stone hitting a tree behind her sent her heart racing. There WAS someone... Something else. She ran forward and watched the fog close in on her. Nothing. There was nothing she could see. Stumbling around made her wonder where the trees had gone. She extended an arm into the void. Behind her she felt a hand grab her by the shoulder. A burst of adrenaline sent her sprinting as fast as she could.

Running got difficult. Her lungs felt as if they would collapse at any moment. She tore through the woods like a knife through butter. She hadn't had the chance to see her follower. She sat down on a stump in a oddly familiar clearing.

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2001: A Space Odyssey (Stargate Sequence)

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What do I do With Rest of my DSOTMs?

[guitarbage]

Carvin / Kiesel Koa Aries

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There is something inside of me that I fear will be wasted if not acknowledged and acted upon

Sir William Dorn

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Stanley Kubrick on the set of 2001: a space oddyssey

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Nature’s Rave

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Some were crying as I was leaving. Some were dying while others screaming. Many would say they were trying hard to find the meaning. Some of us saw it differently. It’s impossible for me to say at what point along the way, I had changed. Something snapped inside of me, but I didn’t feel it. I didn’t even know it had happened. By that point I was so lost that the person I thought I was, was just a character in the story I was given. This is what reality was. This was who I really was my whole life. A reader. An observer. A heartless sprite, sent from the gods so they could show me their righteous plan. It didn’t take me long to figure out that there was no plan. It didn’t take me long to figure out that the gods that sent me weren’t real. I was the god, and not just any god. A human. The so called power I felt, was always there. Like a pristine chalice, common to whomever chooses to drink its contents. I drank.

James Murray