@mimikova / mimikova.tumblr.com
shadows cast in infrared light silhouettes of the dead do not fight things to do that are unkind hold my breath inside my mind the city breathes but I digress already dead this silhouette blackest night we play for keeps watch the end and no one weeps too far removed to hear you scream rest in peace but do not dream
I am the filth.
The pulsing mass of trash
From which,
I can only hope,
A better
More perfect being
Will spring from.
It will not be me,
I will be here.
They will spring forth
And seize all that I have dreamed of.
They will be perfection.
I will remain.
The filth.
The pulsing mass of trash.
Aphex Twin's studio
NGL, the fact that Richard has a little bed for his cat next to his modular workstation is so sweet.
I wrote and recorded this one last night. It is still just a sketch but I like it. I used the Polybrute, Microfreak, Model D, DFAM, Crave, UmPF, and my Eurorack stuffs.
How many things fall apart
Because we couldn't find the words
How many wounds inflicted
Because we wouldn't bare our souls
How many loves are broken
With pride held more than each other
How many promises crumble
When we allow our trust to falter
How many things fall apart
Because we couldn't find the words
How many wounds inflicted
Because we wouldn't bare our souls
How many loves are broken
With pride held more than each other
How many promises crumble
When we allow our trust to falter
Unknown (via perfectquote)
full moon now
A little something I created last week 😍🩷
“ Her little hands stole my heart, her little feet ran away with it.” 📸📸
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For years, I was a wildfire burning through forests, devouring the lush green in relentless hunger; a hundred nights chasing adrenaline like prey. My old calm resided in embers, dormant within the blaze when the message arrived. You, with your sleek phrases and polished poise, toothy smile that sliced through complacency, you urged us to embrace purpose, forge ahead like a disciplined march, like a sculptor's artistry, like starlight, you'd probably scoff at this sentiment, now scattered in ashes, dispersed into oblivion, leaving no trace. I stood on that silent mountain peak amidst the stars, touched by your essence, and for once...
...my tumultuous world was at rest.
I am a maze of minefields
A labyrinth of rot
A garden of tainted yields
Of damage I forgot
The gaps are grim & graceless
The monsters are not real
These memories are faceless
Just another wound to heal
A tidal wave of nausea crashes
I am thrown onto my knees
It all returns in flashes
I am destroyed by this disease
Such a beautiful wilderness to this hankering for more no matter how thick the bars between watching in wonder and being savagely devoured the semiconscious temptation to leave the cage unlocked
