My head filled with harsh tearing sounds, like the ripping of a material unknown to the material world. Like ripping the skin off of an angel and hearing its ghostly screams. The pain almost woke me, but the sound faded into a softer melody. I was whispered back into calm by a woman’s voice, her voice beckoned me deep into the abyss of my own sleep. Then I witnessed her face, a soft but stern woman in her early 30s, then many older and more foreign odd faces of dark skin and bright blue eyes. They warned me of the beast, and how it resided in all things, not just men, women, or animals. I awoke to a bird’s call, my family's cottage was lit by sunlight through the great rafters. My sisters still slept deeply even as the first morning bird’s call graced our room. I sat there pondering about my dream, and still feeling anxious about my marriage within the week. “It calls to you all the same my dear, I can feel that at the least” my stomach said through my mind. I froze with terror and stared down at my stomach, feeling a warble as I acknowledged its presence as well.
I arose to get dressed adorning myself in my modest dark blue dress and my off-white bonnet. I hurry out into the commons where I prepare porridge, and my organ speaks to me again. I can visualize its presence in my body as if it had a face and a mannerisms like that of a man. Like an active day dream the presence manifested itself like a translucent ghost, a figment of my imagination. It was in the shape of a fanciful man, fancier and richer than I have ever seen, only heard of. It had the body of a man, long pants with tights covered in bows and ribbons. With large heeled shoes decorated in gold. Its skin was porcelain white, and had deep black eyes it wore a puffy tunic and had a cape that covered itself with a peacock. Its baggy clothes were white like its skin with hints of pink, yellow, and red. It appeared as a miniature and bowed to me upon the common’s table speaking to me in a regal english accent. “It is an honor to make your acquaintance my dear” it greeted me with a bowed curtsy and stood tall and straight. It spoke with my mind, like how a thought is heard, but through someone else's voice. So I replied to it trying to play along with this waking dream, “oh fine sir, I am her honor Lady Prudence Ashcroft of this modest manor”. “Ahh lady ashcroft it is such a beautiful day to make your--” as the phantom spoke I squashed him with my fist stomping out the delusion as I lifted my hand it was gone.
I entered the common halls, my sisters were knitting while the others were laboring. The patriarch sat in his large private chair, a large even tempered and bookish man with the body of a wild bear. I curtseyed to him, and he nodded his head, the patriarch owned this plot and to a larger extent me and my sisters. I would be married off to another plot across the pond, to the matriarch and her son where we would go and settle our own plot of land. The valley was covered in fog and high oak trees that clung to the roof of the world. Vast windows in the sky filtered and cleaned would allow for clean sunlight. The vast woods that surrounded our village were being cleared day by day but we had to pay homage to it by letting new trees grow in the old’s wake. I spend my day like everyday wandering collecting dead wood, herbs, and washing clothes in the river. The village was divided between two big families, the patriarch and the matriarch. I was a daughter of the patriarch, a rich man who traveled here to the frontiers away from the big towns out west. The matriarch lived here originally working with the patriarch, I am the first of his daughters to be married off. My sisters are either far too young or far too old. The fog makes it too difficult to collect twigs in the nearby woods so I bring dirty clothes to the river separating our lands. As I cleaned the linens the figment reappeared as tall as a real man and as stern as one.
He bows again, “It is rude to kill things smaller than you my dear” I freeze staring at him as he steps out of the fog and into the world. He possessed a cane and stomped his bejeweled heels into the dark muck of the river bank. “I-I am sorry good sir, I had not known I would have offended you” I replied standing back grasping at my chest in fright. He approached close with the spurs of his heels clicked as he walked. He stood above me and wiped his face with his odd colorful handkerchief. “I am Prudence’s Stomach, tuned for fine things and delicacies”, I could hear him still in my mind, as he spoke he spoke only in my head. The roof shone a beam unto the man revealing him to be off my mind only again. The man took a small watch out of his coat and threw it to me, landing in the mud ruining its perfect golden embroidery. I move to collect it out of the mud and am flabbergasted to find that it is as real as me, I hold it in my hands and feel the metallic surface all around. I look back up to find the man gone. I wed the matriarch’s son later that week, we left for new lands out west. When we had our first son the man appeared again and took him from my arms. I never found out why or who that spirit was.
A few songs, elephantdotnet, the mysteries, and upholstery in particular could do with some heavy retuning. Despite liking elephantdotnet, it really is so horribly mixed I don’t know how it even made it on here. It’ll be fixed before it’s uploaded on its own, though my brain hates to have a disparity between the album and a single release.
![Infinity Frequencies - Computer Afterlife [Full album]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/mXOkFb5H9pw/mqdefault.jpg)
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This is very very very good. Great job, dude!
My head filled with harsh tearing sounds, like the ripping of a material unknown to the material world. Like ripping the skin off of an angel and hearing its ghostly screams. The pain almost woke me, but the sound faded into a softer melody. I was whispered back into calm by a woman’s voice, her voice beckoned me deep into the abyss of my own sleep. Then I witnessed her face, a soft but stern woman in her early 30s, then many older and more foreign odd faces of dark skin and bright blue eyes. They warned me of the beast, and how it resided in all things, not just men, women, or animals. I awoke to a bird’s call, my family's cottage was lit by sunlight through the great rafters. My sisters still slept deeply even as the first morning bird’s call graced our room. I sat there pondering about my dream, and still feeling anxious about my marriage within the week. “It calls to you all the same my dear, I can feel that at the least” my stomach said through my mind. I froze with terror and stared down at my stomach, feeling a warble as I acknowledged its presence as well.
I arose to get dressed adorning myself in my modest dark blue dress and my off-white bonnet. I hurry out into the commons where I prepare porridge, and my organ speaks to me again. I can visualize its presence in my body as if it had a face and a mannerisms like that of a man. Like an active day dream the presence manifested itself like a translucent ghost, a figment of my imagination. It was in the shape of a fanciful man, fancier and richer than I have ever seen, only heard of. It had the body of a man, long pants with tights covered in bows and ribbons. With large heeled shoes decorated in gold. Its skin was porcelain white, and had deep black eyes it wore a puffy tunic and had a cape that covered itself with a peacock. Its baggy clothes were white like its skin with hints of pink, yellow, and red. It appeared as a miniature and bowed to me upon the common’s table speaking to me in a regal english accent. “It is an honor to make your acquaintance my dear” it greeted me with a bowed curtsy and stood tall and straight. It spoke with my mind, like how a thought is heard, but through someone else's voice. So I replied to it trying to play along with this waking dream, “oh fine sir, I am her honor Lady Prudence Ashcroft of this modest manor”. “Ahh lady ashcroft it is such a beautiful day to make your--” as the phantom spoke I squashed him with my fist stomping out the delusion as I lifted my hand it was gone.
I entered the common halls, my sisters were knitting while the others were laboring. The patriarch sat in his large private chair, a large even tempered and bookish man with the body of a wild bear. I curtseyed to him, and he nodded his head, the patriarch owned this plot and to a larger extent me and my sisters. I would be married off to another plot across the pond, to the matriarch and her son where we would go and settle our own plot of land. The valley was covered in fog and high oak trees that clung to the roof of the world. Vast windows in the sky filtered and cleaned would allow for clean sunlight. The vast woods that surrounded our village were being cleared day by day but we had to pay homage to it by letting new trees grow in the old’s wake. I spend my day like everyday wandering collecting dead wood, herbs, and washing clothes in the river. The village was divided between two big families, the patriarch and the matriarch. I was a daughter of the patriarch, a rich man who traveled here to the frontiers away from the big towns out west. The matriarch lived here originally working with the patriarch, I am the first of his daughters to be married off. My sisters are either far too young or far too old. The fog makes it too difficult to collect twigs in the nearby woods so I bring dirty clothes to the river separating our lands. As I cleaned the linens the figment reappeared as tall as a real man and as stern as one.
He bows again, “It is rude to kill things smaller than you my dear” I freeze staring at him as he steps out of the fog and into the world. He possessed a cane and stomped his bejeweled heels into the dark muck of the river bank. “I-I am sorry good sir, I had not known I would have offended you” I replied standing back grasping at my chest in fright. He approached close with the spurs of his heels clicked as he walked. He stood above me and wiped his face with his odd colorful handkerchief. “I am Prudence’s Stomach, tuned for fine things and delicacies”, I could hear him still in my mind, as he spoke he spoke only in my head. The roof shone a beam unto the man revealing him to be off my mind only again. The man took a small watch out of his coat and threw it to me, landing in the mud ruining its perfect golden embroidery. I move to collect it out of the mud and am flabbergasted to find that it is as real as me, I hold it in my hands and feel the metallic surface all around. I look back up to find the man gone. I wed the matriarch’s son later that week, we left for new lands out west. When we had our first son the man appeared again and took him from my arms. I never found out why or who that spirit was.
I would like to thank certain portal for showing me this, very epic lisa moments, all very sharp and high quality audio.
HONEY WAKE UP! THE CORRECTED REPRESSING JUST ARRIVED
Impeccable timbres
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Fantastic!
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A few songs, elephantdotnet, the mysteries, and upholstery in particular could do with some heavy retuning. Despite liking elephantdotnet, it really is so horribly mixed I don’t know how it even made it on here.
It’ll be fixed before it’s uploaded on its own, though my brain hates to have a disparity between the album and a single release.