I love manipulating people to do my bidding and being my happy brappy fart slave. If you are reading this, you have now officially been manipulated. Now go buy me pizza hut

not so much new, but more of, a compilation of projects that never got released onto bandcamp

genres are various, but mostly electronic

for the most part, expect chiptune, cybergrind, breakcore, and relaxing electronic stuff

This album art is a crime scene image of a father who brutally killed his baby while on drugs. The babys corpse was in the top left corner but i cropped it out as i feel it was too much. To my knowledge this image was taken by the police when they arrived. he himself is not dead. hes wrapped in a blanket and screaming. much like my abusers who remain alive. i just felt it was appropriate to use this image. Because these past 5 years that these unreleased songs were made in are some of the most horrific times of my life. I was still living with abusive parents, worrying about when my biological family would become clean, and constantly thinking about when i lost my innocence from the same kind of abuse and more as a baby. What better represents times of child abuse than a dead baby. What better represents drug use than a cracked out dad. What better represents abusive parents than a child killer. And what better represents trying to move on from the abuse of the past, then cutting the baby out of frame. Of course the blood is still there. And these memories will still be here. All i can do is move forward from this point on and try to push the thoughts of it out of frame. I hope you enjoy the music.

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@damnedbyfate

its the big things in my butthole

Hot girl tip #1: nose hair trimmer work perfectly on your balls and asshole

Hot girl tip #2: your cats don't love you. They tolerate you

Hot girl tip #3: if you say the n word you are not very nice and you're uninvited to my hot girl birthday bonanza

Hot girl tip #4: telling someone "kiss my ass" is only an invite to happiness

Hot girl tip #5: in France, men say hello by slapping their weiners together. Whereas the women clamp lobsters onto each other's eyelids

Hot girl tip #7: I skipped number 6

Hot girl tip #8: it's perfectly normal to shit yourself every week I'm not weird fuck you you don't know me bitch

Hot girl tip #9: mortal Kombat 11 corrupts your switch and can't be fixed don't buy it you fucking dumbass

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I'm bisexual, I'm neurodivergent, I have PTSD, I have a bum knee, I have a lazy eye, I have this twitchy thing in my big toe, I got ADHD, I got a bullet wound from shootin crows with mah pappy, I got crabs, I got herpes, I got botflies, I got a high score on pacman, I got a B- on my report card, I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, I got necrotizing fasciitis in my pinkies, I got other ailments, and that's why you should hire me

Tldr I hate myself and I deserve to feel that way. Skip over to some other shit I made when I was happy for a couple hours

I get defensive when you bring up family. And I like to remind myself that anyone of them could die in my arms and I would feel no emotions. You being the only exception. But I started wondering: I'm not angry at the people I'm thinking of, so why am I thinking of their death? Not that I want it to happen to them, but why is it the first place my mind goes every time family is brought up. I think about the fact that I'm being defensive about it even when nobody really brings it up. And I realized, I think my brain has been trained to reject family because of everything I went through. And as a result I am mentally and physically repulsed by the mere concept of family. That's a problem. It explains a lot but that's a problem. And an even bigger problem to add on to that: I don't have any desire to fix it. Because no matter how much therapy I do and how much medicine I take, in the end I still hate myself and firmly believe that I deserve to feel this way. Is that factually true? No. Of course I don't deserve to feel this way. Does that make logical sense to me? For some reason no. And I don't know where to start to convince myself that I don't deserve this. Which means I don't know where to start on not being repulsed by family. Which means I am going to feel this way forever. There is no surgery I can get to just change the chemicals in my brain that conduct emotions these ways. Mental illnesses poison me even worse. What's logical to someone else, may be the most retarded thing I've ever heard. And I don't understand so I get angry. I'm sure at some point in my life I won't feel this way. But to ask me to change that, as much as I'd like to, I firmly believe it is impossible. I am in hell. My body is hell. My mind is hell. And nobody is ever going to understand even if they went through similar shit. Nothing will change for me. I like to think that in at least 10 long years Ill be happy, but the concept is so foreign I doubt it. And it definitely won't happen soon. I would love to be proven wrong but until then there is no hope 

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I shotgun blasted diarrhea at work today with so much force that it jetted back all over my ballsack so I had to wipe my balls and asshole.

Every couple months the man, the myth, the mantits, the legend, returns to newgrounds in search of his missing chromosome. Only to find that he had plenty extra chromosomes laying around in his mom's basement. The thick jaw, no balls, pissed off, dick small, heartbroken, ego stroking, bootyhole open, 35 year old, buried alive in mold man. Take your pills boy, you give me chills boy. You're so mentally ill boy. You fucking, Mist he was an average kid, and no one understands. Mom can smell his dickcheese all the way from her basement. You fat man. Oooh fat man said Stewie Griffin when he saw you bitchin in your mom's kitchen on your phone, all alone, in your head nobody's home, you fucking nasty boy. Nasty boy asking for dick pics, from six kids, why you're dick itch? Nobody fucks you. And you could still manifest pure concentrated herpes all over that constant aching jerky you call a penis. Your mom must be from Venus cuz she spawned just the meanest alien. Ain't no way you human. That man ain't human, that dick ain't human, that chin ain't human, and neither is the third one, you smell like a turd son. Up on discord asking little boys if they bootyhole squirt son. Why you still out of work son? How do you afford them cum stained toys, when you still unemployed, and your dad said land ahoy when he went to get the milk on another island. Look at your eyelids, always half down but not as far down as your syndrome. You rent out the crack of your ass to ants so that you can say some living thing was in your pants, make shitty music and can't even dance. Unless it's the truffle shuffle. You fuckin truffle shuffle, suckin butthole, sonic and knuckles, bubble bobble, poppin bottles, next to your anime girl 3d models, full throttle, overweight axolotl, ass boy.