Void Project – Lost in Space
I can travel to other dimensions. Lost in space.
M.W.O – Tickling Sensation
…Music with repetitive beats… trance music, regarded as the kind of music that stimulates a neurological effect in the brain that tickles the endorphins to make them come alive and allow consciousness to be expanded.
Jarbinks – The Nameless Mist
…Reality. We don’t wanna live in that… reality.
Sakyamuni – Algoritmo
To be human means that you are persuadable in every single moment. …Social media toxic… We are all vulnerable to social approval. That’s a problem, that’s addiction. You’re being … manipulated by the algorithms.
Gnoct – Invisible
There was a time… a time long ago… change… I was forced… to live on me in part ever invisible.
Kobolsk – Fading Away
What would you do if you could start all over again knowing everything you know. Just imagine the possibilities. I would like to say that life is a waste. Only love and forgiveness that makes us move on… It’s all up to you. What would you do if you could start all over again? Just imagine the possibilities.
Toranaga – Delusions
what if all you ever knew was a lie? What do we know at any point? You have to understand most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will fight to protect it. What is real? How do you define real? If you’re talking about what you can feel what you can smell, taste and see then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain. Stuff they say exists in this universe, which we cant see. You then have light, the electromagnetic spectrum, etc., which is 0.005
Tirkre & Tharok – Sadness
…This darkness to your heart. …Murder, chaos stay upon me. I now belong… Returned from a nameless shallow grave. Every man’s story ends in death, but we are not men and we will not die. Gods of the old world, speak thy will.
Mad Lizard – Streak Floating
Space shuttle Discovery… successful.
Serokell – Come with Us
If you read this, if you find this book… well, first, that pile of bones next to it is probably me. And second, I have no answers. But I can tell you what I’ve seen and what I know. I call this place Town. That’s what the books I find call them, anyway. They’re called Freaks.
