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It’s been a while, loves. Here’s a new song from my new project, Lucien-es. X   X   X.

(VIFR)

(via https://soundcloud.com/softplastics/exit?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr)

22 track album

angry, sexy music for angry, sexy people.

A little post-punk, a little punk, a little grime, a little noise. My latest. XXX

Buzzy and psychedelic. My latest, from project VI₣ (VIFr). 

Brand-new. For kids that like dark, fast, and dirty 80's beats.

SIN (X) SIN

New. Cold, dark, a little grimy. Unnerving. Danceable. LOVE, Jin

love.

I should've told you there's no one there: not now, not anymore. They're waiting somewhere in a house near here, not far not too far from the soft dripping in your mind, the light pelunk pe-lunk of detuned keys and pressured notes that slip, sometimes, when the day greys and the greys crawl- at night, when you whisper alone tell me do you still hear them when they call?

come into the living room and fold into the warm, woolen knit of what could and was and went and in the busy, building silence of patient seconds and shorter, shallow years- (wanting, then and wanting, still) the several, the shadows, in growing mass who sit, who was, what came, that passed.

Whistle, wind. Gap-toothed and hoarse breathed All choke caught behind, in front, aside Inside. Splayed fingers play silver wire, threaded, threading up, out, and down. I am something cold and mucus thick, Running down, out, inside, on heart, through, to toes To ground.

Goodbye.