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perfectly tailored for Gravity Falls fans it seems

you ready for a deep dive?

because it's deep dive time. it's descending in a rickety submarine to the bottom of the gulp shitto iceberg.

a decent time ago, there was to be a book trilogy. the first of these was to be entitled 'alien exodus', and they were to be written by robert j. sawyer. the idea was to tell the origin of the various species in the star wars universe. this eventually turned into the lucasfilms' alien chronicles and the novels vanished into the ether and did not tell of the origin of humans in that galaxy far, far away.

so, where did humans in the gffa come from, according to alien exodus? well, it all started somewhere in the 25th century, after robots took over, and people were about to be called alphanumeric codes, beginning with thx-0001 (yes, i can feel the cringing and the dread and the nervous laughter). so a bunch of humans, including such luminaries named antonia corelli and paxton solo, pile into what they hope will be a generation ship, aiming for alpha centuri. it happens to have another ship with it, for scouting and things. it's called the 'century eagle'.

corelli & solo & et al don't get to alpha centauri. they end up in a wormhole. it flings them through space, and it flings them through time. it flings them an even longer time ago, to a galaxy far, far away. and the outline for this first novel is available on the internet. as are the sample chapters.

thus, coruscant would be a completely engineered environment with no native complex life. it's not a human homeworld because humans were imported from somewhere else.

it was the '90s. the x-files wouldn't air for another two years. half the time i take it as never-spoken canon because it would put baseline humans in the gffa well before 200 000BBY, which makes it a lot more believable that gffa humans could evolve the various near-human species differences.

FOREWARD

Allow me to set the scene … in 2019, almost a year after the release of WARMTH, I got the urge to craft another project. I was working retail at my first job on the insistence of my parents, who had all but disowned me for deciding not to go to college. My decision to opt out of higher education added more tension to my already-strained relationship with my mother, who had lost all trust in me after I got caught drinking at a party my senior year. Still living with my parents and having no real living expenses, I allocated the bulk of my earnings to herb and wax. I used tree to cope with the isolation of my home life and the loneliness of being the only one of my friends in pursuit of something other than a degree. When I wasn’t alone, I was with my friends having a college experience by proxy, having all kinds of troublesome fun.

Once upon a bloody nose, I took a photo that looked like the perfect cover for a project that could speak to the highs and lows of my latter teen years. I started with the cover and conceptualized the album from there. Sonically, I was inspired by IDLSIDGO (“Grief” in particular), [sLUms], and a plethora of indie rock artists. In stark contrast to the bar-heavy writing on WARMTH, I took a more minimalist approach and rapped in a slow, monotone cadence representative of the hazy state I found myself in most of those days. I experimented with new production and mixing approaches, but I was still largely unstudied in engineering and just a fresher, less-seasoned artist. I have nothing to say about the quality of this project other than, welp, it’s old. It is what it is, and I’m not going to take the time to remix it at this point. There’s too much new shit to focus on. It’s bad enough that I held onto this for so long. I don’t remember exactly why I didn’t drop this, but I think I was either too much of a perfectionist or, more likely, too scared of how it would be received. That being said, I’m still proud of this project, and it still holds a special place in my heart. I love the production on this project. If nothing else, the beats have aged well. I was reminded of this project now as I find myself at the end of a 7 year sobriety cycle that (I hope) I’ve gone through enough times to commit to breaking. It’s kind of scary looking back in my mid-20s realizing I was pretty much just a kid having the experience documented on this album. If I could interact with that younger version of myself now, I’d give him a big hug and some words of affirmation. I think that’s all he really needed. Now, as I Humpty Dumpty myself back together again, I present to you RECKLESS ABANDON.

Your friend, confidant, co-conspirator,

Clyde

LYRICS:

My path uncertain 'cept for death so Lately I just let go Injest smoke in breaths Pour liquor with the sess Know I been neglectful I recollect whole weekends getting bent broke My lungs been spent Throat mostly used to vent smoke Cough and choke It's been a while since I talked or spoke to clergy I heard G's been looking for me, though At least it's not the po I got cock for cops and foes And both them hoes can swallow loads If that's uncalled for, so be it We hit the block in droves Vodka plus a lot of dro Momma say I lost my soul Maybe it's missing Religion been difficult to fit in Stuck in that house Not living, fuck I'm barely existing Need a home that I actually miss When I depart and I go out Starting to doubt there's somewhere I fit in Bouts of optimism wither out and rot and fizz In spite of all I've got to give It's Clyde against the populous No accomplices These niggas weak, I'm opposite Shit, I could never stop and quit Long as time persists Until I drop, I'm dropping hits My future bright, I caught a glimpse

Take all of them punches, all them blows Know that every thorn running up a rose That's just how it goes Middle finger up and full exposed You can't tell me none nigga not a soul tell me how to roll