oh my god one of my friends who hasn’t been online in like a year saying “GUESS WHO’S BACK FUCKER” as soon as I got online and then another one of him said GUESS WHO’S BACK FUCKER and another and another and 8 in total and they had the same avatar and I got so fucking disorientated god damn it you guys don’t do this to me
I started writing a new song. This is just the rough vocal demo idea i’m rolling with. Gotta get my guitar out and start riffing around next.
wafte through the air No longer alone or so full of dispair memories like lightening her smile, her touch he strums the guitar she’s gone, it’s been months you were in my grasp so close. A mis step, a mudslide you fled from my side and now I sit here alone with your shadow. And though my self hate has drowned out any hope i’m brought back to that time by these notes old CD’s and LP’s, from boxes buried long ago acoustic, nostalgic, resurgence of feelings unknown
I’ve got stockholm syndrome and my jailer is regret. Memories hold me at gun point but also shelter me and keep me fed. I’m jailed in my heart, locked inside my brain. I’d shed a tear but I can’t I’ve become pain.
Moot retired, The3Eds and all its content is down and gone forever, the vast majority of the krew is in college, only a select few of us are bound to succeed (my compatriots in failure know who they are), yet another beloved minecraft server was collectively abandoned overnight, and we’re still growing old. It’s not all over, but it is all ending and there’s barely fucking anything any of us can do about it.
I tried my hand at pixel art. I’ve never legit sprited shit, and for my first time honestly i don’t hate it that much. I actually like the arm. I’ll prolly come back to this and try and keep tweaking it until it looks presentable.