One of New Music’s most fascinating achievements has been the importation of music performance to physical places where performance hasn’t yet happened. Iannis Xenakis, for example, scripted large works for musicians spread throughout an audience. Trombonist Stuart Dempster and accordionist Pauline Oliveros ventured into unexplored territory more definitively with Deep Listening, a CD that took them into the massive, 14-foot deep Fort Worden Cistern to record their performance. As a concept, deep listening involves vastly elongated tonalities that draw cavernous echoes into the music. Dempster’s trombone sails like the largest hull tanker to make music, and Oliveros’s accordion plays magical tones that barely seem from the real world. Panaiotis, who performed as the third member of the Deep Listening Band after this CD, provides stretched voice, whistling, and found sounds. Meditative with all the urgency of avant-garde music, Deep Listening is an entrancing, seamless wonder. –Andrew Bartlett
heyyy!! I don’t exactly have a favorite topic because I like too many things, but i’ll tell you some of my favs!
movies, videogames, anime, music, fanfiction ecc…
I love talking about things which have unfortunately been (partially) forgotten. like old nintendo DS games and underrated series and movies. kisses from m xx!! <3
I didn’t make a post talking about the new gorillaz album, but me changing the theme of my blog should get the message across about how I feel
You know…I’m not the first to say this…And I won’t be the last…
But Poppy Playtime lowk a better version of Garden of BanBan!? And I’m saying that as someone who likes Poppy Playtime and kinda garden of BB when it first came out!!!
This is the villain group. They also into athletics: flexibility, agility, strength, endurance particularly in sexual such as 7.
2 looks like he implanted children like me and the Japanese shoulder 5x5er. They all probably axis off the belly button tying and birth-tracking usually shopping/eating with their eyes akin to child modeling but as a brochure.
The Light side to child model is in me which draws the women of that day towards their childhood.
I’m not able to get lit(opposite of depressed) here in this seer jail.
7 is laughing about his rape cuz me like this means it goes on.
3 made a baby as you know. Not all dads are dark side, duh unless they look like 7!
Westwood is sad their fair play didn’t get to happen. It wasn’t about actually seeing the Eastern PAX JUDAICA and Mars-tech offensive to get the artists to supply.
The programmer shrunk out cuz maybe they couldn’t(cuz they dark side) do important things required to make national-global!
It’s hard to make mili theme games without falling for the darkside.
Original War’s safety zones of mind are in the way the game is designed around protecting every soldier. Online intensifies combat to where you might use suicide units.
U can tell 2 and 3 looks like ICE goons. That short guy kept falling under 7 cuz the what the people want drives street dominion and 7 feels he must conquer.
Taking me out of play and under the succubus is one of his objectives.
Today, I’m writing this in a BPD psychotic episode. I’ve been manically depressed for almost two months, with feelings of loss of a sense of reality and complete bewilderment.
I’ve decided that I don’t want to be Muslim any more. As of this week, I’m not sure I believe in God. I am so angry that I cursed at God yesterday and told him I hated him, if he even exists. I have had urges to pick up my religious books, such as the Qur'an and just start ripping out pages.
I don’t think God is the positive, or holy entity that we have made him to be. We have been told that everything in this life is a test, and you must past all tests to earn your rightful place in heaven. However, we have no proof that heaven exists. And if you think about it, if God created this world, and created all living things and human beings, he is the one who made us so flawed. He created a big floating possibly sphere shaped object in space, and filled it with complete and utter chaos. What I picture is this - you know an investigation interview room with a one-way mirror, through which you are being observed? I view God as that in this moment. An individual staring at us through his mirror, with a bowl of popcorn, laughing at us like some fucked up science experiment. Look at these fucking animals! He says.
What does he see? Well, he sees what he has created, which is Hell. He will look through the one-way mirror and see Hell. He will see a country bombing another entire country, “to wipe it off the face of the earth”. He would see the breakdown of marriage and family, he would see people dying by suicide, he would see all the mental illnesses that he created. You can’t say only we are responsible for these illnesses. They are visible in our brain scans. You will see massive outbreaks of disease and infection. He will see nuclear warfare that we are creating for no other reason than to harm each other with it one day. He will see killings, public executions, racism, skid row, Vancouver’s downtown East Side, Ottawa’s King Edward / Shepherd’s of Good Hope Slum. He would see people destroying holy sites. He would see people climbing Mount Everest and dying and leaving each other behind. He would see millionaires abandoning their children and the people in need of the world. He would see ICE ripping families apart. He would see people using drugs and alcohol to cope with life. He would see animal extinction, mass water pollution, genocides, climate change. He would see slavery. He would see people working themself to death. He would see people killing and torturing each other based off skin colour. He would see the cost of living and families inability to even spend time together because parents must work 2-3 jobs just to survive. He would see parents hurting their children. Children hurting their parents. He would see men and women using each other and hurting each other.
And that being said - I believe that God is sick. God created this sick planet of Hell, while he watches us through a one-way mirror looking at us like a bunch of test dummies. Why would he create us, to put us through, 10, 20, 30…100 years of pure hell and agony.
And pretty much every coping mechanism created by human, could land you a place in hell, other than prayer. But there are even strict rules around prayer. You must be pure. You must not be on your period even if you need support the most while on your period, another thing created by God. Another barrier. You will got to hell for sex, which brings many joy and stress relief, if you fall in deep love he will rip you apart, you will go to hell for using drugs or alcohol, which makes everyone feel happier to a degree, you go to hell for being angry, you go to hell for hurting people even if they ripped your heart out first, you go to hell for stealing even though most of us are poor, you go to hell basically for every possible coping mechanism that your mind could create to survive in this life. But we are expected to abstain, in the name of Allah? Also… don’t forget, if you kill yourself, you will also go to hell. It’s a sick game. Almost like we’re all in the movie SAW. That’s how I feel. Saw off your own leg to survive. And MAYBE you will get into heaven. Hopefully.
So does God REALLY love us? Is God REALLY the most merciful? The most loving?
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Maki Taki is back with another Topic, that didn’t rhyme but I’m in the flow woahhh. Okay, I’ve actually been wanting to do this topic for awhile lol. SO EVERYONE BETTER LOCK IN OR ELSE IM GONNA CLOCK OUT. Maki now presents to the jury (you guys) case 1, religious aesthetics. Imagine this, scrolling on Pinterest, huzz there, aesthetic there, and all of a sudden you see a Pin titled; “Aphrodite is NOT an aesthetic”. I, at first, agree because who wouldn’t if your religious figure was put up on display and gawked at by others and then fandomized, and then aestheticized. I scroll through the comments as any normal person would do and see different opinions. “As a Helpol (Hellenistic Polytheistic, a religious term for people who don’t necessarily identify with paganism and worship Greek deities), I do not find this disrespectful. I worship Aphrodite and I think she would love it if I made her a board of her!” Well, dearest commenter, that’s VERY different! People who worship the deity such as yourself are perfectly fine to do that! It could be used as an altar or offering. For people who don’t share the same religious beliefs, they use it differently! And that difference is very disrespectful. It’s basically turning the beach, the color pink, and seashells with a picture of Aphrodite and saying “Aphrodite aesthetic!!” while being completely ignorant of an entire religion. These same people are exactly why I steer clear of any PJO (Percy Jackson & The Olympians) and EPIC: The Musical fans. I’ve had very bad experiences with some and I repeat SOME fans from those fan bases disrespecting paganism and Helpols. Aestheticizing a deity isnt quirky nor cute, it doesn’t make you some very special person, and it certainly doesn’t make your words truer than everyone else’s! ❤️ While some may claim, “I don’t see any issue in it if it’s the mythological version or fandom version of Aphrodite!” Well, I beg to differ. That brings us to case 2, fandom/mythology VS deity/religion. I saw another pin saying, “it’s extremely disrespectful to cosplay Apollon since he is not a character!” I agree with the statement and look to the comments. “I think cosplaying Apollon is completely fine since there are fandom versions of the deity so it isn’t technically the actual deity but the characterized version of the deity!” I get where you’re coming from, I really do! I’m really Switzerland on this whole entire debate on fandom version of deity vs actual deity but I still have my own points of view. I find it disrespectful to fandomize a deity. Helpols know that myths are man-made. So, saying that, to put a deity into say EPIC or PJO is sort of disrespectful. I get that there’s a whole religion but let’s look at how Christian’s view Hazbin Hotel or any other show revolving around Heaven and Hell. I understand that there’s mythology to every religion and that you can easily use that excuse to do whatever you want with that mythology but it doesn’t make it any less disrespectful. Greek Mythology is man-made, I get that there’s fandom spaces and all that good stuff. What I don’t like is the cosplays. “Well I’m cosplaying the character” no youre not, youre cosplaying a deity. “Well, I cosplayed Jesus and everyone loved it!” Well, different religion = different reactions. This religion has been through rough times with all the mythology stuff. We don’t need to make it rougher with fandoms acting like their character is just a character and not a deity. Naming an OC Artemis isnt the deity. Naming a character Artemis with clear traits, appearance, etc is the deity. A lot of people are divided over this it’s hard to pick a side when they both have good claims. I’ve stated mine and I’ve already said I’m like Switzerland. The whole debate on fandom/mythology and the actual deity is complex and many good sides to it excluding the ones that say “erm, actually, Greek deities don’t exist! 🤓 “ and to those I say, syau in a very kindhearted and respectful way of course! Maki Taki is now at the word limit so farewell and goodbye!
Hey, guys! What’s up?
I’m taking part in the “bring back old technology” movement. I’m not gonna lie, I see potential in this movement and there’s a reason I’m not even calling it a trend. I truly, truly believe that this might help many people and heal the world, somehow.
This is how I’m acting on it:
I’m removing new techonology items from my life gradually. I was born in 1999 and I lived a life without internet untill the age of 12, but despite this, I realized it’s impossible to go through my daily life with no mobile phone, mainly because of my job, my bank account commissions, my sanity documents and other stuff that nowadays requiers an internet connection, a digital identity and so on. Either way, I can not have access to my own money, doctor’s appointments and other things.
I’d consider my “relationship” with social media quiet healthy. I’ve always used it mindfully but I don’t need it. I’m deleting most of the ones I’m currently using just to casually have fun on one or two platforms because I think that’s what you’re supposed to do while scrolling every once in a while: chill and have fun, and occasionally take a nice picture and post it with no pressure.
I do NOT use any streaming platforms: they cost too much, you have to watch ads just like on YouTube or offline channels and you have a hundred of titles but somehow nothing to watch at the same time.
Since I’m a technician, I’m telling you guys I’m thinking about building my own dvd player and just buy DVDs. I love cinema. I love movies and I want that activity of watching a movie to be magical again like when I was a little girl. The effort put into it, the opening a box and be careful about that ‘cause you own that shit and it has VALUE.
And going to the movies, you guys, I think that’s underestimated. I feel so isolated in my adulthood and I think that going out to the cinema to watch something I’m excited about could only make that experience unforgettable.
This goes for music, too.
I LOVE music and my Spotify and Apple Music subscription was a non-negotiable for me, but the whole point of having to be subscribed to music is starting to feel off to me. I’m buying CDs and an MP3 and go to concerts and shit. I want it to feel like magic again and not just a “background chill noise.”
I have a PS5 and that’s the last thing I’m going to take care of because I don’t really use it much either. I’m unsubscribing from PS+ first thing off and then I’ll probably sell it.
I’m also buying as less as possible. I never been a consumist: I wear my shoes untill they rip apart. I wear my hoodies untill I can’t anymore. I don’t even use much make-up as a girl. I hate Shein and Temu, so that’s more of a personal thing but I’m trying not to buy things online anymore.
For example, I love reading and I have some books on my to-read list, and instead of searching it on Amazon I might just go outside and walk to the bookstore. And if I don’t find it, just like it happened in September, I might just look around and see if something completely new and different catches my eye. That’s how I ended up reading “The Sellout” by Paul Beatty recently and you guys, that was exactly the book I needed to read right now.
Lastly, I’m ditching wi-fi. I can do my things just using my mobile-data and I don’t need or want a smartTV or anything.
I want to read books, go for walks under the sun, pay attention to what I’m doing, go to work without thinking about what I’m doing later. Learn how to cook. Draw. Go skateboarding with my friends. Travel. Be present. Make memories. Meaningful and immersive memories.
I’m keeping Tumblr for a while because I use it as a sort of diary. Anyways, I truly hope this movement reaches as many people as possible and actually start living again.
Let me know what you think. And please remember I’m a real person writing this. Just saying.
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The crimson time of day, my dears.I would like to inform you about the upcoming “*Topics*“” as I call them…
And what exactly is in the upcoming “*Topics*”? Will you ask me!
Ahem-
Closer to the point, namely, what are “*Topics*”?
“*Topics*” is the term that I use to refer to certain topics at the moment (namely, there are all kinds of news, etc.).
But at the moment I’m working on my own art and some projects that I’d like to share with you. But now, I suffer severely from procrastination, plus all sorts of tests are taking place there…
Want to talk about a interesting topic what’s a series or games that you always wanted to get into but just don’t have the time to do it, here are a few of mines for example
TOPIC - Live in Bali 2025 | Afro House (Full Set)
Distinctive sound – combining emotional grief-stricken lyrics with a exhilarating sound to forge a completely new sub-genre known as “melancholic house music”
so for a hot while i have been noticing that trashy tumblr has been censoring my entire posts that i upload on the regular tags.. it used to be noticeable on the tags, me making a post it will appear but now i noticed and i have no idea when these assholes did this crap but my posts are no where to be seen.. i have seen it occur to others on here and i dont know why or how this is happening 😑…im just stuck here.. and wondering if any of my recent ppg post will even reach anyone 🙃.. thanks garbage tumblr.
Writing prompt - A pacifist knight who defies the kings orders and decides NOT to slay the dragon
.expectations.
above: This is what plays as I write
I sit here and contemplate my life
I lay here in the dark and remember, The times mom would rock me to sleep, with the rocking chair my aunt gave us, to help ease away the nightmares that woke me screaming. And the times she’s read the paper or watched the news while I rested on her lap, on the couch.
I think about those tender moments and my brain won’t let me find comfort there, in missing her and my life.
and even the times she was critical… it crushes the comfort of the memories…
I have been continuously forced to release everything I love. And I’ve hold on to everything because I’ve put people and things above myself.
I wonder why none of it stays…
I was shuffled about all my life and while I had things I wanted more. While I had people I wanted more and even now I want more of what was, but also nothing at all….
I have struggled forever to sit in the now. And everyone expects me to meditate and ground.
But I think, in writing this I know why I never could and have not been able to. And hope in seeing it I can finally do so…
The now has never felt safe. So I flit to what was, in my broken memory, the happiness in the fleeting moments, where I felt home or safe or happy, and in the pain, that even felt safer…
when highs and lows are not happening, and no one is there, talking to me, and the silence deafens my mind so my mind gets louder, unbearably so…
I fill it with pain…
The times I tried to please people more because I thought I’d finally be accepted… I tried harder to belong, in places I didn’t fit, to be worthy to people who only saw flaws…
I keep searching for this place… of belonging… because I’ve never found home… I don’t think I was held enough when I screamed in the night…
Many times in my life I’ve tried to end it.
In my sleep I was taken to the hospital at age 6 or 7 barely breathing… they said asthma but I’m finding maybe it was apnea all along…
I was born early, 2 months, with lungs never the right size… my other siblings never made it, from that mother… I think I was the last.
A miracle they said.
I should be happy to be here.
People have it worse
I should want to try harder
I should be grateful
I should love more
I should try harder
I should … I should…
Want to live…
I’m wanted…
But no one stays…
No one proves it…
I keep searching…
For that one hug that won’t let me go…
For that one lullaby that won’t end…
For the peace in the dark, instead of the crushing fear or silence
The sleep that is restful and not trying to kill me, the dreams that don’t hunt me…
I should love the blessings I have
But … it’s taken.. if I do wrong
So what did I do wrong this time?
they said
Get a job
Go to school
Marry
Find love
Get a place
get a job
Go make friends
Ok. I just had all of that…
Take care of myself
Find someone who does that too..
But she stabbed me in the back and everyone leaves and none of this is permanent or fulfilling…
They said I’d be happy with all of this…
This was meaning… but it was not mission…
This was not what I wanted..
I just wanted to be held…
Not hurt…
Not abandoned…
Wanted…
Someone to stay…
Someone to say I love you and not use it to hurt me…
I needed to love me more… but…
Love was not meant for me to keep for myself…
I’m not ok just loving myself
But everyone says I’m so selfish…
I just don’t want to be hurt again…
I don’t want money…
I don’t want things…
I just want to belong…
And this must scare people for some reason…
This vulnerability in me…
Does no one want this too?
What’s wrong with me that everyone stays away… picks me a part… and leaves me to bleed… blaming me when I am just a little to broken to play too…
I want that hug that puts me back together… and when someone says everything will be ok… it’s true… forever….
October 16, 2025
1:00 AM
Mother in Spirit
Mother in Spirit
When I was 4, a little before, a little after. I had a mom… like, between sleeping, between waking, rescuing me in my nightmares…. Sitting with me before I felt safe. I didn’t know one day I wouldn’t see her again…. I feel like she said that day would come and to be so brave… I was here for a reason… I held her image in my mind a lot longer, than she stayed…. Tall, thin, so so long silver hair… and she sang to me…. I think some melodies I used to know on my piano for awhile…. Or hear in dreams…. The ones where I’m safe and it’s hard to wake up…. Even now… but especially back then….
The world was scary… I don’t remember much as a child… I remember being in different houses all the time, and people yelling at me a lot and I don’t know why….
Dreams of being lost, and alone…. I had to save others… often.. but first save myself….
The dreams they don’t tell you are part of your life… my Ex’s niece says I protected her from something… and maybe others have dreamt of me too…. But… still… I wonder where this spirit mother went… did my infantile mind just create her to help me get through the thousand transitions of my early life…. The soul deep bright blue eyes… comforting hugs…. Beautiful songs…. Safe energy…. She looks nothing like my earthly family…. But I remember the mother that looked out for me… and kept me safe…. I wish…. I could talk to her again…. See her…
Any of them again…. I miss my mothers…
