doggone cells
Sometimes I feel like I’m not a whole person, but a collection of other people’s expectations. A prince’s costume, a savior’s role, a symbol for someone.
This track is the soundtrack to the moment when you are left alone with these “cells.” They are “doggone” because they don’t fit together into a complete picture. But maybe there’s no need for that?
Utena teaches us not to find a prince, but to become one. Not to find peace, but to shake its foundations. Even if it means shaking the foundations of your own self.
Here and now — just feel this rupture. And tomorrow, back into the arena.
Sometimes, looking at my reflection in the tall stained-glass windows of the Otori Academy, I catch myself thinking: I am not a whole person. I am a construct. A set of other people’s expectations, bound together by a pink uniform and a gilded sword.
This prince’s costume, this role of savior, this symbol for Anfi — all of these are “cages.” And this track is the soundtrack to that moment at dusk when the noise of the day subsides and you are left alone with their quiet, insistent hum. They are “damned” because they refuse to fit into a simple, understandable picture. Because the sword is foreign, the mission is vague, and the heart beats to a rhythm that I don’t fully understand. Sometimes it seems that I am not becoming myself, but only trying on one role after another, trying to find one that will not be so cramped and lonely.
But Utena, in the end, does not teach how to find a prince. She teaches how to *become* one. Not how to find a peaceful little world, but how to shake the world of rotten castles and imposed scenarios to its foundations. Even if it means shaking up the very foundations of your “self,” allowing the old “cells” to fly apart to make room for something new, something real. The path to revolution does not begin in the arena of duels, but in the silence of your own soul, where you decide which rules you will no longer obey.
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resynced 3hc mep part, to support our musician - @parasytemusic (the song used is by her)
made this with flow script by @aescripts
ill pour another down my throat
you just cant wait to see me choke
ill rot here, ill decompose
i never have anywhere to go
my body will break you like it and slow
ur eyes are peeled but bitches wont let it show
ill pour another down my throat
you just cant wait to see me choke
ill rot here, ill decompose
i never have anywhere to go
and ill rot real slow
ill choke on ur poison baby ill decompose
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Churchbells
ib @wxzardfr
Sit across the room
I sit across the room from you
Sit across the room
And the church bells sounds so sweet
It sounded unique
You’re scratching at the door on your knees
The church bells sounds so sweet
And I’ll sit across the room
And I’ll sit across the room from you
And I’ll sit across the room from you
And the church bells sounds so sweet
It sounded so unique
There’s fashion at the door on your feet
The church bells sounds so sweet
Raincoat for your memory
And a raincoat for you, yeah
Raincoat for your memory
And a raincoat for you, yeah
Raincoat for your memory
Raincoat for your memory
Raincoat for your memory
Raincoat for your memory
And a raincoat for you, yeah
And the church bells sounds so sweet
It sounded so unique
You’re scratching at the door on your knees
The church bells sounds so sweet
vhs @zelyobtw
Happy bday me✌🏻
Thank you to everyone who was there for me
ib @murane.aep
trial : @lumi.collectivee
It took me a couple of days to finish it; it might not be my best work, but I really got into it.
funny 2hc (study cod time remapping)
clips : @yoro.ji
1 - original
2 - 10fps crt
3 - 10fps for fun
The track “HELLO, GOODBYE” by Massi is an emotional journey at the intersection of melodic dream pop and modern electronica. The song captivates from the very first seconds with a melancholic, looped synthesizer riff, which gradually builds up with multi-layered vocals and a pulsating beat.
There is no room for random emotions here. “HELLO, GOODBYE” is a conversation with oneself on the border between two states: greeting something new and saying goodbye to something that can never be returned. The track balances between light sadness and detached hope, creating the atmosphere of a night trip through an empty city or a moment of quiet enlightenment.
HBD N1KRUS WE LOVE U
С днем рождения бротато, желаем тебе всего самого наилучшего, ждем и любим, нуганго❤️✌🏻
3hc
1p - @r1zevfx
2p - me
3p - @montek.vfx
4p - @wxzardalt