I've got an album with a bunch of pretty pictures. I recorded it inside of my washing machine, and then I recorded that recording inside of my closet while watching a video about Mario 64's Goomba A.I. and eating ice cream on my bed. I slowed it down by 15% and made a visualizer while listening to it, then I sped it up and put the file that wasn't in the washing machine or the closet over that. Kind of a mix of what I think e-celebrity would be like and dissociating into a version of myself that thinks I'm an e-celebrity, then looking at all my antics from outside here and there and getting kinda disturbed by it. I'm really schizophrenic right now about what's gender dysphoria and what's just me dissociating, there's copes disguised as either one peppered throughout my entire subconscious. I think it ends on a good note, life's what you make of it. I'm making myself, and in that sense I'm closer to God for it.
Oh yeah, uh, please don't get a seizure from watching the video. Lots of flashing images moving really fast.
"Gimme the deets!"