I'm directing the cables, connecting things. I'm weaving together the major parts, I'm implanting all the pins, I finish the job by fits and starts. it's looking good, it's looking fine, I'm sticking a needle in my vein. my blood is stimulated by a sine, I feel a vibration, but little pain. I'm falling apart, the rhythm dictates my heart. the sound controls my mind, we are now synchronized, we are aligned. I'm falling apart, the rhythm dictates my heart. the sound controls my mind, we are now synchronized, we are aligned. I'm building this machine for my mind, I want to create its own unique kind. this technology is for all of mankind, but I want to synchronize my brain. this machine of sound is a part of me, I've got direct access to its memory. is the machine in control, or is it me? who will it be? who will it be? who will it be? I'm falling apart, the rhythm dictates my heart. the sound controls my mind, 'cause we are now synchronized, we are aligned. I'm taking control, I'll assimilate your soul. I will rule your mind, 'cause we are now synchronized, we are aligned. [I think is a reference of Neuralink before was a thing since the album is from 10 years ago]

We are mind in a box. The band that Mr. Black and the Agency were looking for. one of our friends, her name is Night, gave us the journal of Mr. Black. it contained all of his notes. we want to tell you about it. This is what he wrote. In the beginning, my world was made up of good and evil. I was an agent, fighting for the Agency, like many others before me. We were on one side, the rebels on the other. I thought I knew everything... but I was wrong. at that time, Mr. White was my boss. I trusted him. But there was something else in this world. It was more powerful than anything else. a world that we couldn't control. where the rebels could hide. It was the reason why we were always one step behind. this world was called... the Dreamweb. Going undercover, I tracked down a guy called The Friend. He was one of the key figures of the rebels. one day, when I got too close to him, The Friend killed himself. I thought from now on he is gone and we will never see him again. and again... I was wrong. One day in a club I met someone. her name was Night. she was different. she showed me the world of the rebels: the Dreamweb. The Friend was not dead. He had only switched over into the Dreamweb. They tried to explain everything to me... That everything is connected. They said the music is the key... The music of a band they called mind in a box. You are giving me strength and confidence. You are pushing my fears aside. You are spinning my world about. You are filling my heart with pride.

Don't delete the art... external services do that even if you don't want e_e

One of the latest notes of Menace makes think in these lyrics: The guardians of Mankind Are losin' their faith 'Cause malice and falseness Spread over the human race The guardians of mankind Won't shelter our souls The rulers of darkness Will soon gain control

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Some seraph kill me in the middle of checkpoint/save... GREAT now restart whole level because no way to restore other save points💢

Tip of the spear that end part was wow look at the size of that motherfuckin ship 10 times the size of the unsc ship LOL

El corte que me hice está resultando en que me salga cabello en las entradas donde creí que me estaba quedando calvo... empezó a salir cabello ahí quizá también por lo mismo que aplique cbd allí más aparte las vitaminas usuales. Buenos días

Need to replace home theater, already become faulty, but really lasted so long considering that even I bought second hand in exchange for an xbox back then LOL

Epstein playing with his daughters see comments LOL angry can make you lose your correct judgment. He seem happy like any other father will play with their kids

Imagine being so poor to buy a bikini that you need to ask Grok to put you innit KEK

@miljan I send a report that I got charged for the current month of Primal premium but decided to cancel before the new month, hope can I get my money back if possible, thanks!.

The businessmen got a job to do The Easten world is waiting too. They're sittin' on a bloodstone calling you a beggar, Waitin' for another deal in open cars. The presence of the men gives a bad vibration, They're countin' dollar bills, and they're workin' on The final countdown Countdown I'm sitting all around and I'm waitin' for the lyrics they gotta be cool, gotta satisfy the critics. "Sign of warning all across the edges" maybe too pathetic... and my pencil scratches, Meanwhile X is comin' from Miami Another perfect deal was made in open cars. I don't care 'cos I'm much too busy, I have to write my lyrics And I'm waiting for the final countdown, Countdown. It's jut a matter of time We're only waitin' for the end of the world And we got nothing to lose We're only servants of the monsters we curse. It's just a matter of time We can be sure we'll be doin' our worst. And we're waiting for the countdown. We're sittin' all around and we drink our lage, Thanks to God we got no embargo. What is left to do when you're looking for pleasure, Somehow we gotta lose the pressure. We're sittin' on a blood stone, worker, boss and beggar. I don't give a damn I want my open car. God has turned to money, Jesus is a Liqueur I'd rather get my record done and party for the final, COUNTDOWN, COUNTDOWN.

The sun rises… its surface speckled with dots of light. Oil wells burn. Flies crawl over a dying child. A decontamination tent. Car fumes. Famine. A river of mud. A landslide. War. Pollution. Gazelles. A knife cuts through raw meat. Lightning. A baboon bears its fangs. Headless plucked chickens on a conveyer belt.

Gm ☕🤙

what if.. gn zZzz