(zen michelin - nazca lines) ▪ and that's why we carved the lines ▪ ..................... ▪ to see it from the sky ▪ it was finished just in time ▪ ▪ ▪ and i hope they always are ▪ now things are like before ▪ and threw away our spears and swords ▪ so we called off the war ▪ and ears of indian corn ▪ and beans and squash and bitter gourds ▪ revealing jars of vegetable oil ▪ we peeled away the grass and soil ▪ ▪ ▪ and thats why we ran away ▪ ......................... ▪ we could only see their bones ▪ they had no blood or skin ▪ ▪ ▪ while they made music with their mouths ▪ so we started to sing ▪ came alive and danced around ▪ a couple creatures that we drew ▪ and made patterns on the ground ▪ we looked down at the earth ▪ free like a bird ▪ we floated around
▪ i was in the library ▪ when i heard your name in my ear ▪ my friends blame ghosts ▪ ............ ▪ when I went outside ▪ the sky was turning black ▪ ............ ▪ i saw you in the library ▪ even though you're two states away ▪ my friends blame ghosts ▪ ............ ▪ when I went outside ▪ it was just beginning to rain ▪ ............ ▪ driving home I wondered ▪ when you go to sleep ▪ do you dream of me? ▪ (julia brown - library)

Information archivist and digital musician
with an undying love for underground and DIY art, 
cats, and my friends.



  

    

    

  
  

    

  

    

    
Primary contributions to the WWW 
(what you can visit here):
  
  

    
 
    
DEPTHSOFTHENET
Daily music blog
1000+ rambling entries
  
  

    
 
    
OPENNOTE
Ongoing research


  

    

    
FANMADE RELEASES
Unofficial and fanmade album vault
MP3 dealer
  
  

    
 
    
WINAMP SKINS
Homemade Winamp themes
Just for fun :^)


  

    
 
    
DIGITIZATIONS
Audiovisual media
(Mostly thrift store finds)
  
  

    
 
    
DOCUMENTS
Rare books and other texts
More coming eventually
  
  

    
 
    
AUDIO
Internet love songs
Thank you all
  
  

    
 
    
DANCE
Homemade Stepmania charts
Unsure if playable
  
  

    
 
    
OTHER PAGES
NXC NOTES - Post-nightcore research
EMOJI SPELLS - Microphenomena archiving
POETRY - Age 15 through 16
DELETED PHOTOS - Linkrot victims
DEBRIS - Scrapped and abandoned pages
  
  

    

    
(OFFSITE) CATLAND
Louis Wain archive and database
Collab with Frippp of Distin
  
  

    
 
    
EXTERNAL LINKS 
    〜 RYM 
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    〜 ARC HIVE
    〜 DISCORP: ysengrym
  
  
  

    
         
Interests:
Data hoarding, indexing, and preservation ● 
Software brutalism, "obsolete" technology ● 
Underground music and art ● 
Nature ● 
Anthro animals ● 
Trying to help others ● 

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last login never
personal data collection 2015-2024
touchscreen new age
data center hymns                 
lost and found
tattered fragments recollected    
mp3 flurry
dj mix collection                 
ecological networking
megapixel enlightenment           
visual works
media assembleage                 
new home
ambient sanctuary                 
home video
diy broadcasts                    
 friends forever
 nightcore shrine                  
   digital winter
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my cat is sad. no one else in his family is a cat we are all human except for him he is excluded from most things and no one tells him why         he just wants to play and be loved he looks at us with wonder and disappointment he says hello i am a cat what is my existence what is that why it and not me please can you look at me and love me too  　　　can i have some of your food please im sorry i dont like my food so much do you want to play with my toys? this one is my favourite         do you like me are we brothers why didnt i grow up why am i so small can you help me be happy　　　　where are you going

You never really let the dreamlike days go
Live your second life before your first one's over