(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

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
STREET VIEW - Digital fragments
  
  

    

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

    
 
    
EXTERNAL LINKS 
    〜 RYM 
    〜 LAST.FM 
    〜 MAIL
    〜 DISCORP: ysengrym
  
  
  

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

Net works:

  

    

    

    

    

    

    

    

    

    

    
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
   physical construction             
  

           
Though empty silent peace this virtue's stay — watch the towers crumble and drift apart — this illusory kingdom falls away — Loosening threads unbind — and something silent has long called for me — Cut through to the very bone of being — Empty winter skies beckon us all — echoes with neither name nor recall


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