Čudo se možda desilo, a možda i nije!

Microkorg S, guitar, Korg Volcas. Improv jam done in one take, unless I mess up really bad, then I try again.

The Analog Sun pierces through the blinds and windows of The Digital City, signalling a new day has begun.

It doesn't compile I still cannot parse how I became this glitchy machine My mind was scraped clean ---- Samples Used: Microsoft Kathy Voice

i t d o e s n ' t c o m p i l e .. . . .. 0 10101 ---- Samples: * Microsoft Kathy Voice * (Freesound) : 256206_jagadamba_synthesized-singing-voice-note-c-variation-10.wav

Lost in a sigh A victim of flight Bare, no thoughts blank stare too gone to even care Thought Eater so lost in anesthesia bit by bleepin byte shorting out the lights Muse Gorger subdued by cold ambrosia there's no sleep no mind…

The invaders merely filled the empty space with their presence. The mass mind-wipe had done all the preparatory work for them. It was just a matter of reseeding the empty husks that were left. --- Samples Used: Apollo 11 / NASA [Public Domain…

Wyoming is just an old Italian word meaning 'No State Here' -Garfield Sample Credits - Can I get an AMEN?

I woke up from this sleep as somebody else like a puppet pulling on my own strings Orbiting around my very head Alive? Undead? What does it matter? We invite you in To our humble abode We invite you in out from the cold We invite…

the vacant city deconstructing itself around me soulless NPCs stroll self-same trajectories eyes vacant gaze long since died dead reveries no thoughts remain inside --- Freesound Sample Used: 250270__niedec__11-minutes-of-city-sounds…

Awash in cold glow Of the Neon Light Moving Too Slow To View the Dilute Skyline Of a city that now feels like a tomb The few that are left have checked out of the room these streetways may've seen better days…

An analog sun gleams over the digital city, illuminating all its glitchy, imperfect bits and bytes.

If one seed fails to take root, there are infinite more chances.