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long time no post

i'm too lazy

or boring

or both

might push myself a bit to make some posts about records or movies or...beeeeer ! :-D
all of which i consume a lot.

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MCS - Nomic

www.myspace.com/lemiacis

http://www.mediafire.com/?nmzw4mubyiu

41minutes and 1 second
46MB

Galaxy route
Lavasaur
Beware of slippery engine
My fist Your face
Why we'll never date (doomnoisecomp track)

doom/noise compilation

this is the compilation by serfx up for downloads on mediafire if anyone dropping by is interested i'm just posting the link.

www.mediafire.com/download.php?ld1tytyg1dz

tracklist is:

1. Ultratwin - Behind The Music - Boris & the Nightcreepers
2. Stewart - Untitled?
3. Aen - Welcome To The Machine
4. Reece/Endsjustifymeans - Baby Slitter - Four Walls Zero Doors Me and Me
5. DEZB1 - Don't Dance For The Man
6. Kim - Why We'll Never Date
7. LightRailCoyote - Stream Of Conciousness
8. Mage - Mythics
9. serfx - sequence 05:depth perception
10. Mezzio - Over
11. BacchusPaul - Edible Cannibals
12. Ultratwin - Death: Embracing The Beauty
13. LightRailCoyote/Kim - International Relationship - A Subject of Doom
14. BlackCatBone - Micro Penis

october

october, i found a job at a store, love the job itself it's what i want to do. but not so much the shit that's been happening...it's making me paranoid. supposedly i've had a cash register money shortage and totally did not expect this to happen so i've no idea and no proof wtf happened, feeling really down/worried/paranoid. most of my colleagues i think are nice people, if i made a mistake then that's my responsibility but i don't know when or where i went wrong so i keep pondering about it. i didn't eat all day today and barely slept, trying to figure it out.
i feel stupid but also the more i keep thinking the more i start to realise it might not have even been my fault, obviously i can't mention this to them because it would look like i'm not picking up my responsibility and am looking for excuses.
i guess some things you'll never know for sure and just have to accept it and never know what was the cause.

supposed to go to antwerp tomorrow to get together and make some ridiculously loud music, i don't even feel like it, but i did just open a bottle of very nice merlot maybe that will change the mood a bit. i work on friday, fingers crossed, i even hope to get some clarity on what happened but doubt i will get any and just have to go through the whole day with evil eyes on me.
my friend made a doom/noise compilation that should be ready on friday so i have that to look forward to when i need to clear my mind friday evening. i made a track for it too (mcs) and am really looking forward to other contributions !!

gvfggrebrb

sometimes i really wonder what the fuck i'm doing or doing the right thing if there's even such a thing. i'm not talking about personal or professional stuff, but about my hobby.
i love making music, i love playing in bands and the interaction and energy, but i also love being alone to make music..just that i'm not sure what i'm doing right now is right...when i'm just having fun and just make goofy loud sounds i so love doing it...like ...very selfish. but then when i realise someone else hears it, wether they say it sucks or doesn't i can't help but feel awkward. it's almost like a guilty pleasure you don't want anyone to know but at the same time you think it's cool and you want people to know...really torn. it's like having a crush on someone but you know it's gonna make you vulnerable when you tell them so you keep it to yourself..but then in some moment of randomness (or drunknenness lol) you let them know and the next day you're like 'wtf did i do...fuuuck i feel awkward, what are they gonna think of me' and all these thoughts are racing through your head.

..i guess it's an ego thing, ego sucks.

sleater kinney

were so awesome



i think this is the album that means to most to me, not the best maybe, but the songs have all these twists that make it so complex and the melodies that only kick in midway a song, it's amazing.