Due to boredom and longing, I have crafted a maximalist listening room in headspace where I can put my favorite music on and tune this utter bathroom of a world out. One of us may attempt to draw it later. My fucking hell woman of a headmate has invaded it since I’m in front and is now literally chopping up several cassette tapes in there. She says she’s “making magic”, but I’m scared, frankly.

Whoever let Allēna have access to music production knowledge in the first place has no idea what they unleashed upon this world and should be blocked immediately.

Anyway, I have things to do. We’ll see what accursed things this woman concocts…

-Lazarus