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spliff is this gay emo band from socal. originally it was going to be evil metal shit but then julian became more honest about his sexual identity and ever since then we've been writing pretty little twinkly songs and the occasional evil bop. spliff has written several songs but we are all scared of the wires on computers and how they might shock us so they are private matters for the time being.
also known as the torta cracker, julian has cracked every torta west of the mississippi. also east of the mississippi. don't get me started on north and south. i'm sitting next to lily right now and she's pointing out that 'north and south' of the mississippi is a geographical impossibility but honestly she's gayer than julian is so disregard her opinion entirely
also known as fern the fungus is guitarist and scream vocals of spiff. he has this cat named chief Keef and he is so chill. like fr guys you gotta meet this cat. hes kinda rrough around the edges and like dude i actually got this huge fucking scratch mark on my arm rn because he raked me and then bit the shit out of my hand but he's orange which i think is cool and he has a curious and eccentric spirit.
actually going to use ajahs section to talk about julian more. this motherfucker keeps tuning his damn guitar between every damn song and also last week he was tweaking because he couldnt hear his guitar amp even tho it was cranked hella. just kidding julian i know you are stressed about pressing matters in your home and academic life and love you very much. kissies
avery saved my entire family from a burning building once and engineered a bionic leg for my disabled chihuahua. that second part is a lie told by lily because lily is a massive despicable liar but the part about the burning building and the family is true.
lily is not actually a member but i wanted to dedicate a special part of this page to talking about how much she sucks. lily is the one who set the burning building on burning with the family inside. and disabled my Chahuaha. Chuaha. lily regularly makes antisemitic remarks on twitter and does not believe in affirmative action, claiming 'i won't be able to get a job because of these damn (redacted) as well as these fucking (redacted).' lily has been described as 'unfunny' and 'not that interesting.' actually the exact quote was 'i don't find [lily] funny or interesting.' next merch drop will include stickers of this message will be available
The nature of relationship between drummer and guitarist can best be modeled after the retrograde orbits of two astral bodies flung headfirst into symetrically opposite paths around a strong gravitational body, otherwise known as the Bassist.
In figure 2.1, we see a visualization of this analytical approach. Note first the red lines and the strange unintelligible symbols attached to them. These are representative of the limited nature of our human understanding and the vast infinitude of the unknown, that which expands inconceivably fast beyond any potential measure of our achievable knowledge. Next we move onto the big circles. The largest and centermost circle is aforementioned gravitational source known as bass player. Note the sheer size and majesty of the circle. These denote wisdom, potential, mastery, social aptitude and likeability. In an applied context, bassist could be visualized as a star or a black hole, a cosmological yin and yang(*1) of mystery, power, and brilliance.
Much littler circle is guitar player, or drum. One must envision another circle of equal size at its opposite on its orbital path. Traveling in opposing directions at the same speed, bass and drum fall in love and are strung apart innumerable times across infinity. When their paths cross, their story is one of belonging, acceptance, everything in one's life leading to this point of multidimensionality, the crossing of bridges (*2), the alignment of planets symbolic of greater forces of balance in the universe. When their paths tear, it is as if all that was mentioned before was a lie. Questioning, uncertainty, concern, skepticism all lead to fear(*3), resentment, distrust, that cognitive dissonance that ensues when a friend may not be true as they say, for you have reason to believe, the distance entropy which distorts and turns awry across time, which envokes disgust, hatred, pride over one's self, for that is all one has when a lone sphere enshrouded in an unending spacetime, self sufficiency, for while a planet is still in conceivable reach it is not until the eclipse of the star that one realizes they needed it in the first place, perhaps not within its immediate grasp, but as a sign of hope, what could be reached in a spacial now with time or in time with space as it lies now.
The return to one another is healing. Enlightenment, restoration, the waters of time rushing over all wounds which suddenly burst forth from scabbed cages of death and reservation, restraint, into flourishing fountains of blood, the essence of life, which hallmarks death, a certainty, but one which is to come at a later date, and flesh, the notion of qualia, conduits of life, one of which is music itself, experienced through its vassals the ears, disconnected from the mind, a lie we have told ourselves again and again across time until the truth is not invisible, but barely so, a mere speck on the canvas of the most brilliant lie ever told, enough for us to acknowledge but brush off, for if the lie is so brilliant why would anything else ever be in the first place, and to that I say that may be true.
1. two of my cousins. they kinda the same but still they different
2. not to be confused with Bridget
3. the path to the dark side (*4)
4. of the force, not to be confused with the moon