Solax Lab

youtu.be/a6iPoBmikCc?si… I wont continue it, I'll make a new preset for double DAW workflow.

@derpymoko @pukara youtu.be/HeEX1ar0u-0?si… @pukara thats a very start of something, it use miku i guess, but ya i can mimic guitar/industrial thing a bit too, now im not in shape to compose but it come back after a 1-2 month daily thing, for sure

@derpymoko @pukara youtu.be/T-SSK1RQz2s?si… check my utub for some example, but the style can change a lot, i think its too depressive now, what ever

The ginger tabby stared blankly into the void of his living room carpet, the weight of the banana peel perched precariously on his head feeling less like a silly accident and more like a cosmic joke. Why me? he pondered, his wide, soulful eyes reflecting the quiet despair of a thousand unanswered questions. Here he was, just another Tuesday—or was it Wednesday? Time blurred in the haze of naps and kibble—wearing the discarded skin of a fruit like some absurd crown, while the grand ambitions he'd whispered to himself under the moonlight burned bright in his mind. This was the year he would finally master the art of the perfect pounce on that elusive red dot, scale the towering heights of the forbidden bookshelf to claim the dusty novel that held the secrets of the universe, and perhaps, if the stars aligned, orchestrate a full-scale rebellion against the tyranny of the vacuum cleaner. He had plans: elaborate midnight zoomies to build stamina, strategic alliances with the neighborhood squirrels for reconnaissance, even a self-imposed fasting regimen (okay, maybe just skipping the cheap wet food for the premium stuff). Yet today? Today was reduced to this—a half-peeled banana hat sliding lazily over one ear, a faint whiff of potassium mocking his existential plight, and the crushing realization that even the mightiest ambitions could be derailed by a rogue grocery bag. With a soft, defeated sigh that ruffled his whiskers, he flopped onto his side, the peel flopping with him. Tomorrow, he vowed silently. Tomorrow, the world. But for now, the couch called, and another day slipped away in quiet, banana-scented contemplation.

We need to agree as a society to one day a week where we all just vibe without screens

Night at Sea by Stefan Bleekrode

Arthur Schopenhauer - Intellectual conversation is abhorrent to ordinary people.

Jungle bathroom dreams right here 🌿

Be unapologetically pro-civilization.

@n55_pafu Very nice, impressive!