bleedingboy

music for your gradma, grandpa and your pet named, peaves. think of it as a different version of things to come, a space age nostalgia, of pink happy noises and your mother's best cooked pie, hanging by the window. as you all sit back, relax and watch mushroom clouds grows by your front porch.

enjoy your last days, with you sitting on the front seat to endlessness.

and bleedingboy, your last hope before the darkness.

best viewed with radioactive popcorn.

bleedingboy’s tracks

• bleedingboy - fields of broken glass by bleedingboy