I am Fleafriends and I make music and I don't do anything else. I hate to be so direct because honestly, there's a chance Fleafriends [the name] is more than I am. You are here because of something greater than either of us. Something greater than both, or all, or however I'm intended to refer to you. The reader(s). You are what matters. I love you. That entity so much greater than we are is really cool too. I wake up to Jugg 4 Mich by Aachen Demon at 8am each morning greeted with tears that've already soaked into my cheeks, holding nothing but the thought that you will one day read this message. There's a damp, wilted, and unusable Fleafriends sticker that sits on my windowsill, and if I'm being honest with you I've been planning on throwing it out forever. I keep forgetting.
I believe you have the power to do something really stupid.
This is a good thing as I too hope to care less about everything in my path. Nothing matters and nothing will ever matter and this is an immovable truth cemented in the mere passing of time. The fact that anything can be left unexpressed at all makes me lose hope and yet giving up said hope brought me all the joy I could ask for. I already forgot the beginning of this message and so have you. That's what makes all of this work in the first place.


To use this website, you must greet it with an open heart and a clear mind, maybe even to a point where it becomes a liability. There is a sense of naivety that brings someone to sift through the unending corridors of this website. There is a sense of naivety that brings us to discover anything at all. Don't you already know what you like? The depths of information contained within these four borders can be intimidating, I live to help you through this. Although, I'm lying. There are only three pages but are any of us telling the truth about anything? A few days ago, I misspoke while telling my crush a story from my childhood and told a lie that neither of us will ever remember as it was minuscule in importance. We should all start reading more. Drinking water and walking alone and moving your bed to the other side of your room. Taking pauses during conversations to recollect yourself. Giving a cigarette to the guy outside of the drug store and putting patches over the ash that embedded itselt eternally into your favorite shirt. Using your favorite Fleafriends lighter to light an unacknowledged candle that barely emits a smell, just a light crackle. That crackle tends to get annoying after a while.

You're going to want to breathe. Slowly. Don't think about it. In fact, stop thinking at all.
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