Welcome to Vault 22

This is a collection of some of my artwork, music and texts in the last 3 years...
Enjoy!

 - AA july 2014

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music by Aleph Alpha 333-home demo 2013

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Text from www.paraffenomenon.blogspot.com (2012)

(...) Having exited the room full of mirrors where reflections had shown me my fate, I arrived through a plain to a city which name is well known. 
It was an astounding sight.

Humans were in lines on a large marble floor extending to the horizon. All were dressed in blue. Men and women in their thousands, all seated in front of computer screens rapidly flickering. 

One could hear laughters and screams and cheers, humans reactions to the spell of their computers.
No-one walked. No-one ate or spoke to one another. 
Some weren't even breathing

ASLEEP?

The poor beings on this sad land would have been able to turn off their screens and walk away in a second but they lacked the will to do so. 

Some were typing randomly, some were just staring, in awe at the images shown, their jaws open and salivating with delight.

Once again I sat and prayed the One Great Lord to give them back their life, to free them from this seemingly enchanting fate. Thousands dressed in blue, lined in the dark land below. 
Seemingly happy. Seemingly fulfilled

ARE YOU?

I was watching the scene with despair. 

Suddenly an orange globe of light passed hissing in the sky. 

I decided to follow it…

home demo 2013

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 The following text is from MK Ultra Vs Hanoi Rocks, A Tale of Ascension and Mass Control, also on Blogger.

enter

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I enter the circular room

You are standing at the other end

An imaginary line

Between me and you

Circuling around us

I speak. I want to tell.

Whatever I am still able to contract into words of Man

I have the need for you to know

But your ears don't hear

And my mouth cannot spell

one

zero

Flicks of screens and blank pixels

Bang one another in my head

Screaming for help

I cannot yell

As all my switches' been programmed

By the evil machines of Man

You are there, yes...

Quietly standing at the centre of the room

Circular lines all straight and fine

Spiralling round one another

Noughts and Ones

Beyond myself

/exit program

/exit program

No longer can I express, Hell!

As you seem from a different world

Organic still, natural, alive

With real men and real minds

and I, incapable to tell

As mind encrypted in binary programs

Virtual

Only able to scream

Through noughts and ones in fine lines

As mind made alien by the machines of Man

I am in the centre of the room

Are you able to tell ?

This is hell !

Get off your screens ! Switch off your cells !

Brains need help

escape

escape ctrl!
cmd and fn!