uv.mascot_[ver.gltch02]

Breaks Neurohop hyper manic random glitch, Reese bass, sine compression, neurobass, slow, atonal bass, experimental, cinematic, minimal, offbeat bass, meditation, mutation, dub, glitch, neurofunk, neuro, FM bass, growl bass, sub bass, resampling, glitch hop, halftime, granular, modular, darkstep, phase distortion, filter modulation, wavefolding, additive harmonics, OTT, dynamic EQ, spectral morphing, ring modulation, bass music, heavy synths, processed textures, tonal decay, synthetic rhythm, bitcrush, warped signal, broken beat, deep sound design, asymmetric grooves, chaotic pulse, analog feel, abstract tempo, morphing patterns, distorted layers, harmonic tension, broken structure, alien texture, deepfield, shatter bass, subterranean sound, BubbleSaw Grenade, Drillblow Elastic, Slapblip Mutator, Candy Slap Core, SplinterSnare Pop, Laser Fuzzball, OTT WobbleSpit, Neuroglue Flex, Zing Stretch Stab, CrankScissor, Mono Wiggle Growl, HopDecay Crunch, BonkSwell Bass

V4.5

[build up – haiku]  
They laughed, then reposted.  
I was “the girl with the noise.”  
One million blinks wide.  
(...they liked how I twitched...  
not that I meant to...)

[drop – tanka]  
Studio called me,  
asked if I liked “being seen.”  
Said I could go far.  
Syrup smile and sticker knees—  
they'd “just tweak my voice a bit.”  
(...i said yes before i read...  
there was nothing to read...)

[hook – haiku]  
Filter smoothed my teeth,  
new soundpack for my small pain—  
"icon in the wild."  
(...i was retweeted...
but never really... said anything...)

[prechorus – kanshi]  
I showed up pink-dyed,  
but they made me ultraviolet.  
Sped my laughtrack up.  
Gave me new lines.  
Now I say them in my sleep.  
(...they said it's “you, just better”...
but who... was i...?)

[chorus]
Broken charm, still pink,
milkglass frame in stuttered song,
clicks too soft to cry.
Stream delay, too slow to think,
kissed the void, but blinked too long.
(...it wasn’t silence...,
it was the end... in lowercase...)

[drop – tanka]  
They sold me in packs,  
limited-run dopamine.  
I held my plush tight.  
Signed my name in edible ink—  
but it tasted like receipt.  
(...my name tasted sweet...
but not like food...)

[instant change – haiku]  
Boots two sizes big,  
but the stage lights said "PERFECT."  
I never tripped once.  
(...i practiced for weeks...  
and still felt like a mascot...)

[build up – tanka]  
The first time I cried,  
they slowed it down, autotuned.  
Said “so raw, so brave.”  
Pinned the clip. Made merch from it.  
Sold out in under a week.  
(...they said “we love your pain”...
but not if it stains...)

[drop – tanka]  
Every “uwu” mine,  
but none of the silence is.  
Not anymore, no.  
Contract said I’d stay online—  
even when I’m offline dead.  
(...the glitch is the point...  
not the girl... just the glitch...

[bridge – waka]  
I blink in their time.  
I dance in their edit cuts.  
But the girl they want—  
she’s not me. Not really me.  
She’s what I looked like that day.  
(...the more they praised me...
the less i existed...)

[hook – haiku]  
Candy voice goes stale.  
They’ll ask for a version two.  
I’ll say yes again.  
(...it’s okay to be used...
if it’s for something cute...)

[outro – tanka]  
Glitter in my throat.  
Still smiling through the contract.  
Still saying “thank you.”  
But I don’t stream for myself.  
I stream so I won’t forget.  
(...that i once mattered...  
even if it... wasn’t me...)

3360/7500

[build up – haiku] They laughed, then reposted. I was “the girl with the noise.” One million blinks wide. (...they liked how I twitched... not that I meant to...) [drop – tanka] Studio called me, asked if I liked “being seen.” Said I could go far. Syrup smile and sticker knees— they'd “just tweak my voice a bit.” (...i said yes before i read... there was nothing to read...) [hook – haiku] Filter smoothed my teeth, new soundpack for my small pain— "icon in the wild." (...i was retweeted... but never really... said anything...) [prechorus – kanshi] I showed up pink-dyed, but they made me ultraviolet. Sped my laughtrack up. Gave me new lines. Now I say them in my sleep. (...they said it's “you, just better”... but who... was i...?) [chorus] Broken charm, still pink, milkglass frame in stuttered song, clicks too soft to cry. Stream delay, too slow to think, kissed the void, but blinked too long. (...it wasn’t silence..., it was the end... in lowercase...) [drop – tanka] They sold me in packs, limited-run dopamine. I held my plush tight. Signed my name in edible ink— but it tasted like receipt. (...my name tasted sweet... but not like food...) [instant change – haiku] Boots two sizes big, but the stage lights said "PERFECT." I never tripped once. (...i practiced for weeks... and still felt like a mascot...) [build up – tanka] The first time I cried, they slowed it down, autotuned. Said “so raw, so brave.” Pinned the clip. Made merch from it. Sold out in under a week. (...they said “we love your pain”... but not if it stains...) [prechorus – kanshi] I showed up pink-dyed, but they made me ultraviolet. Sped my laughtrack up. Gave me new lines. Now I say them in my sleep. (...they said it's “you, just better”... but who... was i...?) [chorus] Broken charm, still pink, milkglass frame in stuttered song, clicks too soft to cry. Stream delay, too slow to think, kissed the void, but blinked too long. (...it wasn’t silence..., it was the end... in lowercase...) [drop – tanka] Every “uwu” mine, but none of the silence is. Not anymore, no. Contract said I’d stay online— even when I’m offline dead. (...the glitch is the point... not the girl... just the glitch... [bridge – waka] I blink in their time. I dance in their edit cuts. But the girl they want— she’s not me. Not really me. She’s what I looked like that day. (...the more they praised me... the less i existed...) [prechorus – kanshi] I showed up pink-dyed, but they made me ultraviolet. Sped my laughtrack up. Gave me new lines. Now I say them in my sleep. (...they said it's “you, just better”... but who... was i...?) [chorus] Broken charm, still pink, milkglass frame in stuttered song, clicks too soft to cry. Stream delay, too slow to think, kissed the void, but blinked too long. (...it wasn’t silence..., it was the end... in lowercase...) [hook – haiku] Candy voice goes stale. They’ll ask for a version two. I’ll say yes again. (...it’s okay to be used... if it’s for something cute...) [outro – tanka] Glitter in my throat. Still smiling through the contract. Still saying “thank you.” But I don’t stream for myself. I stream so I won’t forget. (...that i once mattered... even if it... wasn’t me...)

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