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Chaotic Archive Vibes [FT. The Distortion]
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[ayo.. comments appreciated 🖤]
this is just.. some small things i was working on while joking around with some friends
mostly just "michael distortion REALLY likes to annoy jon sims"
entities being entities?? maybe?
i dont really know what else to put
also like? i know NOTHING of copyright </3
hope i put the right one, babey!
fun fact i almost hurt my ankle taking the base photo for the cover it's a like. fake cave
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