Here's the OST of Pigbook' a cool new videogame made by Karlis Zabers:

https://store.steampowered.com/app/2707190/Pigbook/

And the OST of Astral Blaze' of the same creator.

https://store.steampowered.com/app/3431280/Astral_Blaze/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY83lx8N30Q

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As you've probably noticed aswell, I have updated some impressions on my iconry etc.

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Kind regards.

-Cal.

UPDATED 3-2-23

-Recomposed the text for better reading, and adding additional information, correcting some specifications.

I sincerely hope that most people that have read this back when I first typed it in 2021 heeded the advice and now walk around healthily without myocarditis, bells palsy or the rest of the ongoing list of *cough* "side" effects you can look up on the VAERS data. All "vaccines" are MRNA and highly toxic, the more "boosters" you take the more toxic you will become and that is why people "still get" what is misnomered "covid" as in detox symptomology.

That means, you get toxic, your body tries to oust that toxicity' and when you then "treat" that "detoxing" stopping it, that means you stay toxic, and get worse' it expressing itself through what you call illnesses. (such as the aforementioned shut-down of bodily functions.) Is it finally starting to connect with you?

UPDATED 14-2-22

https://www.centerforhealthsecurity.org/our-work/Center-projects/completed-projects/spars-pandemic-scenario.html

It is NOT a vaccine.

It will kill you if not maim you.

All the people I have worked with, I beg you to heed my warning. Those who have mocked me and refuse to listen, you will curse yourself for making the mistake.. i will not wish upon you.

Believe in an "invisible enemy" all you want, Virusses are not the cause of Illness but the aftermath, oxidation, pollution and even mental stress are the cause of toxification.

When your body ousts the toxicity by either a natural seasonal detox or detox therapy (such as helped by fytotherapeutics) like enemas as example' or the workings of the "immune" system, perhaps strenghtened with intravascular Vitamin C or Hydrochloroquine (delivery agent, not medicine itself) with Z(zinc)pack..

in the aftermath your "cells" (as in gel) excrete what is misdiagnosed to be virusses.

The petri-dish to so calledly isolate a fictional virus, creates through the use of chemicals and rays the cel-death result misdiagnosed as an identifyable pathogen. This shows itself (under a microscope) as the excretion like imagery of a supposed "cel" with appendixes.. (faultily illustrated as a single "lifeform" called virus in the artistic sense)

Taking this soup of poisoned-cel death and injecting it into the brains of a test animal, unsuprisingly causes that test animal to become sick, not because of "a virus" (well, it would be if you take it to the etymological root of the word meaning poison in the first place) but because of the poison-soup that caused the celdeath in the first place in the petri-dish)

In fact the so called excretion happens all the time to a degree declared exosome activity (which is indiscriminate from what are called supposed virusses),

Communication with all sorts of bacteria (the sum of which make up your "immune" system) that should be percieved not as external invaders but internal cleaning crew occurs that when thwarted in their self-regenerative work recompose themselves into more resistant forms. Ivermectine in particular is a treatment against parasites, that can find a nutricious biome in a oxidated (sour) system, which is why it aids to get people (somewhat) better (temporarily). for the remainder.. the ruse is to "cure' the workings of the "immune" system!

Even parasites are in your body with a purpose!. They take habitat in a sour system afterall because bacteria are prevented from creating a healthy biome, therefor the Parasites do you a favor in tending to the sour system before it would become toxic if left alone.

There is no "virus" behind a "pandemic". The very thing the rockefeller industry that grew into the alopathic monopoly has presented as cures, is your poison.

HEED this, for Godsake.

Or suffer the consequences.

And stop wearing 2.5% oxygen level lowering slavemasks that increase your co² levels and cause severe irrepairible organ damage, aside from obstructing the natural learning of infants to recognice and communicate facially.

It is literally criminal, child abuse to put such an object on a child. For the remainder suit yourself if you rather not think logically.

If you still do not understand, take some time to watch this through;

https://www.bitchute.com/video/CSjZiaMxcvyI/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/4zSlogUv7V5u/

And terrain science vs germ theory for beginners: https://www.bitchute.com/video/T0PTFfWSCd1U/

Or read the following books:

-What really makes you ill.

-The contagion myth.

-The invisible rainbow on electricity and life.

And if this isn't enough, ask yourself why all measures you supposedly 'must' take against a "virus" are not effective against even the proposed and contemporary idea of a "virus"? Instead are causing illness themselves; facemasks=oxygen deprivation 2.5% causing organ damage and pnemonia due to petridish effect. On the box of every facemask it says that it cannot be used against "coronaviusses" and yet you walk around with one?! So called lockdowns are admitted even by the WHO to be inneffective to begin with. Stop aiding your own destruction, and if you haven't taken any jabs yet.. DONT. NO MATTER THE CONSEQUENCE. Instead strive for self-sufficiency in every regard, everytime something is "taken" (which you should'nt have given) become self sufficient in it.

Follow this man on bchute, inform yourself.

https://www.bitchute.com/search/?query=andrew%20kaufman&kind=video&sort=new

update 14-2-22

His latest work: Terrain (documentairy)

https://www.bitchute.com/video/BHwcIXkVC4dU/

update 14-5-22

Calamaistr now also on Bitchute:

https://www.bitchute.com/channel/0U1rtE0ehB7g/

-Cal.

I am hereby ending my affiliation with Newgrounds due to that it caters to cancel culture through social justice fanatics with too much (digital) power.

This means that 1: I will no longer make music for anyone through Newgrounds.

2: No longer will i allow any music to be used through Creative commons, you will not get my permission no matter who you are or how nicely you ask me through private message.

3: This is permanent untill either Turkey On a Stick is removed from this site and can continue his career on Reddit or God knows what kind of radical activist sites will take him OR when He himself apoligises to me through private message (to which his considering is inevitable before this month ends but that aside, most people will never admit that they are wrong acting like Goebels assistants.)

I remember -old- Newgrounds fondly. Perhaps one day it will return to that. Just like one day you will all figure out you can here and now decide to return to normal. Live through your senses, not through these substitutes.

edit: I have deleted a few comments because they were extremely offensive and intended to smear me.

I will never deleted any comments unless they will cause an unnecessary shitstorm.

The users that placed these comments have been blocked from commenting on my page aswell.

Stay respectful, that is all.

Also, no I do not "leave Newgrounds". I said I have removed affiliations which means as described above I will no longer make music for use nor grant priviledges via pm to music that require my consent. The remainder is unchanged.

-Cal.

EDIT 2-10-2020

https://Dinarrecaps.com/our-blog/quantum-financial-system-explained

Still following "the plan"? Its the UN.

Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know im taking another internet vacation for undetermined time because im a bit tired of keeping up with the world, going back to working out after finally finding a gym that doesnt give a shit about "regulations" and lets people actually act natural (which apparently is rare behavior i guess)

Also, just can't bother with all the masonic initiation mass psychosis anymore, neither with what any dunce figures out about it because im always ahead of the curve and thats exactly whats so exhausting.

Maybe in half a year people will get to the understanding that theres nothing to be bothered about and get on with their lifes again, ill meet you guys there.

p.s. COV(ert) ID(entification) 1st letter of alpabet + 9th letter of alphabet = A.I.

Enjoy the transhumanist rollout for the internet of things that required the above supply and demand catalyst.

Social credit score and tracing, patenting of the human genome, dna and rna and its all owned by the carnegie group's members named; Bill gates SR (now jr), Ted turner, George Soros, Anthony fauci, Rockefeller.

Not a coincedence those same people are directly linked in the alopathic (commercial healthcare and pharmaceutical) industry which has always been a SCAM.

Its founders; Rockefeller, Carnegie and Morgan.

p.s. https://calamaistr.newgrounds.com/news/post/1093336

Now you know.

-Cal..

A MOMENT PASSED (2)

"Mihony et weldt writh" a scribbled inscription read, carved into the wooden board above the bedroom door.. on the inside so only he could see it every daybreak. Noone was allowed to enter the room, noone ever had been invited into the room. Not even sleep.

In fact, the room wasn't used as 'his bedroom, but he always had to visit it at daybreak for the simulation of waking his daughter he never had the pleasure to meet.

"Your father loves you more than anything" He'd say upon entering. "He sacrifices his passions to help you stand in this world self sufficient, undaunted and incorruptible by it's allure, instead to be tested at most by it's trials, without the handicap of poor parenting, and always a place of joy to return to would you feel lost." Then, he faced the inscription and for a moment would stare into space, then start his own day.

The most part of the day consisted of work in the garden, growing a great number of vegetables, flowers and roots, inspecting the layers of his waterfiltration system and making sure the ropes on the swing weren't damaged by mr. hops who was not a mister at all but a tiny bird that had taken the garden for himself at times it's master wasn't around.. ..Named after his typical manner of hopping around on the ground.

Mr. Hops didn't like ropes perhaps.

At the end of the garden, just inside the fence stood a short pole halfway out of the ground the lenght of a regular post.. on it a classical letterbox, just incase any letter would ever find his way.

Ofcourse none would ever come from any other person considering his own made property was hidden in the deeper part of the woods, far away from any roads used by recreants. But he'd like to think that gnomes were real.. just to lighten the mood, and they had to be able to reach the letterbox so he made it smaller. It were things like these that would help to keep away from deep despair. Atleast to him the world was confined to something out of a fairy tale. ..

The letterbox read what he could remember of his 'first name, scribbled on just like the bedroom inscription.. "Gems" It was all that still sounded a bit like it anyway.

As far as Gems was concerned not remembering anything about his last name was no big deal.. "Last names are to pass on", Gems would mutter to himself everytime the thought came up.

-

One day, inspecting the swingset, mr. Hops was sitting on the ground uninterested at Gems's pressence, he seemed to be staring at the letter box..

Carefully Gems picked up mr. Hops, something mr. Hops allowed rarely unless feeling tired.

"Did you spot a gnome, mr. Hops?" Gems queried while stroking the little bird's head softly.

"There are no gnomes" mr. Hops replied and flapped its wings, but not enough to fly. But i think you might have a letter, i saw a postman deliver one and i wonder what it says.. you rarely get any letters, if ever at all..

Gems walked to the letterbox, sat down on his knees and felt inside the box. "I don't really feel anything inside the box, are you sure there even was a postman?"

mr. Hops jumped out of his other hand and flew off..

Gems scratched his head.. the bird must've been wrong.. there's no way any postmen would ever come to this hidden part of the woods and noone even knew him to be sending letters.. atleast noone since he left town.. and that was so long ago.. he still had hair those days.. none anylonger.

Either that or mr. Hops had pulled one on him, probably because he didn't like ropes, perhaps.

-

Autumn came, Gems had installed a few more playsets because a swing could get boring for the little girl, and he had made sure there were a few more types of flowers that weren't just for yield but could also spruce up the grace. Gems himself never used any of the playsets, he was too old and they would break. Sometimes mr. Hops would use them but not for long, and never the rope of the swingset.

Sometimes he wondered though, who the figure standing outside the gate was.. but not because he was worried. He knew it was an animal, just not what kind. It ate some of the leaves at the gate's edge and because it wasn't a very high gate it kindof ruined the idea of being veiled from the outside world.

One oktober morning Gems walked out wielding a glass of water hoping to chase the animal off forgood, he didn't want the leaves to be reduced to none, what if there was a stray lumberjack that would stumble upon his abode?

"I will throw my water at you if you don't stop eating those leaves!" Gems uttered, not loud enough to be called a yell.. Afterall a yell could travel far enough to have someone inspect it. "Im not actually eating them" the animal replied in a whispery voice.. "Im laying them on the ground"

Gems felt a bit better at the idea that atleast the leaves weren't being eaten but he was still not all too happy about the fact that it ruined any and all cover.

"Could you.. atleast put them back when you're done?" asked Gems to the animal.

"Well, that will take a while" the animal replied. "Im far from done, but eventually i suppose."

Gems felt better knowing eventually the animal would put the leaves back, it was inconcievable that the wall of green that protected him from becoming some kind of sightsee for the townsfolk would dissapear forever, and he didn't 'really' want to throw water at the animal.. so he agreed.

-

Wake up!! Wake up!! mr. Hops called. It was .. probably around 3 oclock at night.. "I'm quite literally part of a giant letter!"

Gems didn't really want to believe something so ridiculous.. mr Hops had lied to him before about a letter ..and of all things a 'giant' letter didn't sound realistic at all.. who would drop off a giant letter.. and why would they make mr. Hops a part of it?

Slowly Gems opened his window and looked down from where mr. Hops had called.

Everywhere he could see was the brightest paper.. and on top of it stood mr. Hops.

"I told you!" mr. Hops said. "shall i write you something?" and hopped around writing on the paper.

"I can't read that" Gems replied while arcing a bit around from the window, even on the roof there seemed to be paper.. "who sent the letter?"

mr. Hops flapped his wings.. "well not a gnome cause there are no gnomes, it was the postman i think".. and made some more writing on the paper.

"I've never seen a postman here and i've lived here such a long time" sighed Gems.. "don't write too much on the paper, i'll go back to bed because i'm really tired." and went back to bed.. Gems wasn't too bothered with the paper, it felt actually nice someone finally sent him something but he also pondered about how he somehow had forgotten how to read..

The next day Gems saw that mr. Hops had written alot, but he still couldn't read it. Gems decided that mr. Hops was allowed to write letters and he himself was going to stay inside not to be reminded of his forgetfulness, it could mean that soon he would not be able to read his own name on the letterbox any longer.. or worse.. the inscription above the bedroom door..

-

a few months later Gems saw that the animal had put some of the leaves back, and mr. Hops seemed to have made so much letters he had to send them all away so the garden no longer had any paper. Sadly the rope swing had fallen down so mr. Hops also was more cheerful because he didn't like ropes, perhaps. .and Gems was more cheerful because he had still been able to read the inscription every morning.

On top of the roof stood a fishbowl and Gems was rather unsure how it had made its way up there. "Did you put the fishbowl on the roof, mr. Hops?"

Mr. Hops hopped around and didn't speak. Perhaps he had written so much that he had forgotten how to speak and could only write from now on.. Atleast he wasn't bothered by the rope anylonger.

"I'm going to climb the roof to take it down, we wouldn't want it to fall off the roof and break." sighed Gems as he walked to the back of the house where he had nailed planks into the wall to function as a ladder.

On top of the roof Gems discovered the fishbowl had escaped the roof and itself had climbed on top of one of the tree's next to the house.

From there it looked at Gems.

"I guess it's a game to you" Gems said to the fishbowl. "Im old and i cant climb the tree, so you'll have to get back to the roof yourself" and climbed back down the wall planks again..

Down in the garden Gems could see the fishbowl had climbed back onto the roof.

-

One day in Juli mr. Hops was sitting on the rope swing that Gems had repaired, apparently he didn't hate ropes that much afterall. Or perhaps he had sent one of the letters to the rope and the rope had written him back and then they became friends.. thought Gems.

mr. Hops used the swing to be able to stare at the roof.

"the fishbowl got sick" said mr. Hops. "i think he might have a fever" .. "He has stayed on the roof for too long, perhaps we must bring him medicine".

"No way" Gems sternly uttered waving his finger "medicine isn't good".. "I'll go talk to him" and he climbed back up the roof by the wall planks, it had been awhile and with creaky knees and some huff and puffs it took a bit longer than before.

On the roof he noticed that the fishbowl had remembered from the while back and had once again escaped to the nearby tree, despite his fever.

"Im not bringing you medicine, i just want to see if you're okay" Gems tried to calm the fishbowl.

"I'm ok, im just looking at your flowers, they look very nice and i hope they are for someone special" The fishbowl emitted while resting its head on the treetop.

"They are, my daughter likes them very much because they have soft colors" Gems concluded somewhat touched as he descended the wall planks again..

He was glad that the fishbowl was allright, apparently mr. Hops had pulled one on him again.

-

The days went by quite fast, atleast Gems wasnt alone.. he had mr. Hops who had befriended the rope, so that was covered. The fisbowl was enjoying the flowers, and sometimes he noticed the animal at the gate again..

The animal.. Gems hoped the animal wouldn't be laying leaves on the ground again, what if someone saw the fishbowl on the roof..

"Your father loves you more than anything" Gems started the mantra he repeated every day when he noticed something highly concerning.. something that was different, something had changed.

On his daughters bed sat a gnome.

"Gems" the gnome started.. somehow knowing his name.. "the animal is putting the leaves on the ground again, and mr. Hops sends letters to the fishbowl"

"What!?" Gems startled..

"Don't worry about it" the gnome continued with a strange little laugh.. "Don't you remember why i said those words all those decades ago?"

Gems felt a sense of terror set on him, dark panic, despair.. "I don't want to know. ..i dont want to know".. "they are MY words.."

 "Yes, my words" the gnome said. "who did you grow those flowers for?"

"My daughter" Gems sighed lowering himself to the floor, kindof to sit at the same height as the gnome, but he was also tired and afraid..

"Have you ever met her?" asked the gnome on his daughters bed..

Gems held his head in his hands, he could feel a long beard slide between his fingers.. "Im old, aren't i?"

"You haven't" said the gnome.. "You haven't met your daughter because she has never been here"

"I dont have a daughter" Gems cried.. "but maybe she will someday send me a letter"

The gnome looked up as if he was about to sigh himself.. then turned to Gems again.. "mr. Hops sent the letter, your daughter wont send you a letter.. there's no way she would come all this way to this hidden part of the woods"

"But there was no letter" cried Gems..

"There was no letter" continued the gnome.. "there was no mr. Hops"

Gems had to catch his breath for a moment.. "but he's right there!, outside!"

"No he's not" uttered the gnome.. "its just a bird"

Gems slammed his hands down on the floor and angrily confronted the gnome "then what about the fishbowl!! and what about the animal!!"

The gnome climbed down the side of the bed, walked around the room like a detective and explained himself; "I've been here a long wrong time and yet its like a moment passed, sometimes remember bits and never good things true.. but i know time goes fast" then turned around and paced around the other way "When all things right around, are all things turned against you.. you'd have to hide worldwide and everything in sight works to that end is that not what i said my friend? Yes i do every morning.. after our paths have crossed." Then turned around again and walked as he had before.. Gems in turn stood up and started walking the room aswell..

"Your father loves you more than anything.. He sacrifices his passions to help you stand in this world self sufficient, undaunted and incorruptible by it's allure, instead to be tested at most by it's trials, without the handicap of poor parenting, and always a place of joy to return to would you feel lost"

Gems noticed there was no gnome..

There was no daughter, not here and not anywhere in the world..

There was no mr. Hops.. just a bird outside..instead.

There was no animal laying leaves on the ground.. just autumn..

There was no letter to write on. .. just winter's snow..

There was no Fishbowl on the roof.. or at a treetop.. just the sun of spring and summer..

And the post..man.. was what he had become..

It was but a rare moment of lucidity, conciousness.. in which he knew he was old.. demented..

But the world was different now and he had to live far away from it just not to be trapped in a hospice.. 'no.. NO... he rather be demented in his fairytale garden, where a gnome might oneday send him a letter, and he could build playsets and grow flowers for his daughter.

Gems scratched his head, looked at the wooden board above the bedroom door and stared into space.. just a moment.. just for a moment he felt like he could read the scribble etched into it.. .. "enmity with the world"..

And just for a moment.. just for a moment.. James remembered his name.

-

Outside, Gems inspected the swingset and noticed mr. Hops was sitting on the ground uninterested at Gem's pressence, he was staring at the letter box..

Carefully Gems picked up mr. Hops, something mr. Hops allowed rarely unless feeling tired.

"Did you spot a gnome, mr. Hops?" Gems queried while stroking the little bird's head softly.

-FIN

UPDATE 04-7-2020

He is the savior and hero, adored by all of man and their child.

Prevented the sickness destruction of all.

Vaccines had been lies, he gave us a real cure.. although it was small.

World ruler his name, now chanted the many.

The public went wild, as Lucifer came.

There had in truth not.. been sickness in any..

The cure instead did unknown to the lot

a sterile enviroment where no body could..

auton-omous-ly create its own ever..

Dependent now on; this savior so clever..

This is the plan that all of us got.

UPDATE 12-5-2020

Taking vacation, so to speak' from the internet (too much research past period is a bit tiring) So will no longer respond to questions. Sorry.

-Cal.

Oh hey, washington times too? YUP

https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2020/apr/28/coronavirus-hype-biggest-political-hoax-in-history/

LOOK AT THE INFLUENZA NUMBERS COMPARED TO THE FAUX COV

https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/health_policy/Provisional-Death-Counts-COVID-19-Pneumonia-and-Influenza.pdf

https://qalerts.app/media/0cfbc41807f164864433d829c8543f28f92e6f45d6e430fcf7e91a13624c5b42.jpg

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https://ia802609.us.archive.org/12/items/pdfy-tNG7MjZUicS-wiJb/Scenarios%20for%20the%20Future%20ofTechnology%20and%20International%20Development.pdf

Read page 17+

LOCK STEP.

This is a blueprinted program, not a pandemic.

There is no test for an isolated virus, the test looks for exosomes. (response to any and all upset of bacterial balance)

There is no symptom for any isolated virus, they diagnose on all influenza symptoms.

There is no movieesque thing as a airborne virus attacking people, virusses are solvents of the own body's biome. It is big-pharma buisiness model religious dogma that states virusses are organisms of their own, this is fraudulent and dangerous nonsense.

There is no overrun hospital anywhere on earth, the hospitals are all empty (documented)

There is no lack of beds due to overrun hospitals either, there was a bed shortage 3-4 years ago already.

There is no disaster out of the ordinary in Italy. Lombardy was known for its high density of high age elders with lung problems.

There is no disaster out of the ordinary in Wuhan. The area was the most polluted city on earth for many years and its population wore mouth protection for many years already aswell.

No mask protects against a viral infection due to viral infections being internal, not contageous' reactions after cell pollution by bacterial balance upset and/or polluted enviroment and foods.

No desinfectant soap will help against any viral infection because desinfectant soap kills your bodies own good bacteria and makes the external bacteria resistant 'causing' infection.

Staying inside lowers your vidD (a known imune system booster) intake.

Isolation and especially prevention of physical contact lowers your antioxidants and increases your oxidant levels in the body.

Zinc, magnesium, vitC, vitD, B complex, vitA, iodine (kelp).. these are all immune system boosting minerals and vitamins that you would normally gain from fresh foods, which means not the packaged conservated and sprayed with poison foods but either fresh from the land or frozen foods. Especially in the spring and summer months these foods are full of minerals and vitamins. In the winter they are poor with the above which causes deficiencies. Combined with less sunlight deficiencies of vitC and D especially are the direct cause of many influenzas and its family tree.

The above statements are all REAL medical knowledge, contrary to the pseudo scientist hacks you are bombarded with in the media. All of the above can be traced and confirmed by any real immunotherapist or physician.

Soon, very soon these facts will come to light worldwide. This is the awakening.

-Cal.

This is the reality:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/BV3R8pLzTjfi/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/hEJo0N8693RL/

Even industry taught doctors now whistleblow:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/sbBiAZsR7lfS/

For my American fellow human freedomlovers and constitutionalists;

https://www.aier.org/

Decent information, even though i dont agree with the pharmaceutical dogma on virusses thats still followed.

Protect your God given rights to the death.

And here it is, an album you could consider the daughter of the machine series.

'A moment passed' is a more than cryptic advice; despite it might look science fiction by genre.. i asure you it is the truest tale i have ever told.

If you heed it, perhaps let it inspire you by example.. it should change your life, give you your sight, heal your wounds.

Its inspiration did mine.

Tomorrow, i shall sever the cable of internet (i have never owned wifi in my life, nor a cellphone since 2001) from my pc indefinately and move my pc to another room where it will function as a trophy and perhaps a stereotower kind of tool instead of as an externalized copy of my mind to the whims and will of dataminers, excuse my french.. i meant artificial intelligence ofcourse. Metaphors aside.. i long for the day you all decide to do the same, or are made to by a solar flare. Do not set your trust and dependance on artificial machinery while you are the owner of the most sophisticated but more importantly resonating machines already; the human body. Your disconnect from it and yourselves is caused by your mesmerization away from it. Negligence of such authenticity is your obstacle in attaining happiness. No substitute will amount to it. Follow me.

http://www.newgrounds.com/playlists/view/1e73be02c95e16fac29820e87d7814e3

Expressing some elements of life.

Taking the shape of water, dealing with the machines, the winds of boldness, a burning ambition, and life as a whole.. ; its the toughest thing you'll ever do.

Tracklist:

WATER https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/801061

EARTH https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/801063

WIND https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/801194

FIRE https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/802113

LIFE https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/805153

-

Listen very carefully as i state this and realize i am dead serious; This is it, i have periodically dwindled my use of external senses and behaviors, i have not owned a cellphone since 2001, i have removed my facebook for 3 months now, i quit gaming for 2 weeks and unplugged my playstation 4 pro now, and today is the day i will unplug my internet cable from my pc permanently. I am a hostage of my photography and music that resides on its harddrive so it would be too much ( too personally taxing) to actually unplug my pc.. which i may still use more and more rarily to work with, however.. The internet, or better known as the false reality, the third reality.. has to be removed from my life, so i can live again. In the past few years i have done more and more sports, taken more care of my appearance, by many practices i have become more adult in my mind and act. It will not be a too hard transition to finalize. There used to be but two realities, the wake world and the sleep. Why did we ever need a third? There is no argument that can keep me. I couldnt care less about missing an update as i already do not use social media anymore, looking something up ill do in a calm fashion at the library from now on, or ask passerby's of age that wont emediately reach for their cellphone with an uninterested gaze. Remember, if you too want to do this.. dont do it while you dont have anything else to do, and understand that the internet uses your friends and family against you, telling you it is just people connecting with people. The reality is it is replacing your physical pressence, its an emulation, artificial. You settle for the chinese phoney version of a product that is life. This is it my friends. See you on the other side for those who follow. :)

-Cal.

Dear Calamaistr fans, the long wait is over both for you and me.. or atleast as far as the OST goes. The game is waiting for greenlight on steam.

External visions is an absolutely fantastic (and i dont just say this because ive worked for this project but because im truly impressed) game created by Karlo(minotaur on ng)(animator, incredible work) and Manolis tsamis(coder, doing pure magic on the game) and i was honored with the task of creating its official soundtrack which i have now completed.

I will be uploading the tracks to YT (which goes a lot faster -_- )  and then retire fully my job as Videogame composer because i want to focus on the physical life and turn away from digital things. Ive started boxing for a few months now (as i write this 3 months so far) and i want to focus on it alot more to get connected with my physical self again as the internet had me living in not much else beyond my thoughts. I cant say that ill never make music again but even if thats the case then i hope you have and will enjoy my established work.

Heres the YT link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIlmFf34Fh8

-Cal.

Just so people know im busying about.

greets. -Cal.