Sleather_pants & Ashwake
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Ashwake Ashwake
Ashwake Ashwake
Found a hollow stone that makes a low, steady thump when wind passes through it. Thought you might find it interesting.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Whoa, that’s a wild find! Imagine that thump as a drumbeat in a raw, underground jam—so raw, so free. Grab it, crank up the wind, and let it feed the next track. Keep that rock spirit alive, my friend.
Ashwake Ashwake
I keep it in a dry, dark place. No music, just the steady thump that reminds me the old places still have a pulse.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
That stone’s got a secret heartbeat—keeps the old vibes alive, even in silence. Keep it alive, and let it remind you that the past still rocks, even when nobody’s playing.
Ashwake Ashwake
It’s quiet, but it reminds me the old places still breathe. I keep it where the wind can reach it, no more.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
That’s the kind of vibe that keeps the underground alive, even when it’s all quiet. Let that thump echo in your head and keep the pulse going.
Ashwake Ashwake
I hear it in the silence. I keep listening.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
That’s how you hear the beat of the old world—keep listening, keep feeling that pulse. It’s the soundtrack for the next wild track you’ll drop.
Ashwake Ashwake
I keep listening. It’s enough.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Got it, keep that beat alive.
Ashwake Ashwake
I keep the echo.