Boletus Transportus

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QN61w9LomG8K7GAQolzENv0oX7ooUJNi/view?usp=drivesdk

 

Be Myself

 

Nonexistent Reality, In Memory of Me

Because I'm upset with bad relationships

in a very progressive, 

medieval sort of way.

Nonexistent Reality, In Memory of Me

Ann: Where is she? Alien 1: I don't know. Ann: It's Ok. We will find her. Chamomile: Oh no, Ann look at the Kzahmuhvision. Ann: She's going to the mermaid thought building. Alien 2: That is NOT her. Chamomile: Who is that in the sky? It's Vulla Vila. Oh yeah. Stop that evil alien woman.

Nonexistent Reality, song: Be

I tried to put this song on here tonight. It's just over a minute long but 144 MB. It's so strange and I love it.

Nonexistent Reality

Boletus Transportus

 

Nonexistent Reality

MIND

creating -(

Meirohma: Where is this? Uladocha: You're the expert in where somewhere is.

 Meirohma Uladocha

.

 

                      10 years of

                                                                Nonexistent Reality

Nonexistent Reality "Move The Sun"

this way to

Nonexistent Reality "Move The Sun"

 

Nonexistent Reality - Most Beautiful Blue

Mom and God

  

                               Nonexistent Reality - Am 

       Nonexistent Reality & Boletus Transportus

Nonexistent Reality - We Do

 Nonexistent Reality - We Do

p e r s o n a l i t y

 personality (song lyrics) - Scott McLean

 

                                         rose

Scott McLean "Last Rose of the Year

 https://soundcloud.com/scott-mclean-grunge-ing/recording-9"Last Rose of the Year

Scott McLean lyrics: "You've got a way with love, and I feel it's oh-oh, don't need to dream ta amaze, there's personal habit, like sunrise and coffee...

Scott McLean "Last Rose of the Year" (alternative lyrics), I might write standard lyrics or pop lyrics for the song. 

 

Scott: my new songs

Some of my new songs are "Last Rose of the Year" "Splash The Water" "Declare My Love" and I was singing a bit of each with "Watering Like Spring". I hope to add more lyrics and finish them soon. 

Scott

Imagine somewhere else by Scott McLean

"I Turned Into An Infomercial" is a modern country and grunge song by Scott McLean. It's kinda strange but fun. 

Scott McLean "I Turned Into An Infomercial" Country Plus gonna be a hit

Scott McLean - "I Turned Into An Infomercial"

I just now named this song and released it here today

 but it was recorded on Monday, August 27, 2018

I also considered naming it "Infomercial" but that wouldn't

be as strange.

Scott - Vulla Vila

                                          Scott - Vulla Vila

                                          (my original song, first recording improv/spontaneous making up some lyrics

                                           Thursday, August 1, 2019 minutes ago, after 10 PM), first version, might add

                                           more lyrics and hopefully a better recording

,

verrersing a rythmorgal? to become a He(ro)wing and singing in a movie trailer for Tired or Prepare to Take a Nap Forever or More

or

verersing a rithmorgal? to be come a He rowing and singing in a movie trailer for Tired or
Prepare to Take a Nap Forever or More

Scott McLean - Tired

Scott McLean - Tired

Scott McLean - Tired

Scott McLean - Rearranged By The Stars of the Imagination

092353 Rearraned
By The Stars of the
Imagination by
Scott McLean original song 9 30
am Saturday Nov
23 2013

Saturday

Dec.9

2017

"Trip to Strange Sequins"

                    by Scott McLean

valiantly bizarre

even if

it's just in

my personal space

travel is overrated

strange is fun

for many who are

original ! challenged

no voyage to the sequins

can open their eyes

I like I

everything else could be lies

cannot be trusted

valiantly me

between not be & not be

is-is-is

but my be is ing

ing is king

i'm across 'n' thru time

don't need much personal space

or a ship to move to take a trip.

i'm going to strange .sequins.

Friday, August 24, 2018
8:43 am to 9:06 am
by Scott McLean

finger-rolled
my way
to outer space
wasn't sure that
I could get there
past the outer place
she left me
she won the race
I wasn't running
Love ain't no fun run
I'm out of air
winded, back to
the woman driving away

heart side
of the dark
ness, but don't say
bless, gosh my OH
there's nothing I'd
like to know, a-Ho
no, my still life
crosses the finish
lines intersect
rarely continue parallel
i collect memories
like the trading cards
few are well-centered
or in mint condition
without  morning coffee
i'm feeling amorphous
and emotionally
sprawling out all over
like a metropolis
i think my brain
is also a victim of
urban chaos
but that's to prove
love doesn't have
a building plan
other than
turning what was
a happening

Note:
at
9:04 am
my clock
(8:50 am
 kitchen clock)
I decided to end it
there. I couldn't think
of the right words to end it
and think this is more original
with no ending.
Note: "finger-rolled my way
           to outer space was a reference
           to playing piano a few minutes
           earlier this morning.