welcome ploppy pals,
2026 hugs you with squiggly ligaments, digits on the end of them; glossy yellow and burgundy polish on the cuticles.

a hot pot of whimsical sonic cherries collected over the course of the past few years; that's what this thing is.
a commission or two, lone and ludic lullabies, shimmering shambled shanties, and a triad (trifecta?) of titillating tones (for ring*ring purposes)

30 minutes of action-packed, petrichor-fuelled, AI-less, creamy and oak-infused goodness in the form of a sextuplet-track extravaganza, plus those 3 miniature googie-inspired phone tones.

you may pay, but if you say nay, send me a message, aye?
can get it for free, bae. no worries, I say.

much love to all
thank you (and your ears) for listening
more fresh-fresh soundwaves to come. let's hope.
here's to making broken promises.
`;.^)