Photos from an abandoned record warehouse In thirty seconds, the blight on the face of underground music known as Record Store Day shall be officially over! Sure, there's bound to be traces of this horrible, bloody rape-orgy for weeks, even months, to come. And the memories may haunt some forever. But, it's important to believe … Continue reading We survived, but our vinyl and our souls may be worse for the wear…
"ABSURDITY Let's act like sphinxes, however falsely, until we reach the point of no longer knowing who we are. For we are, in fact, false sphinxes, with no idea of what we are in reality. The only way to be in agreement with life is to disagree with ourselves. Absurdity is divine. Let's develop theories, … Continue reading PESSOA on ABSURDITY
The Day of Fools is upon us! Also known as...every day? The origins of 1 April's unofficial holiday, April Fool's Day, are more ambiguous than the motives behind your creepy uncle's lecherous advances on you ("I'm just kidding with you! Don't be so sensitive..."). Many historians, internet-based and otherwise, attribute the first known recorded mentioning of … Continue reading Origins of Fools — The Cock and the Fox
This is a (clearly) highly manipulated image of my dry erase "organization" board, or "Writer's Board," in my *ahem* office slash work space slash insanity pod slash zen spot slash.... How long can a neurotic slash borderline psychotic slash unhinged silly guy slash funny man hipster insomniac unwillingly exist as both a night owl and … Continue reading What Mania Looks Like?
The Real Banksy Banksy Goes Gaza This is Our World. There are many like it, but this one is Ours. Our sky bleeds purple, and god is a chimpanzee train conductor in a top hat who shits Jolly Ranchers and carries a flask full of children's tears. His name is Roger, but that's not even … Continue reading this is Our World (wherein Our hero acknowledges and rejects your reality and proceeds to create His own)
Here's the poor, ignorant bastard with his head so far up his doppelganger's ass in infinite dimensions that he only now realizes The Meadows are a test. They are always a test; for those who call them home, the test becomes ingrained, a constant, unwavering embattlement between the Place, the demons, and the soul. For … Continue reading A melodramatic and introspective aside concerning the things that stay and those that stay with you…
A pang of guilt. A sense of betrayal. And then, the bitter, cold longing overtook me. I am in The Meadows with my Lady, Miss Jenn, for a week, getting some quality time in and stoking the fires of our current "long-distance lovers" situation. My darling's sweetheart pit bull, Sir Oswald the Spastic (Ozzie for … Continue reading “What about us, dawg?”
yo, dog i'm tryna write some flow nothin' doin' wit dat mean mug lickin' my face doh revenge of the 90s g-thang edition we stack them old school hip hop rhythms on that new age Pandora bitch Cards Against Humanity shit beers and barbeque Perrier for the junkie, bitch mac daddy casserole on a spice … Continue reading dat canine flow