We suppose some introductions are in order?
Ryan came into being as a simple sort of bag of meat and calcium. Thanksgiving, 1981. A small, lonely corner of New Mexico. Raised by desert rats and an old Tom Waits record. Fed rotgut whiskey and charcoal briquettes. What happened next is less simple. Less clear.
Hank the Wvrm is the wvrm baby creature that lives in the spine of the body we inhabit. Hank controls our brain. Or so he thinks…
You’ll meet some of the rest of us from time to time. Skin Pillow doesn’t say much, but he doesn’t need to. Skin Pillow is of a benevolent disposition. But he is also the kind of guy whose good side you want to stay in front of. And ol’ Gus. Everyone knows a fella like Gus. Dude just wants to have a good time, relax, and let the day happen.
The Negative Slvg, well… You can’t really understand the Negative Slvg without Hank. And you can’t really have Hank without the Negative Slvg. But don’t make the mistake of thinking they’re one and the same. Those two boys couldn’t be more different.
Sometimes we make noise as Digressed Mind.
Sometimes we rant and rave with some other swell guys in a think called Timeless Static Void. When the ranting gets a little too dark, we lay it out for some other degenerate fuckers in a thick layer of T.A.R.
But mostly it’s just us. You’ll get to know us all. Some a little less than you’d like. Mostly you’ll wish you hadn’t asked.