this is a new single from none other than me. i’m a solo artist who loves to tap into sounds that make me feel nostalgic about the past, while also connecting to my roots in las vegas and my current place of residence in the midwest. this particular track is about dreams. specifically, dreams that […]
lashes of the tongue run across cigarette ash on shitty glass coffee tables. it’s a strange thing to digest the remarks of people close to you, body temple magistrates are poison sellers, degree holding maniacs with abstractions the constrict your throat. it’s fine to be here sometimes, when the temperature is pleasing and the sky […]
having some trickledown happy times, you’re begging that flower to bloom and i can’t help but think: pleasure centers are holy, like Prince gospel music that fucks, it’s scary and disturbing and damp and unknowable, that bleak drip that falls in the night, the smell of mildew on tile and the feeling of dust and […]
the long awaited zine (and poorly edited, might i add). download and view link linked riggght below.
the interior of our being during this strange time seems hostile, alien, unknowable. many of us seem to be plagued by nightmares and anxieties, and to have the willpower to do anything besides indulge in media and vices requires seemingly Herculean effort. i have many friends who claim they have nothing to do: that they […]
there’s been whisperings of your posturing, you see. wet whispers in the dying light of faded bulbs and aimless insects floating about. mechanical fascination with light. that’s what you remind me of. and there are times, and there are times, and there are times, pointless though they may be, language which obfuscates and points away […]
two angels of the Physical sit bleeding on obsidian shelves, embracing each other. fire consumes the sky while their androgynous flesh apparatuses process the data slowly: they had gotten their metaphysics really fucking wrong. tiny stars blink beyond the smoke and ash and the hellscape is punctuated by a soft symphony. they hold each other […]
watch the sky burn with androgynous love, platonic forms floating idly, wanting physical creatures to comprehend, smooth brains struggling, aching towards the divine, increasingly complex Forms which distinguish themselves beyond the Mass of the Physical, tiny lines combine and grown together, they construct a temple towards that Jerusalem of the Self, eternal Being locked in […]
fucking violence, the kind that hypnotizesyouth into despising women more seemingly isolatedpressures in the forehead, pineal glandcalcified and deranged, knife held toown throat drop of blood below the nose, can’t reachit with self-hating tongue which spewsforth silent crimes against Being, thereis no ontological imperative for youto assert yourself oneverything has already been worked out you […]
pipe bombs planted in places unreachablethey left sometime during sunriseand birds cried along the way,i gripped my bag anxiously and prayed that clouds would stop that single rayfrom falling on that contraption,the building was demolished, a kind of terrorismof the soul, the kind that exalts a boyand vilifies him in the eyes of the Lord, […]
nu-age 