A Pause for the Cause

I can’t reconcile the nature of 2018. I’m not the type of motherfucker who can sit idly while loudmouth idiots start citing their manifestos, broadcasting to countless dependents, begging for something to believe in. There’s nothing. That is all. Our egocentric society has fools by the numbers, lining up like daft cattle willing the slaughter.…

a Whore on the Clock

I’ve been banging my head against the wall trying to climb over a serious writer’s blockade, that I feel like I had inadvertently surrounded myself with. I can’t shake this fucking slug who’s sucking the nutrients and passion out of the crevices of my head meat. The brain folds sucked dry by this unruly monster…

Underexposing The Beaches

I love The Beaches. There’s something so 70s rock chic about their aesthetic, and something early 80s punk about their stage presence. I don’t know how much stock that description holds, because I can’t really pinpoint a specific act that had inspired that thought initially. It’s some intangible veil of mystique about the four young…