The Strays

A poem I wrote about a long time friend who I feel bad for but have also admired in a weird way.

Shaping Self Destruction

Celebrating the 30th anniversary of two iconic albums, but canceling the ethos that made them commercial hits.

I know that you know the first two rules.

In stories, dumb as shit. In real life? More welcome than Jesus Christ.

New music Tuesday. Links and fluff.