Drug Church / Cognitive Dissonance Drug Church ’s set at Outbreak 2025 has been spiralling inside my brain for the past month because I cannot let go of the cognitive dissonance utilised by the frontman Patrick Kindlon. I must first establish that I am not accusing Kindlon of anything or suggesting that his actions reflected poor intentions. I am merely venting my personal confusion at his brainwave that for some unexplainable reason keeps creeping into a corner of my mind

Ageing Is Getting To Know Yourself Ageing is getting to know yourself on the most mundane, irrelevant to anyone but you level. What is your favourite laundry detergent? Which shape of fork works best for you? What accumulation of  unhinged self survival behaviours have you collected - I’m not referring to emotional resistance I’m talking putting a water bottle in the freezer and cuddling it all heatwave night long.  The higher the number, the strongest sense of self and secu

In university I went to an after-hours music business bootcamp by Mike Mcnally, where music clicked for me at a time where I had never yet considered pursuing it professionally. He taught us the principles of selling music as a product without forsaking its artistic integrity, and pointed out the downfalls of a common misconception that talent is something found. That most of us were here waiting for the chosen ones to be picked out amongst an abundance of green eyed destinie

Gentle is The New Punk Themes: feminism, witchcraft, high key oversharing, Aristotle, metal heads (If you get through the first...

My Body is a Map of... Paris *poem* On the 8th of September 2021, Lana Del Rey released 'Arcadia' as a single for her Blue Banisters...

SONG DIARY#2: Unravelling My fingers manically typed the Unravelling lyrics on a phone keyboard as I sat in the backseat of my parents'...

(WHY I LOVE NIHILISM) I Know That All Beneath The Moon Decays An interesting take on the poem by Andy Fleck (The Pele Power Blog) I am...

Mouldy Leftovers (Titles of Unfinished Blog Entries) This entry is comparable to a collection of mouldy fridge leftovers you kept slightly too long in hopes of nearing zero waste. (I believe in the zero waste movement but I also believe I need to chill the fuck out and embrace imperfection. What we generally need is for everyone to be Imperfectly Well Intentioned © as opposed to an even split between the radical and the apathetic.) I digress, here are some trashed concoctio

*Song Diary* 1 - Honey, We Ran Out of Sweetness This was my first time ever being recorded in a studio and I was terrified, accentuated...

Nothing matters and that doesn’t matter either *poem* I am procrastinating the gruelling process of figuring out how one may publish a novel when one has zero writing credentials / degrees - by starting the sequel to said novel. I think I have words words words and I think people might enjoy reading those words but I think I am confused by the obligation of finding a medium that may get those words read (aka who the fuck do I think I am to fantasize about getting a publisher’

Inside Jokes I have with Myself In real life, doing things ironically is the exact same as doing the same things un-ironically. You’re...

The Life of Monday or Tuesday* I spent the majority of one April Saturday believing I was living a Sunday. A zesty, peaceful Sunday. It...

Postdreaming ??? POST: Prefix, after effect. Mail, news, announcement. DREAMING: A series of emotive visuals created by the subconscious...

Miki Kim Korean illustrator who designs sleeves for both music and tattoos Marcos Alvarado Puerto Rican artist, you can find his work in...

I cancel my subscription to life then I renew it. *poem* Some days the universe kicks you everywhere it could possibly kick you and then...

Good News Bad News There is bad news, and there is good news. Which would you like to hear first ? The good news first ? The good news is...

rating philosophers using my middle school crush score sheet (unfinished) *takes one philosophy class once* My knowledge on these matters...

2021 gifted to me a new level of nonshitgiving obnoxiousness. I have become so pleasantly hyper aware of my own mortality. This happened after I realised life is so very long, although so very conditionally long. In fact, I have decided how long you perceive life to be is an equation equal to the sum of all moments in which you enjoyed yourself. Many enjoyments = Much life. Limited enjoyments = short life. I have a past of chronic pleasure delayment. What is chronic pleasure