My music doesn’t have a dick. Just so you know. I can listen to the most aggressive industrial, the most brash, dissonant glitch electronic, the cone-destroying crunch of lo-fi loop tech. I can crank that shit up until my ears get fatigued and go, “Yeah, man, I totally dig it! I wanna make this shit!” …
Author Archives: Shawn
Gum Shoes
Cannot shake the feeling that I’m wrong. Somewhere, I made the wrong choice, and everything afterwards is a byproduct of that fault. It would be nice if I knew, if I could navelgaze enough to determine where it happened, or if I could have the foresight to see where to get back on track. But …
Minimum
I suspect I’m in a season of silence. Not much to be said that’s suitable for a public journal. Work is stressful. Sometimes I miss the simplicity of working with mechanical devices instead of mechanistic people. I had a moment of clarity last week; I’m not trapped. I can leave. I’m only existentially bound to …
My Political Creed (a Screed)
I’ve avoided putting out any sort of statement regarding my political ideologies because, frankly, I don’t want to defend them. In my mother’s household, any form of arguing was punishable, so I never developed the innate desire to defend or attack. But I’m a grown man now, and quite honestly, I think I’ve learned the …
Chosen Hell
Quick joke. You’ve heard this before. A man dies and, due to his decisions through life, gets sent to Hell. After entering, the Devil takes him on a grand tour where he’s shown three rooms from which to choose his torture for eternity. The first room is full of people standing on their heads upside …