These sleepless nights draw on and on, hanging like black velvet curtains over the great stage of this mortal coil and veiling things beyond from curious eyes. There is more to the affair of living than we perceive, and much of what we fail to see will return to haunt us in the dim future. … Continue reading Invisible Vermin and Vulgar Asceticism (10/22/25)
I’m at the office working my overnight shift all alone with my thoughts, which are starkly contrasted by the eerie silence in this place, making them all the more agonizingly difficult to ignore. I feel strange emotions lately, wistful sadness, and a sort of nostalgia that aches like an old wound. Time is strange. I … Continue reading A Whisper From the Past: Reflecting Upon That One Rad Time I Saw Sunn O))) Live
Things haven't gone horribly since I last posted here, but they're not great, either. I admit my passion for reviewing and even listening to most dark, heavy music (metal and otherwise) has diminished for a few reasons: namely, that I'm not as bitter as I once was about the world. Having a daughter - and … Continue reading A New Age of Hell
The junkies, drifters, and other unfortunate souls that wander US-1 in Daytona in various states of decay are out in droves tonight. There are more and more and ever more of them lately. One of them, emaciated, clothed in muddy looking rags with bare legs visibly swollen from infection wandered into traffic on my way … Continue reading Cruisin’ US-1
The more I look at our world, the more it appears that good and evil begin to blur as various global orders begin to intertwine. Tighter and tighter are we bound to one another until we collapse into singularity under a common rule. There is a puppet master, a terrible beast atop the ziggurat pulling … Continue reading The End is Nigh || Omens and Portents
I have no story worth telling. I am a living phantom, a nobody, a shadow on an alley wall projected from a gutter, gone in the flash of a police light and swallowed back up by blackness in its passing. There is nothing here for me, and though I despise this place, I cannot dream … Continue reading New Year || Same Hopeless Depression
The holiday months have arrived and we’re nearing the end of another year. When I was young, I loved the festivities and pageantry of it all. Christmas lights, garland, huge family gatherings and sprawling feasts; all of those memories I still hold dear, though their vibrancy has faded with the passing of decades, and many, … Continue reading Seasonal Depression || Empty Seats at a Forlorn Table
The machine is failing, spewing blood and oil and the collected essence of millions -if not untold billions- of human sacrifices out into the aether; this moribund amalgamation of flesh and steel and piss within which our lives all become entangled like the intestines of a medieval man nailed to a breaking wheel, and the … Continue reading The End Is Nigh || Brain Stew for Dinner
Derelict walls and ruined belongings
There is a great urge within me to lie down and let my body assimilate with the bones and detritus of all that have walked this Earth before me, to curl up beneath a blanket of moss and loam and return my body to the ground and let my spirit soar ever onward. At times, … Continue reading Downfall || Heaped Shit and Spoiled Ambitions
Towers of Rust 