Clout

Always these goddamn motherfucking commentators Always these facebook, Instagram, and twitter personalities, fueled by their echo chambers driven by the encroachment of their self-diagnosed personality disorders Not once will these people create anything not once have these keyboard roaches doubted themselves, or spend all night in the studio wondering if they maybe have fallen shortContinue reading “Clout”

Ancestors of the Wind

There are spirits everywhere, you know Even older than the trees that tower over me Older than the water rippling over the still waters before me… I might be a bit stoned, but I feel like there is a thick, wooded, largely unaltered dimension where playful and malevolent spirits alike roam and wander and speakContinue reading “Ancestors of the Wind”