updates blog posts and mixtapes
no 1 likes 2 need any1 every1 likes being needed
a wet hole is how our predators saw us we were a buffet
dont let them see/hear/feel me like this
i am a disproportionate figure my head size indicates a logic-driven mentality my smaller body depicts a weak physical presence my features can be categorized into two parts faceless & anonymous
they load up their weapons & assertion 2 march in ur bedroom @ nite & will kill u because they can do it without consequence or accountability
There could b an encyclopedia written about u and I would still not assume anything — Posthuman Dysphasia by POMOPHOBE
my identity bled out on the battlefield it drowned in ejaculate and smegma
every1 like us no 1 will leave us alone
1 beat 4 each movement 4 each moment 4 each fallacy 4 each grace
Okay, close your eyes, now imagine your hot little pubis, thrusting forward, back and now gyrate, rotate. Good, picture your pelvis lubricated in the sweat awe of its motions synchronous to a downbeat that recalls those puberty visions you had when you were first discovering your genitals. Go back to the moment you first ejaculated and put the nostalgia of orgasm into each step of every beat that moves you. That is precisely why this mix exists, to remind you of the cum-confused little you in awe of yourself and your body, how it can move and respond to new pleasures.
Have you ever wanted a playlist that included a bunch of weird songs about rolling on the ground like a potato, songs about fisting and songs about overcoming your own fragmented environments and predilections towards pain? Well holy heck, here’s your mix you Impervious Candy-Ass Heathen you.
We’re living in difficult extremely times. Some of us like music that mirrors the climate. We reject the apathy of pop, because our escapism is in not escaping, but living within the mood.
These are songs about love that are intended to be soulful ballads, pledging undying fealty or are about loss. However, they’re either pervy, creepy or they’re about troubling obsessions.
More 90’s Alternative, because, to paraphrase Billy Corgan, “we’re all wallowing in the same mud.”
EVERYTHING IS FINE.
THIS IS FINE.
It’s the Apocalypso! Apocal-disco, we’re all doing it.
This is Fine
Think of this mix entitled, “Vapid & Drug-Addled Hair Metal” like it’s a montage in a documentary about the excess of the 80’s Hard Rock and Metal music scene. Or, like a portrait of a tupperware full of cocaine.