A garage rocker with some serious vibes, brotha. What that means, I don't know, but maybe you can figure it out? My Strat through the T-57 tubescreamer sounds pretty good on this one. Lo-fi for the win.
Fiction, comedy, music, pop-culture musings, and other awesome nonsense from a disembodied head floating in the ether...
A Thomas Ligotti-esque tale on the horror of existence and part of my short-story collection that I'm working on, tentatively entitled...
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