it’s wild that you just make whatever the hell you want on the internet.

i am one of the unwashed masses. a truly stinky singular mass. a real stank lump.

smell my link in bio.

dare me to add auto playing music to this site ala MySpace.

plz, i beg you. double doggie dare me.

smartphones aren’t the problem.

companies that build applications that hijack our chemical reward system to profit from our attention and limited time away from labour are.

there is a real gap between being the self i should be to be the most successful under capitalism i can be and self i want to be. truly at odds.

i just wanna hang out, fuck with gender, and ride bikes. hbu?

the idea that spotify (and algorithms) forces musicians to become content creators instead of artists is causing my brain to melt and drip out of my ears.

inside me there are two wolves:

one that is super fucking focused and good at stuff.

and another that accidentally puts his keys in freezer.