i haven’t posted anything other than band matters in a minute so here’s a recent picture of me
everything feels hollow and uncoupled and loose again and it’s for almost no reason at all
cycles of days like these make me yearn for normalcy. i honest to god hope to grow old and plain. monotony is better than being out of control to the point of seriously considering killing yourself every couple of weeks
"but she’s a handsome prize"
Sinai Vessel's profanity test presses arrived last week and well… They sound pretty great! Just curious, have we ever mentioned that mail days are the best days?
last night’s secret show in utah left nothing to be desired, and that’s not just because the practice space we played was no more than 100 square feet of horror movie set concrete. we’re forever indebted to Nora Dates for risking their lease to set up this adventure.