In deciding whether to maintain Or shatter the monotony I realize my underlying Fixation with lines A love affair, really Tracing, connecting, standing in Where
4 to 1
These malformed deficiencies of my soul Pull the strings of judgement, condemnation Navigating a fractured landscape, blind Projecting my own discretions tenfold Crashing against the
Neil
Neil doesn’t have much going for him. Still living in his mother’s basement, spending all of his free time eating fried chicken, watching horror movies,
All I Have Ever Known
if i understood how to open my eyes would i dare to gaze beyond the fragile strands that define the only place i’ve ever known
Between A Spider’s Eyes Release Day!
What do you get when you take eight of the most prolific voices on the indie horror scene and barricade them in a cellar for
Small Deaths
i’ve never felt quite right wrapped in confusion at the perceived motivations around me never really a direction but displacement from the things and the
