Shit Towne

Walking in the silence and Cicadas

We lost Dolly Parton today, although it will no longer be today when you read this.

Got What You Need

I wrote a zine for a video game about a non-existent future where music saves the world, and it consumed me.

Pray for a true peace in space

I had no words for myself in the late 1980s when I obsessed over Metroid in the basement, only ideas. Desires that questioned the body, how it might be broken down and rebuilt into something better, even when I was so young.

Baby where’s a feast for the smile?

Hard, near impossible, to write so joyously about being so tired, and if you did not speak the language you would never know that these songs all feel so close to weary hearts.