chapstick.

I have spent the night recording bits from AM radio stations, and processing them to the point that they don't sound like anything. It's not really musical. Or even interesting. It just felt like the right thing to do.

Last night, in order to get in the right headspace for something I'm working on, I read a book by Miklos Nyiszli. He was a Jewish prisoner who was made the assistant of Dr. Mengele at one of the Auschwitz crematoriums during the Holocaust . In horrifying detail, he wrote of the experiments in which he took part. I cannot comprehend how any human being could be as malicious and disgusting as Mengele, and the entire book, while important, was extremely unsettling.

Empty Signals. I have a lot of stuff that I should upload. As far as that project goes, I stopped creating a while back and started spilling the things inside my broken head on to an audio track. That's all it is. Press record.

they want nothing more than to cut you up into a thousand pieces

the oh so noble council meets daily to pray for your demons

Anyway, it's far more honest than anything else that I am responsible for, and I suppose that's all that really matters.

Listen, if you have faith in some sort of god and all that, great. I'm not saying it's an unhealthy thing. I'm simply saying it doesn't make sense, it's unintelligent to trust anything that much, and I don't believe a word of it. So leave me the fuck alone. The parties addressed will more than likely never read this, but that felt like an appropriate way to get that out.

I meant to do more with this page tonight, but blogger is not allowing me to upload this. I'll try again some other time.

"if you remove your face, you'll look more like what you want everyone to see."