Forced to eat moldy granola.
A psychedelic trip gone awry.
An auditory experience that channels the fragrant stillness of a twilit evening in the dead of summer.
A stopover at the enigmatic cottage cluster of unknown origin.
“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”
“Laid out on the floor without a tongue trying to ask why”
Succinct reviews of some cybergrind, harsh noise/industrial, and hardcore-infused death metal.
“Send my body to Arby’s.”
Ensnared in a crystalline azure.
Plunging into dismal depths with a doom goliath.
“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is