[Insert self into ocean]
“A cold star stalks an old sun.”
“The hallway to hell is lined with doors leading to more hallways and doors leading to doors leading to doors leading to emo.”
Wandering the Dreamer’s fields.
“Dismissed country, prepare the urn,
Bleached, burnt, and broken, a purposeless herd”
Inferna tetigit possit, ut supera assequi.
An off-the-dome rambling on some top album picks from FCU’s contributors.
We hope you were expecting a heap of coal this holiday season.
“Your body is not a temple, it’s just food for the pump.”
Nuke ’em, Rico!
Imbibing the pared down, psychedelic-infused folk ditties from South Africa’s weirdo experimental duo.