I'm NEVER finished

Down out sideways

I do not fuck with that jugga horror alt skate core shit. I make it for the d10 rollers, the noobs that keep jobs to buy their weekly pull from big bro and drool for DLC to get their acco fix in hopes my hard science fiction-driven imagery will be properly presented on their bathroom walls... so while they drop a duece and tweet, they can look at it and think...

"...deeeeeem civilization has come so far. gonna need to buy more toilet paper..."

But I'm a hipster, though. I like cool gadgets, trash talk ironically, and dress fashionably to mask the nerd that tries every day to reconcile the sharp-horned primal bull. I ride a fixed gear so I won't be lazy on my commute, wearing wannabe wayfarers I got at a music festival while slammed on molly, wear it over the black-frame glasses I've had since before it was popular and because my eyesight is terrible and I am on my last pair of contact lenses.

I dress like a skater kid for the Chuck Norris kicking range of motion. And the shoes are comfy enough for deadlifts, apparently. Otherwise I'd wear my beat up #saucony running shoes for the emminent possibility of a zombie cataclysm.

Being mobile is crucial in a world so frighteningly connected as ours while I write this on my android smart phone. Cementing a legacy that survives my pretentious life span is the key. If I am seen as an overly critical, desensitized man for the remainder... at least my art can live its own life.

To Respark, With Love

There is a wondrous glow at the magic hour of sunrise. Something about the cold blue sheen warps understanding of color much like the eerie yellow radiance of a sodium lamp. It was in these forsaken twilight sessions that I mused on contrasting relationships between shade and hue. An ill-calibrated monitor forces one to consider what the eye is really able to see. My limits of perception and patience reached a threshold and I wonder if there was a breakthrough during this trial.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 009>> The Sonic Arms Race

Sifting through the world of music videos is a daunting, herculean effort when there's a cause involved. Enter Thursday. There is a lot of ammo in the month or so that I have abstained from discovering new content. Make no mistake, I have stockpiled a cinematic barrage.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 008>> The Harlem Shakedown

This just happened. One week ago, the internet microcosm was jolted by yet another meme. A simple ~30 second video, a simple trap drop, and digital hell breaks loose. The best part is NOT jumping on the trend grenade as a cutting-edge reporter

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 007>> Humanoid Idiosyncrasies Paralleled, A Hieratic Opus Purveyed (Don't even assume this is safe for viewing at work)

I despise rainy days. What I loathe a tad more than precipitate weather are rappers that bank their style on tip drills a.k.a. "Makin' It Rain." Fortunately, there is an abundant supply of substantial hip-hop music videos in these recent days. A proper THRSDYTHRWDWN is founded on the notion of dope beats, sage lyrics, and hype visuals. Here we go.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 006>> Glorified Odious Temporalities (Never Safe For Work)

If you have felt anxiety since Monday, do not fear. The freedom of a week's end is a punt away. Breathe a paced rhythm, turn that nervous foot-tap to the following beats. Nod your head and smile. You're welcome.