
for most of my childhood, I didn’t have cable tv. but my dad had a curated collection of cryptid, fantasy, and alien dvds. and my brother and I were media-based kids. we loved the idea of other universes that, by miracle or misfortune, happened to coincide with earth’s haunting delights. we indulged in the delusion of film (and nintendo ds’s) as often as we could. our bedtime ritual consisted of pulling out the couch-mattress, gathering pilled blankets with whitetails printed on front and back, and flitting through my dad’s video bookcase in pursuit of a flick to fall asleep to. my dad tended to gravitate towards two films in particular: flyboys and war of the worlds. when popcorn ran dry, these movies satisfied our appetites. a cordial invitation into the make-believe, whether terrifying or beautiful, was not one squandered. our impossible imaginations only grew with us as we aged into two artists, beckoned to find the next alternate reality to slip into- a chase inherited from our pa.
my dad played a huge role in what I found myself drawn to in art, and now in music. metallic chimes, squelches, and spine coiling echoes. the sounds of the woods, of carnality, of a world under siege by aliens that had been living below our very feet. what an idea!!
by luck, I met @ian_adkins_ who’s fantasyland looked suspiciously like mine. it only proved that parallel realities were not as fictional as tom cruise made it seem, but rather quietly living in the beautiful boy at the same party as i.
learning from someone with a profound sense of understanding of the romantic heartbeat of techno has shown me what perfect creative and loving alignment looks and feels like. with Ian, I feel the grass of an imagined land, hear the shuttering of a metal creature as it stretches its legs for the first time, and mourn the little aliens that couldn’t share our air for long after waiting to join us on the surface while we howled over radio about the new, unwelcome neighbors.
this is our audible, digital and vinyl, interpretation.
link: https://on.soundcloud.com/R5tTgx0UcStXtaY1eU
(also in bio)
for most of my childhood, I didn’t have cable tv. but my dad had a curated collection of cryptid, fantasy, and alien dvds. and my brother and I were media-based kids. we loved the idea of other universes that, by miracle or misfortune, happened to coincide with earth’s haunting delights. we indulged in the delusion of film (and nintendo ds’s) as often as we could. our bedtime ritual consisted of pulling out the couch-mattress, gathering pilled blankets with whitetails printed on front and back, and flitting through my dad’s video bookcase in pursuit of a flick to fall asleep to. my dad tended to gravitate towards two films in particular: flyboys and war of the worlds. when popcorn ran dry, these movies satisfied our appetites. a cordial invitation into the make-believe, whether terrifying or beautiful, was not one squandered. our impossible imaginations only grew with us as we aged into two artists, beckoned to find the next alternate reality to slip into- a chase inherited from our pa.
my dad played a huge role in what I found myself drawn to in art, and now in music. metallic chimes, squelches, and spine coiling echoes. the sounds of the woods, of carnality, of a world under siege by aliens that had been living below our very feet. what an idea!!
by luck, I met @ian_adkins_ who’s fantasyland looked suspiciously like mine. it only proved that parallel realities were not as fictional as tom cruise made it seem, but rather quietly living in the beautiful boy at the same party as i.
learning from someone with a profound sense of understanding of the romantic heartbeat of techno has shown me what perfect creative and loving alignment looks and feels like. with Ian, I feel the grass of an imagined land, hear the shuttering of a metal creature as it stretches its legs for the first time, and mourn the little aliens that couldn’t share our air for long after waiting to join us on the surface while we howled over radio about the new, unwelcome neighbors.
this is our audible, digital and vinyl, interpretation.
link: https://on.soundcloud.com/R5tTgx0UcStXtaY1eU
(also in bio)
for most of my childhood, I didn’t have cable tv. but my dad had a curated collection of cryptid, fantasy, and alien dvds. and my brother and I were media-based kids. we loved the idea of other universes that, by miracle or misfortune, happened to coincide with earth’s haunting delights. we indulged in the delusion of film (and nintendo ds’s) as often as we could. our bedtime ritual consisted of pulling out the couch-mattress, gathering pilled blankets with whitetails printed on front and back, and flitting through my dad’s video bookcase in pursuit of a flick to fall asleep to. my dad tended to gravitate towards two films in particular: flyboys and war of the worlds. when popcorn ran dry, these movies satisfied our appetites. a cordial invitation into the make-believe, whether terrifying or beautiful, was not one squandered. our impossible imaginations only grew with us as we aged into two artists, beckoned to find the next alternate reality to slip into- a chase inherited from our pa.
my dad played a huge role in what I found myself drawn to in art, and now in music. metallic chimes, squelches, and spine coiling echoes. the sounds of the woods, of carnality, of a world under siege by aliens that had been living below our very feet. what an idea!!
by luck, I met @ian_adkins_ who’s fantasyland looked suspiciously like mine. it only proved that parallel realities were not as fictional as tom cruise made it seem, but rather quietly living in the beautiful boy at the same party as i.
learning from someone with a profound sense of understanding of the romantic heartbeat of techno has shown me what perfect creative and loving alignment looks and feels like. with Ian, I feel the grass of an imagined land, hear the shuttering of a metal creature as it stretches its legs for the first time, and mourn the little aliens that couldn’t share our air for long after waiting to join us on the surface while we howled over radio about the new, unwelcome neighbors.
this is our audible, digital and vinyl, interpretation.
link: https://on.soundcloud.com/R5tTgx0UcStXtaY1eU
(also in bio)
for most of my childhood, I didn’t have cable tv. but my dad had a curated collection of cryptid, fantasy, and alien dvds. and my brother and I were media-based kids. we loved the idea of other universes that, by miracle or misfortune, happened to coincide with earth’s haunting delights. we indulged in the delusion of film (and nintendo ds’s) as often as we could. our bedtime ritual consisted of pulling out the couch-mattress, gathering pilled blankets with whitetails printed on front and back, and flitting through my dad’s video bookcase in pursuit of a flick to fall asleep to. my dad tended to gravitate towards two films in particular: flyboys and war of the worlds. when popcorn ran dry, these movies satisfied our appetites. a cordial invitation into the make-believe, whether terrifying or beautiful, was not one squandered. our impossible imaginations only grew with us as we aged into two artists, beckoned to find the next alternate reality to slip into- a chase inherited from our pa.
my dad played a huge role in what I found myself drawn to in art, and now in music. metallic chimes, squelches, and spine coiling echoes. the sounds of the woods, of carnality, of a world under siege by aliens that had been living below our very feet. what an idea!!
by luck, I met @ian_adkins_ who’s fantasyland looked suspiciously like mine. it only proved that parallel realities were not as fictional as tom cruise made it seem, but rather quietly living in the beautiful boy at the same party as i.
learning from someone with a profound sense of understanding of the romantic heartbeat of techno has shown me what perfect creative and loving alignment looks and feels like. with Ian, I feel the grass of an imagined land, hear the shuttering of a metal creature as it stretches its legs for the first time, and mourn the little aliens that couldn’t share our air for long after waiting to join us on the surface while we howled over radio about the new, unwelcome neighbors.
this is our audible, digital and vinyl, interpretation.
link: https://on.soundcloud.com/R5tTgx0UcStXtaY1eU
(also in bio)
for most of my childhood, I didn’t have cable tv. but my dad had a curated collection of cryptid, fantasy, and alien dvds. and my brother and I were media-based kids. we loved the idea of other universes that, by miracle or misfortune, happened to coincide with earth’s haunting delights. we indulged in the delusion of film (and nintendo ds’s) as often as we could. our bedtime ritual consisted of pulling out the couch-mattress, gathering pilled blankets with whitetails printed on front and back, and flitting through my dad’s video bookcase in pursuit of a flick to fall asleep to. my dad tended to gravitate towards two films in particular: flyboys and war of the worlds. when popcorn ran dry, these movies satisfied our appetites. a cordial invitation into the make-believe, whether terrifying or beautiful, was not one squandered. our impossible imaginations only grew with us as we aged into two artists, beckoned to find the next alternate reality to slip into- a chase inherited from our pa.
my dad played a huge role in what I found myself drawn to in art, and now in music. metallic chimes, squelches, and spine coiling echoes. the sounds of the woods, of carnality, of a world under siege by aliens that had been living below our very feet. what an idea!!
by luck, I met @ian_adkins_ who’s fantasyland looked suspiciously like mine. it only proved that parallel realities were not as fictional as tom cruise made it seem, but rather quietly living in the beautiful boy at the same party as i.
learning from someone with a profound sense of understanding of the romantic heartbeat of techno has shown me what perfect creative and loving alignment looks and feels like. with Ian, I feel the grass of an imagined land, hear the shuttering of a metal creature as it stretches its legs for the first time, and mourn the little aliens that couldn’t share our air for long after waiting to join us on the surface while we howled over radio about the new, unwelcome neighbors.
this is our audible, digital and vinyl, interpretation.
link: https://on.soundcloud.com/R5tTgx0UcStXtaY1eU
(also in bio)

for most of my childhood, I didn’t have cable tv. but my dad had a curated collection of cryptid, fantasy, and alien dvds. and my brother and I were media-based kids. we loved the idea of other universes that, by miracle or misfortune, happened to coincide with earth’s haunting delights. we indulged in the delusion of film (and nintendo ds’s) as often as we could. our bedtime ritual consisted of pulling out the couch-mattress, gathering pilled blankets with whitetails printed on front and back, and flitting through my dad’s video bookcase in pursuit of a flick to fall asleep to. my dad tended to gravitate towards two films in particular: flyboys and war of the worlds. when popcorn ran dry, these movies satisfied our appetites. a cordial invitation into the make-believe, whether terrifying or beautiful, was not one squandered. our impossible imaginations only grew with us as we aged into two artists, beckoned to find the next alternate reality to slip into- a chase inherited from our pa.
my dad played a huge role in what I found myself drawn to in art, and now in music. metallic chimes, squelches, and spine coiling echoes. the sounds of the woods, of carnality, of a world under siege by aliens that had been living below our very feet. what an idea!!
by luck, I met @ian_adkins_ who’s fantasyland looked suspiciously like mine. it only proved that parallel realities were not as fictional as tom cruise made it seem, but rather quietly living in the beautiful boy at the same party as i.
learning from someone with a profound sense of understanding of the romantic heartbeat of techno has shown me what perfect creative and loving alignment looks and feels like. with Ian, I feel the grass of an imagined land, hear the shuttering of a metal creature as it stretches its legs for the first time, and mourn the little aliens that couldn’t share our air for long after waiting to join us on the surface while we howled over radio about the new, unwelcome neighbors.
this is our audible, digital and vinyl, interpretation.
link: https://on.soundcloud.com/R5tTgx0UcStXtaY1eU
(also in bio)

here is where i: ran around in circles until i fell down and threw up (it was awesome)

here is where i: ran around in circles until i fell down and threw up (it was awesome)

here is where i: ran around in circles until i fell down and threw up (it was awesome)

here is where i: ran around in circles until i fell down and threw up (it was awesome)

here is where i: ran around in circles until i fell down and threw up (it was awesome)

here is where i: ran around in circles until i fell down and threw up (it was awesome)

got nine lives and smell like citrus rinds (ate a clementine this morning and celebrated fruit season, thought about how it all makes sense)

got nine lives and smell like citrus rinds (ate a clementine this morning and celebrated fruit season, thought about how it all makes sense)

got nine lives and smell like citrus rinds (ate a clementine this morning and celebrated fruit season, thought about how it all makes sense)

got nine lives and smell like citrus rinds (ate a clementine this morning and celebrated fruit season, thought about how it all makes sense)

got nine lives and smell like citrus rinds (ate a clementine this morning and celebrated fruit season, thought about how it all makes sense)

got nine lives and smell like citrus rinds (ate a clementine this morning and celebrated fruit season, thought about how it all makes sense)

leave and come back and decide it’s special
take my glasses off and decide it’s special
big and little special

leave and come back and decide it’s special
take my glasses off and decide it’s special
big and little special

leave and come back and decide it’s special
take my glasses off and decide it’s special
big and little special

leave and come back and decide it’s special
take my glasses off and decide it’s special
big and little special

leave and come back and decide it’s special
take my glasses off and decide it’s special
big and little special
leave and come back and decide it’s special
take my glasses off and decide it’s special
big and little special
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