Locust Meal

The struggle as a creator is unlike any other struggle man has faced. It is at times one born of need, but more often than not in my life it is the product of fear.

Fear of being forgotten or mundane. Fear of trading in my dreams for a more realistic, yet somehow grayed vision of the world.

In my life I have sacrificed everything from my social life, to quite possibly my sanity in the pursuit of being taken seriously as a creator. It is when times are tough creatively, times such as this, that I must pull the cross off of my back and wield it like a fucking battle axe.

My fists will break your bones, my songs will deafen your ears, my drawings will blind your eyes, my story will break your heart.

There is nothing new.

dying.

I would have died already were it not for Jessie taking care of me. Sick as the proverbial dog.

The fevers have given me some serious visions for future creative works. Expect the best.

Semi short-term expositions include, Litany for the Whale's debut EP Dolores, an art show featuring myself and various other talented artists, a script to a short film, beginning recording Litany's full-length, various zines, more documentation here.

I remain fevered.