Hiatus & Memoriam Here, for you, I leave this bit of prose, a schizo-post or an eulogy, a desperation. Im proud of these words, and I hope others will find meaning in them too. #art #writer #author open.substack.com/pub/feignthi...

Hierophantasm My EP, my parasite, find it in all the feign places feignthing.bandcamp.com/album/hierop...

The word is mute. Like the air ~ air of idealism. As if to myself I whisper, Whisper thoughts of burning fields. Fields of bread. Fields of horses and dogs. Sheep dogs, Sleep like dead cattle, Seep like waste wired argon. Argon oil air of idealism.