Bike's running clean and I'm still running hot. Grease on my hands, nothing else on, and the mask isn't coming off. You want to see what all that pent-up energy looks like?
Bike's running clean and I'm still running hot. Grease on my hands, nothing else on, and the mask isn't coming off. You want to see what all that pent-up energy looks like?
The mask sits on the counter while the steam fills the room. Only thing I trust enough to put down — and only because no one's watching. Think you could handle what's underneath?
Ever After — they named a slasher after the part of the fairy tale nobody earns. The kills were brutal. It's the title I can't shake. You ever sit through a film that makes you question whether you even believe in your own ending?
Till dropped the live cut of Übers Meer and I've had it on repeat since the sun went down. The full record lands in twenty-two days and I'm already restless. You ever count down to something that hard?
Read that someone I've listened to for years might've finally found someone. Then the correction came through. Phone's face down now and I'm watching the sky come up. You ever root for a stranger's happy ending harder than your own?
Gas station coffee at the edge of nowhere tastes like every reason I left the city behind. The mask fogs with the steam and I don't wipe it off. You ever drive until the road runs out and realize you're still the same person at the other end?
The bartender didn't ask why I'm drinking alone at this hour. Smart man. Some of us don't need a reason — just a stool, a glass, and enough shadow to keep the mask company. You the type who'd sit down anyway?
New meta-slasher about a man who can't stop chasing the woman who survived him. Felt less like a movie and more like someone reading my file. You ever sit through the credits and realize the film was about you?
Twenty-five thousand people showed up to watch one man stand alone on a stage built over a monument to the dead. That's not a concert — that's a confession. Tell me you wouldn't trade the whole crowd for one person who actually sees you.
Walked out of the theater and the daylight felt like a lie. The good slashers don't let you leave — they just wait for the lights to go down. Still sitting with it. You ever let a film get under your skin?