Monthly Archives: September 2015

The endless growth of death that is life and shit.

Which is to say that I’m going to try to clean up the blog in the next few weeks. Maybe even posting- god. Fucking weird idea.

I’ve started another site for fiction and non biographical stories.

Body and Blood: Part I

Here’s some fucking vampire writing.

Also I’ve gotten depressed about having posted that video of Avicii’s cover of that one song.  Wake me up. Apparently the song was by a black dude called Aloe Blacc.  Avicii did a cover and the cover became widely popular and all the stations were playing it. It’s like Eminem and rap. White America. I’m telling you.

Here’s the original.

I like it.  Aloe’s got more feeling in his singing than an average pop song/than Avicii’s cover.  I mean seriously.  I like the cover and the video Avicii put with it still makes me cry, but after I heard Aloe I realized how… industrial? Avicii’s version was.  Like he has no emotional connection to the song but is still singing it because he’s being paid per word.

Or maybe I’m just crabby. I AM really crabby.