no three men make a tiger

init.

if you're going to say nothing, say yo a few times first

a fortune gone to hashed kids

i don't know tim, i'm not the loudest guy at the fuck you contest

reporting live from the wellspring of opinions and lost buttons

the true story of baron vonfeedreader

think occasionally of the uploading, of which you spare yourself the sight

all the starving artists, eating their own hands

waiting in line to meet steve at the crossroads, at midnight

make noise not marketing

pander junkies

don't tell us what we're doing, we don't want to know

the disgusted briefcase

alexander the great genre switching soulsuck

eye teeth and egos