My Degeneration - The Eyes
60's Fuzz, feedback, and Freakbeat
If you like your guitars fuzzy and your attitude loud, this is for you.
A cult Freakbeat classic that takes a familiar riff and drags it through the feedback.
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My Degeneration - The Eyes
60's Fuzz, feedback, and Freakbeat
If you like your guitars fuzzy and your attitude loud, this is for you.
A cult Freakbeat classic that takes a familiar riff and drags it through the feedback.
Nobody does cigarettes like me
One thing I’m super proud of this year is doing art again, shitty as it is, it’s so liberating and meaningful to me to create something.
ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴀᴜᴋ
𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕖
I don't wanna change but I don't wanna stay the same
I don't wanna go but I'm runnin'
I don't wanna work but I don't wanna sit around
All day frownin'
I don't wanna give up but I kinda wanna lie down
But not sleep just rest
Give me a break, how much does it really take
To get my head outta here?
I could not find a sweeter blackberry
Than the ones behind my Opa’s shop
Behind the scent of burnt oil and metal shavings
Was a paradise, waiting
Curated by summers Ohio heat
No directions, No coordinates
Keep walking into that ocean of green
Avoid the poison ivy
Fill your bucket with as many blackberries as you’d like
My Oma’s only rule,
If you can’t hear my voice, you’ve gone too far
Echoing through time
I’m still listening for her call
“Sure baby, mañana.” It was always mañana. For the next week that was all I heard - mañana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven." ―Jack Kerouac
In the purgatory of time between winter and
Spring—I found myself in ruins
like a skilled dog searching for a cadaver
I refused to be called a loser, even in the rubble
I refused to be seen as the sufferer
I’m looking now, at my achievements and agony’s
I could not tell you which is which
Only that the crickets chirped outside my window
For the first time since my childhood
I could finally stand there and listen
As they sang, with the swaying of the trees
The howls of the wind
I understood the words, I danced to the sound of unison
As it took my body, only the way midnight can
I fell
Into the arms of dawn, with a surety in its dwindling time, desperate not for salvation
Forever my Cleveland 2014 song, heartbroken but searching for meaning and finding something worth living for, even for a moment in time
Still my favorite song.
Zine //2026