“I could live in this parking lot; I could be here, and I cannot”
“Parking Lot” from Wolfstein by Son

There’s something to be said about incumbents; the warm robe and worn slippers feeling of comfort and stability that comes with familiarity. But familiarity and conformity have a dark, Faustian side that is inherently accepted by those who choose ‘establishment’ over innovation and discomfort. Weiterlesen →

A rap rhyme review of “The Unspeakable Chilly Gonzales”

What if your inner voice just started speaking out?
And everyone could hear what you really are about
Would you have the guts to lay it down on wax? Weiterlesen →