D.C. Suburb, pop punk super hero and zinester.
Blog= an inconsistent ejaculation into the endless web of non-responses and distant cracked computer monitors.
HEY, ITS ME AGAIN
OMG HI HI HI,
LOL, 3, and it takes as few as physically possible because Alex Heinz is too easily distracted to meddle with the likes of lightbulbs.
Last week I shot a roll of film that I’d got free with a second hand camera. When I got back the scans I found out that the roll had already been used by the guy who gave me it and so I had double exposed it. By chance, both of us had taken a photo of a motorway landscape and this was made. His photo is from the inside of the car looking at countryside and my shot of an urban motorway is best seen on the left hand side.
This is fucking amazing
MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE
This is art in the 21st century. Everything is second. Nothing is original and its okay. Its more than okay, its beautiful. Accept that the human experience is unoriginal and beautiful. Or just think I’m full of shit. I don’t care.
So stoked for tonight’s show.
So many good people are going to be in one space together.
Its going to be fracking rad.
Mad loves to everyone pushing the show, sharing directions, giving eachother rides to come out. Y’all are why this is at all possible.
Latterman - My Bedroom is Like, For Artists
Streets gentrified like it’s no problem.
Boys in bands still singing about killing their girlfriends.
People leave communities while their still struggling.
Come on everybody sing along, we’re to blame.
Punks start dealing with their own white privilige.
We tell all the boys to stop being so aggressive.
Actually giving a shit about the place we live in.
Come on everybody sing along, let’s fix this.
Dehydradted, hungry, tired, and everything smells like bleach.