well, we're here... finally. it's pretty fitting that this record is called i hate music because sometimes the processes and procedures i develop (*endure might be the better word here), feel like the worst kind of work. it doesn't feel like making music; it barely feels like making art of any kind. there are no good reasons for why i do what i do. it's a futile effort wherein the ends in no way, shape or form could ever justify the means. my time is spent in a hamster wheel hellbent on deteriorating my mind. i am every one of these 100 tiny albums and nearly 1,000 music videos which i hope, collectively, tell the story of what i'm trying to write about here. i hate it.
〠》• chronological linx •《〠
﷽