hookerterian- a dietary choice for the most hipster of zombies. because they're too cool to eat normal people. 

Nate Scholz on guitar and bass. William Hanson; Vox and Noms

Morbidly Optimistic- the Hookerterian

Playing the Pessimist(demo) by Groovy T

Probably the most brutally honest piece of self-reflection i've done.

A third person(spoken word)

Omission Statement Acapella

A demo for an untitled song im working on, recorded in 2 takes. 

Untitled song demo

I Play The Villain

Here i sit, chasing the ragged curtails of opiate dreams and marijuana night life, pondering what has become of my former youth. The youth exploited in schools, and condemned on the streets of hallelujah hometown heroes singing hymns of ho-hum hypocrisy. I doddle  through the clouds of obscene dreamscapes, bewildered at how hollow it feels to be alive. To be alive in this era  in which we exploit the dreams of the young, and parade stereotypes like a new-found curmudgeon gasping his first surly breath in the city limelight only to find it “polluted” by the forlorn bastards his parents always warned him about. What dreams are these? Why must they seem so serene in their madness? To call them a nightmare would be to call myself normal. They are so much more, so much more glorious in their calm-calamity that its bewilderment, not terror grasps at my throat; scratching clawing like the beastly wolf-criers of DC. Who peddle their filth, molesting our minds with their arrogant naivety. No… not naivety. They know full well of the turmoil, they choose not to resolve it. To acknowledge the grief and poverty-stricken  ruckus that is coughed up by the ever sinking lower class would be to admit to themselves their own blatant arrogance and abuse of power. I bow out, dignity in hand, laying to rest the youth i never wanted, and the peace-of-mind i never had. I bow out, cupping my manhood, standing at attention, as i bumble through countless interviews for jobs i never needed. I bow out like the soldier laying in the hospice, he’s livelihood worn and frayed and stained with blood and tears and memories of his lost comrades and past loves all lost in the endless abyss of time. Behold me, shallow, lethargic, apathetic,  arrogant in my stoned bliss. I bow out and lay to rest the burden of dreams and heroes and hopes and plans for a future that will never occur; only in the forsaken dreams do they live. but as for me, i bow out.

The Burden Of Dreams

Decline Of The Ideal (drunk flow mix)

really awful, but oh well. Gonna hopefully do these often til they stop sucking. ;P

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