a nonsense noose
of silky sayings
playing with my mind

a common cause
of laws that pause
with claws so rare & raw


-fences fashion
-passive passion
-the dead are dancing
-necromancing

-looks that lie
-will blind your eye
-& wrap your heart
-up in a sigh


a contract carved
with subtle saviors
watering the wine

a crowd of one
all ties undone
seeking surer sign


-chaos clashing
-soul scar smashing
-crashing breaking
-taking flight

-always falling
-quite appalling
-shadows swallow
-fragile light

p a s s i v e  . p a s s i o n

pIGEONhOLE: a genre-fucking exploration of the delightful fungasm of ironically mocking everything

We met in Egypt at a high-level convention for the funeral services industry specializing in ritual mummification (this is all I can say about that!)

He was there to do the music for the after-party & I wasn't really sure why I was there, having went to sleep in the USA just 2 days ago.

But I digress....

We ran into each other sneaking out of the boring speeches to get high in the alley.

Due to our mutual loves of recreational neurochemistry, hilarious noise and just being fucking cool, we decided to finally start that band with Terence McKenna (who unfortunately was dead at that point, may the chattering elf-infested spaces bless his logarrheic savior soul).

Utilizing the salvaged remains of computers & dark-tech hardware projects from Oak Ridge, combined with computer parts & other goodies salvaged from a "weather balloon" that crashed ear the studio, pIGE0Nh0LE did sync into the Universal Badass & yay & verily did they funnel rock earthwards. And they still do......