I’m skipping DST. I’m riding with the sun and hiding under the sheets at sun set.

The first wave of Scumbags are just a few weeks away for dropping.

Words escape me this morning. Making marks in the spare moments

Friday night record party is winding down with the Specials “Ghost Town” on repeat. Perfect song for an imperfect week

Good evening Platform People, work has commenced on a new mini zine like object and a sneak peak seemed only fitting. Hopping to have this wrapped up and off to a printer in a few weeks. Stay tuned, stay safe, stay up late.

It wasn’t intentional but a punk inspired Frankenstein monsters manifested itself a little early for the Halloween season.

Like Haley’s Comet, a Thin Lizzy song is a welcome visitor enjoyed for a brief period of time before slipping back into the darkness of an ever expanding Spotify playlist

Putting cardboard to good use

October 1st is National Goth Day of Angst. Mark your calendars, break out the black mascara and do it up right, Platform People. I’m just making shit up, it’s actually May 22nd but whatever. Play Sisters of Mercy, The Mission, and some proto goth while there’s still time.

Hey platform people, play it loud, play it over and over. Let’s meet up for grilled cheese and shopping mall donuts at sun down

A smattering of chicken scratch lines

No weak pits

Feeling the tug of Charles Bukowski the last few days “If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose”

Dig it Platform people. Let’s leaves the routines of living behind. Skip out on the rent, let the lawn go , the laundry will figure it out. The empty ice cube trays will say: they’ve just left for the day but the carpet knows better. Okay. You dig it l?

Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo never went to school. Sluggo, Sluggo Sluggo he ain’t nobody fools. Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo Nancy treated him like a tool. He packed a sake, he ran away. he cried some tears, he ran away. Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo

Boys may not cry but I know at least one adult who does. I’m going through some of my photography books and forgot how styling the first wave of UK punk was, all over the place. Truly a “Be what you want to be moment” before it was defined Sometimes things need to less polished, less perfect.

Busting broncos, bunkhouse fun the pope owns a dude ranch, everyone’s welcome it’s fun! The pope owns a dude ranch everyone’s welcome expect that one! And that one, and all the other ones. The pope owns a dude ranch doesn’t seem like much fun. My one attempt at writing a punk song

Remember no sticking just a little stabbing, toreador

Currently working on a write in petition demanding Toby Kieth’s I ❤️ this bar and grill remove broccoli from the menu.

It happens sometimes. People just explode.

Pushing ink, making marks, ignoring the hour

The life of a repo man is always intense

The lights are growing dim Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am

Feeling 7 Up, I’m feeling 7 Up. Sharing styles,sharing smiles