i swore to Makoto on new year's eve that i wouldn't open a DAW or touch a notebook until at least march.

i lied.

it’s 2 AM and i'm sitting on the floor with my SG unplugged, quietly tapping out riffs so i don't wake up the entire building. there’s this weird sickness where the second you finish one giant thing, your brain immediately starts itching to do it again, like you haven't proved whatever point you were trying to make.

we have some crazy ideas bouncing around for what comes next. maybe live shows eventually, maybe burning everything down and taking over the world, who knows.

don't sleep on us.

...oh, and tomorrow's my birthday. happy birthday me.

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