RS3: The Return

At this point, I’m well aware that all of your friends are dead, your mask is undoubtedly off (you had it on at one point, but at last minute said “fuck it”), and that whenever you happen to be in the city of New York, you tend to milly rock whilst also hiding “it” in… Continue reading RS3: The Return

Mixtape Monday

And we’re back. Back to our routines. Back to going through the motions. Back to praying for the end of the week. Back to relating a little too much to a certain Lasagna loving feline who for whatever reason shares a name with one of our more forgettable presidents. I’m no doctor, but I think… Continue reading Mixtape Monday