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there's a vid going around of him doing a song hours before the accident about how everything that's to be done has been tried & has failed. things...
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there's a vid going around of him doing a song hours before the accident about how everything that's to be done has been tried & has failed. things...
Greetings, one and all. Here is my latest short film. It tells the story of a community theatre actor who lands the role of a lifetime. Enjoy and l...
I'm writing a book! The Work Of Wrestling: A Book About Art is a combination of my best work over the past decade with entirely new writing on the ...
The building had no name, just floors stacked like bad decisions. Rain turned the concrete into glass. Kade was already moving when the first knif...
The rain came down hard and hot, turning the Guatemalan jungle into a steaming graveyard of mud and insects. Indiana Jones hated jungles. He hated...
If you've been a member of the pro-wrestling community over the past decade you've likely come across the work of J.J. McGee aka MithGifs. J.J. app...
The city breathed steam and neon, exhaling heat through manhole covers like a wounded animal. Rain slicked the streets until every light doubled i...
When I started my podcast, The Work Of Wrestling, in 2015 one of my goals was to be on Stone Cold Steve Austin's podcast. A couple years later it a...
The first thing Bond felt was cold. Not the romantic kind, no poetic rain, no moonlit reflection. This was institutional cold, the kind poured i...
I've been reading Benjamin, Adorno, and Horkheimer, and the more I do the more I realize how much of what they're saying comes from conversations with the thinkers before them. It feels like walking into a room where everyone’s already mid conversation. This deep dive is my way of tracing those voices backward. I want to understand where ideas come from, how they evolve across time, and what they say about art, memory, and what it means to create something that feels alive.
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...
Strange & Necessary is a deep dive into the gothic literature, film and folklore. It’s for the too-beautiful, the too-strange, the too-questioning creatures that unsettle the world simply by existing. Here I unravel history, film, and folklore while weaving in the threads of my own book. This is a candlelit diary of orphans, sin-eaters, poisons, crows, and heroines who reveal society’s hypocrisy and remind us that difference is not only strange, but necessary.
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...
The fleet had broken in the sky. Fire still rained in streaks, burning trails across the night like the heavens themselves were bleeding. Of the t...
The Metropolis skyline burned orange in the late afternoon. Traffic hummed, the air thick with exhaust, when the sirens split the streets open. Su...
The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the ground crawled with the stink of rot, and the win...