Sometimes I make things that aren’t advertising.
To celebrate National Poetry Month, I helped bring Allen Ginsberg back from the dead. (Sort of).
Then there’s that time I contributed Frankenstein fanfiction to this anthology of NSFW parodies of classic literature.
So much of hip hop sounds like a profane version of an in-flight magazine.
So I wrote some haiku about it.
I really love the Dirty Projectors. Here’s a video I cut to one of their songs
to prove it.
The guy at 0:51 is okay. I checked.