Landmine Marathon

I am here in wonderful Baltimore, Maryland, preparing for a weekend of debauchery and blood that is know as the Maryland Deathfest.

New York in Latin translates into Poon Whale. This pristine city will fuck you hard from behind. Thankfully, Landmine Marathon will never be caught on all fours.

Sitting in the van, I just was educated on what "bats wings" are: For those who don’t know, it’s when your balls stick to your legs.

After weeks and weeks of nothing interesting in my life, Armageddon has finally come and gone.

Our guitarist Ryan’s birthday was Saturday and we all got him a big-ass birthday cake, filled with hookers and sandwiches.

The Origin show on July 30 was memorable for five reasons:

My body has been burnt and destroyed, my mind blown to pieces, and I still have sand in my ass.

This Friday I leave for Show Awesome Death Party 2008 in Pomona!

This past week has been a long one. Let's just say that the holiday weekend won the battle.

Shit’s getting real: The cover artwork for Rusted Eyes Awake has arrived and my perception of modern art and my personal take on society and culture have been completely redefined.