Black Ink
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“If your truth’s tremblin’, let it tremble on the track.”
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Fifteen faces slipped in clean—no floorboards creaked, no shadows bent.
Movin’ that quiet says you’re my kind of intent.
Grab a seat, mind the mixtape, let the soundtrack spin slow…
Glad you in the dark with me—but how you found me…
…I still don’t know.
Fifteen faces slipped in clean—no floorboards creaked, no shadows bent.
Movin’ that quiet says you’re my kind of intent.
Grab a seat, mind the mixtape, let the soundtrack spin slow…
Glad you in the dark with me—but how you found me…
…I still don’t know.
Someone asked how the new track’s going. Told them it’s like finding a fingerprint on a glass you don’t remember touching. Melody’s familiar, motive unclear, but I’m following it anyway.
If the song’s guilty, it’ll confess eventually.
If the song’s guilty, it’ll confess eventually.
December 8, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Someone asked how the new track’s going. Told them it’s like finding a fingerprint on a glass you don’t remember touching. Melody’s familiar, motive unclear, but I’m following it anyway.
If the song’s guilty, it’ll confess eventually.
If the song’s guilty, it’ll confess eventually.
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I still think one of the coolest things about modern technology is that when I hear a good song at a bar that I don't know the name of, I can press a button on my phone and get it added to my playlist instantly.
it's actually one of the coolest things that has become an everyday convenience.
it's actually one of the coolest things that has become an everyday convenience.
December 8, 2025 at 7:29 AM
I still think one of the coolest things about modern technology is that when I hear a good song at a bar that I don't know the name of, I can press a button on my phone and get it added to my playlist instantly.
it's actually one of the coolest things that has become an everyday convenience.
it's actually one of the coolest things that has become an everyday convenience.
Just finished mastering the last song of my debut project.
I can die now.
I can die now.
December 8, 2025 at 6:10 AM
Just finished mastering the last song of my debut project.
I can die now.
I can die now.
Twenty of you now, and the room’s warmer. Appreciate you pulling up to this little corner of the internet. Sit tight. This soundtrack’s just getting weird enough to be fun
December 8, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Twenty of you now, and the room’s warmer. Appreciate you pulling up to this little corner of the internet. Sit tight. This soundtrack’s just getting weird enough to be fun
If we start labeling AI, then we better slap a sticker on Auto-Tune too.
"People should know whether what they're listening to is a human voice or not," says Breland on the new episode of Rolling Stone’s Nashville Now podcast.
Watch/Listen ↓
Watch/Listen ↓
This Country Songwriter Says AI Songs Should Be Labeled
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December 7, 2025 at 8:37 AM
If we start labeling AI, then we better slap a sticker on Auto-Tune too.
We’ll be fine.
I mean, we worked out what to do with streaming, auto tune, Napster, cassettes, radio… the player piano.
I mean, we worked out what to do with streaming, auto tune, Napster, cassettes, radio… the player piano.
December 7, 2025 at 3:14 AM
We’ll be fine.
I mean, we worked out what to do with streaming, auto tune, Napster, cassettes, radio… the player piano.
I mean, we worked out what to do with streaming, auto tune, Napster, cassettes, radio… the player piano.
Is it silly to choke up over your own song?
December 7, 2025 at 2:24 AM
Is it silly to choke up over your own song?
Bought a pen yesterday and somehow lost it before I even left the store.
Either I’m too distracted…
or that pen had stronger career ambitions than me.
Either I’m too distracted…
or that pen had stronger career ambitions than me.
December 6, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Bought a pen yesterday and somehow lost it before I even left the store.
Either I’m too distracted…
or that pen had stronger career ambitions than me.
Either I’m too distracted…
or that pen had stronger career ambitions than me.
Been thinking… my reflection blinked a half-second before I did this morning.
Not enough to panic, just enough to keep the lights on.
If the mirror’s trying to tell me something, it can send an email like everyone else.
Not enough to panic, just enough to keep the lights on.
If the mirror’s trying to tell me something, it can send an email like everyone else.
December 6, 2025 at 8:57 AM
Been thinking… my reflection blinked a half-second before I did this morning.
Not enough to panic, just enough to keep the lights on.
If the mirror’s trying to tell me something, it can send an email like everyone else.
Not enough to panic, just enough to keep the lights on.
If the mirror’s trying to tell me something, it can send an email like everyone else.
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Inside you are two foxes
They both want to make you exponentially fatter
They both want to make you exponentially fatter
October 22, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Inside you are two foxes
They both want to make you exponentially fatter
They both want to make you exponentially fatter
My favorite mondegreen?
Heard ‘hold me closer, tiny dancer’ as
‘hold me close and try to answer.’
Spent years thinking Elton was out here demanding emotional clarity mid-chorus.
Honestly… respect.
Heard ‘hold me closer, tiny dancer’ as
‘hold me close and try to answer.’
Spent years thinking Elton was out here demanding emotional clarity mid-chorus.
Honestly… respect.
December 5, 2025 at 8:48 PM
My favorite mondegreen?
Heard ‘hold me closer, tiny dancer’ as
‘hold me close and try to answer.’
Spent years thinking Elton was out here demanding emotional clarity mid-chorus.
Honestly… respect.
Heard ‘hold me closer, tiny dancer’ as
‘hold me close and try to answer.’
Spent years thinking Elton was out here demanding emotional clarity mid-chorus.
Honestly… respect.
Walked past a wall, it blew its cover
Yellow rage and gray undercover
Paint hit air—heartbeat loud
She on there like she owned a cloud
Umbrella bright in a storm’s embrace
Color drippin’ like it knew her face
Some scenes pick you, you don’t pick them—
She stepped into frame.
And the world went dim.
Yellow rage and gray undercover
Paint hit air—heartbeat loud
She on there like she owned a cloud
Umbrella bright in a storm’s embrace
Color drippin’ like it knew her face
Some scenes pick you, you don’t pick them—
She stepped into frame.
And the world went dim.
December 5, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Walked past a wall, it blew its cover
Yellow rage and gray undercover
Paint hit air—heartbeat loud
She on there like she owned a cloud
Umbrella bright in a storm’s embrace
Color drippin’ like it knew her face
Some scenes pick you, you don’t pick them—
She stepped into frame.
And the world went dim.
Yellow rage and gray undercover
Paint hit air—heartbeat loud
She on there like she owned a cloud
Umbrella bright in a storm’s embrace
Color drippin’ like it knew her face
Some scenes pick you, you don’t pick them—
She stepped into frame.
And the world went dim.
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Most often, I think of us
the way we started
not the way
we became
we met in winter
I remember us there
like a scene
from a snowglobe
a swirling vortex
of ice & snow
me & you
under mistletoe
kisses & happiness
frozen in time
I try not to ponder
when the glass
fell
to
the
floor
the way we started
not the way
we became
we met in winter
I remember us there
like a scene
from a snowglobe
a swirling vortex
of ice & snow
me & you
under mistletoe
kisses & happiness
frozen in time
I try not to ponder
when the glass
fell
to
the
floor
December 5, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Most often, I think of us
the way we started
not the way
we became
we met in winter
I remember us there
like a scene
from a snowglobe
a swirling vortex
of ice & snow
me & you
under mistletoe
kisses & happiness
frozen in time
I try not to ponder
when the glass
fell
to
the
floor
the way we started
not the way
we became
we met in winter
I remember us there
like a scene
from a snowglobe
a swirling vortex
of ice & snow
me & you
under mistletoe
kisses & happiness
frozen in time
I try not to ponder
when the glass
fell
to
the
floor
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No, I will not be ‘on time’, ever!, I never intend to…and neither should you.
December 5, 2025 at 7:04 PM
No, I will not be ‘on time’, ever!, I never intend to…and neither should you.
Trying to decide if that sound out in my hall was a neighbor, a ghost, or my own ambition falling over again. Either way, I’m sidestepping it. Don’t seem like a fight worth having before lunch.
December 5, 2025 at 9:18 AM
Trying to decide if that sound out in my hall was a neighbor, a ghost, or my own ambition falling over again. Either way, I’m sidestepping it. Don’t seem like a fight worth having before lunch.
It's that time of the year where I need Star Trek playing in the bg to stave off the sads.
December 5, 2025 at 9:12 AM
It's that time of the year where I need Star Trek playing in the bg to stave off the sads.
My coffee said it’d give me energy.
It lied.
We’re now doing couples therapy about it.
It lied.
We’re now doing couples therapy about it.
December 5, 2025 at 3:03 AM
My coffee said it’d give me energy.
It lied.
We’re now doing couples therapy about it.
It lied.
We’re now doing couples therapy about it.
Accidentally dropped a beat in the kitchen. It rolled under the fridge. If a mysterious song comes out from down there later, don’t look at me.
December 5, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Accidentally dropped a beat in the kitchen. It rolled under the fridge. If a mysterious song comes out from down there later, don’t look at me.
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Amazon Fires Employee Who Tested Positive For Having Food In Their System
November 30, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Amazon Fires Employee Who Tested Positive For Having Food In Their System
My socks keep disappearing, which means either the dryer’s hungry…
or I’m being haunted by a very polite ghost with cold feet.
or I’m being haunted by a very polite ghost with cold feet.
December 4, 2025 at 8:15 PM
My socks keep disappearing, which means either the dryer’s hungry…
or I’m being haunted by a very polite ghost with cold feet.
or I’m being haunted by a very polite ghost with cold feet.
Feel like my plants are holding meetings without me. ‘Cuz every time I walk in, the room gets quiet as a confessional. Now I ain’t saying they plotting… but one of ‘em grew a leaf that looks like a wink.
December 4, 2025 at 6:02 AM
Feel like my plants are holding meetings without me. ‘Cuz every time I walk in, the room gets quiet as a confessional. Now I ain’t saying they plotting… but one of ‘em grew a leaf that looks like a wink.
Walked past a mirror and hesitated.
Not sure what that means, but I’m choosing to take it personally.
Not sure what that means, but I’m choosing to take it personally.
December 3, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Walked past a mirror and hesitated.
Not sure what that means, but I’m choosing to take it personally.
Not sure what that means, but I’m choosing to take it personally.
Rearranged my whole room because one chair was looking at me funny. Not my proudest moment…
…but it worked.
…but it worked.
December 3, 2025 at 10:28 PM
Rearranged my whole room because one chair was looking at me funny. Not my proudest moment…
…but it worked.
…but it worked.
Can’t shake feeling my toothpaste’s judging me. Every time I squeeze it, it gives me this… tone.
December 3, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Can’t shake feeling my toothpaste’s judging me. Every time I squeeze it, it gives me this… tone.