It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve been able to write anything moderately coherent. The past couple of months have been a whimsical adventure through stormy seas of depression, to warm blankets of serotonin, and back again. Bouts of fear, joy, and everything in between. But through all of that, barely a written word.
I went on a haiku bender and that was nice…..
But I put in time. Pen to paper, fingertips to keys, nothing coming. No negative thoughts, no positive affirmations, nothing. I tried music, I gathered supplies for painting, I bought notebooks, I cut down my phone usage, and so on.
So maybe I just need to sit here and break it open by force. A re-introduction not just for you to me, but for me to this. I’ve spent enough time either silent, or throwing out words with no direction. But what if I focus what’s inside…
I’m Ben. Some people know me as B.K. Mullen, others know me as Starkillerface or “Face”. I produce and host podcasts, write poetry, drink beer, ride bikes, grow beards, get tattoos, fuck around and find out. People know me, though I’m not famous. I wonder what it would be like for you all to know all the things I care about. Shit rattling around in my brain for only myself, censored from the site or from the page because it’s vulnerable in a way…
Lets find out.
Welcome to the blog, or welcome back. I’ve got some shit to say.
For now we’ll start with these:
- Punk rock isn’t dead, you just aren’t looking hard enough.
- Movie theaters are better than Church, and should be treated with respect by both the people who go there and the people who run it.
- Social Media is a delicate balance between all that is right and all that is wrong. Be careful where you allow yourself to spend time.
- The construct of “I will die on this hill” is both one of my favorite things, and one of the most illogical things (except extreme cases).
Take care of yourselves, and I’ll see you soon.