unsettled by pjn x

how do we live inside the final violent throes of death of a world that wasn't meant for us? how do we live through it?

this is a related set of questions, and maybe even a few possibilities, delivered largely in rapid-fire acoustic guitar and strained shouts, recorded and produced at home in less than a week--with, of course, much help from friends and loved ones (that may be a theme herrre)

radical queer causticoustic folk-punky droppings from a nonbinary tranarchist dumpster-fire-phoenix-pigeon-rising