Buffet Tapes is the demented child of Olympia, WA synth enthusiast, nasty "boi", dark freaker, and stupid idiot Thee Purple Mage.
I aim to curate and craft a collection of dark, weird, esoteric, juicy, manic, depressed, fucking pissed, cold, unruly, sensual art and music in various mediums and connect with nudists, hedonists, hysterical queers, animals, nihilists, sex freaks, true gods, calypso connoisseurs, bad drivers, jazzheads, and deep chillers.
THE FUTURE IS GROUNDLESS
ART HAS FAILED
Food implies excrement. A Buffet then is a symbol of shit in abundance.
NO MODS, NO WEBMASTERS