“Hello, I need you to arrest me.  I am the leader of an underground artist collective responsible for numerous acts of corporate vandalism and audio/visual assault all over the city.  Chapters have sprung up in many major city’s already, this is a tightly regimented organization, with many cells capable of operating completely independent of central leadership.  Look! go to that web address Locashmagazine.com, it’s our headquarters.  Your gonna find some files that have been used very recently to overrun the internet with revolutionary  journalism.”

     The first rule of the Locash Collective is Tell Fucking everybody!  Possessing the ability to let that which does not matter truly slide, lets us focus on the finer things in life, freedom of the press, promoting the cess and hotter, better sex.  Natural selection will separate the clones caught up in the hypegiest from those of us indefinitely positioned against conformity.  The underground has long been where the purest forms of expression are manifested, and where the truth is most prevalent.  Our sanctuaries are basement studios, our pulpits are dirty stages and our canvases are rooftops and freight trains.  We bring truth to the light and order to the chaos,  we will forever splash color on the mundane and promise to smash boredom with stimulation.  We have come to remind society that “it’s a celebration bitches!”

       I am not a critic or a blogger,  Locash is a movement with many factions, using myself as the common denominator I’m gonna put it all down in these pages.  Lame ass agendas and paper soldiers will not be tolerated and we will not let corporate minded douchbaggery put us in a box,  this is our voice and we will not go quietly.  In the simplest terms I’m building a pirate ship…whose comin with me? ~ Hensley