I’m reminded regularly of chapter 69 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked, because I get random hits from visitors who likely expected something different from the search that led them to a page titled “We’re Fucked, Pt. 69.” Sorry, fellas.

Anyway, in that chapter, my deranged protagonist Leire comes up with an idiotic poem about feeling like a monster. The magnificent music-generating service Udio has transformed, with some help, Leire’s poem into a shitty 90s pop-rock song. Enjoy it if you can.

This song-generating business is addicting. I adore music, and I listen to it daily to shut out the world or get in the mood during freewrites. I can’t imagine the masterpieces we’ll be able to generate in a year or two.