Pitchfork

You'd think writing poetry about a bandmate's dumps would be intimate enough for pretty much any prominent indie rock frontman-- but not for Deerhunter's Bradford Cox. The question is, how intimate do you want to get? If your answer is intimate enough to know every harrowing detail of his sexual fantasies, you're in luck!

Today, the band's blog officially becomes one of the seediest corners of the internet as Cox posts a series of pictures of (possibly underage?) boys, each accompanied by explicit imaginings of fetishist sex involving blood, drugs, beatings, and, dear god, more turds. Click here at your own risk (be ready to clear that browser cache!), and don't say we didn't warn you when the Feds show up at your door. Or Bradford's door.

What are you gonna blog about next, dude? Terrorism?