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Alex Zander’s DIARY OF A DAMNED MAN

“Diary of a Damned Man” is a regular personal blog and update column written by Alex Zander, the founder and publisher of M.K. Ultra Magazine.

Rather than focusing on the infamous CIA mind-control program, the column functions as an ongoing, personal log of Zander’s daily life, localized experiences, and ties to the music scene.

• Personal Life and Local Happenings: Zander shares casual, raw updates about daily routines, cycling, and hanging out at neighborhood spots in Chicago—such as grabbing drinks or dining at local staples such as Tac Quick, El Palmar or El Mariachi

• Music Subculture and Media Updates: The posts frequently tie into the rock ‘n’ roll, goth, industrial, and alternative subcultures that the magazine has covered since its founding in 1995. He shares commentary on media releases, like music physical editions and vinyl shipments.

• Lyric-Driven Openings: Entries are typically framed with high-energy rock or darkwave song lyrics that set a rebellious tone for each update

Danger in the rear view mirror, There’s trouble in the wind. Madness bringing up the rear, The menace is loose again. She looks so fuckin’ good So sexy and so frail. Something got the bite on me, I’m goin’ straight to hell.

Sunday April 30th I was on the Red Line after an appointment and bumped into Max who was on his way to a movie. We stopped at Tac Quick and had a drink. I still… Read More »Danger in the rear view mirror, There’s trouble in the wind. Madness bringing up the rear, The menace is loose again. She looks so fuckin’ good So sexy and so frail. Something got the bite on me, I’m goin’ straight to hell.

Feel the fire, feel my love inside you it’s so right. There’s the sound and the smell of love in my mind. I’m a toy, come and play with me, say the word now. Wrap your legs around mine and ride me tonight.

Planning to attend this years EXXOTICA event Detroit Jason and I decided ahead of time this would likely be or last. I have a very good feeling it will be Larry’s last for certain. My… Read More »Feel the fire, feel my love inside you it’s so right. There’s the sound and the smell of love in my mind. I’m a toy, come and play with me, say the word now. Wrap your legs around mine and ride me tonight.

This city, this place, Is burning down from the inside, an eternal flame. In the hallway where I carve my name, Only to watch it burn away to ashes, nothing left to say.

I’m feeling sick of thisI need to get awayI’m making no progressCan’t find a will to stay So just forget meAnd watch me drift awayAnother place another timeI’ll be another faceless name But I will… Read More »This city, this place, Is burning down from the inside, an eternal flame. In the hallway where I carve my name, Only to watch it burn away to ashes, nothing left to say.

In a bar that’s always closing. In a world where people shout. I don’t wanna talk this over. I don’t wanna talk it out. I was quite impressed until I hit the floor. Isn’t that what friends are for? Pain looks great on other people. That’s what they’re for. I was wrong.

A week before I planned to visit the The Art Institute of Chicago to view the exhibit Salvador Dalí: The Image Disappears I messaged Ashley who lives downtown but also loves art as much asI… Read More »In a bar that’s always closing. In a world where people shout. I don’t wanna talk this over. I don’t wanna talk it out. I was quite impressed until I hit the floor. Isn’t that what friends are for? Pain looks great on other people. That’s what they’re for. I was wrong.

Her eyes were cobalt red. Her voice was cobalt blue. I see no purple light, Crashing out of you. So just walk on in. Flowers on the razor wire.

Oy Vey! I had a very big burst of creative energy on Monday after work. I spent over 4 hours scouring an old computer for photos I’ve lost when my Facebook got hacked in June… Read More »Her eyes were cobalt red. Her voice was cobalt blue. I see no purple light, Crashing out of you. So just walk on in. Flowers on the razor wire.

Buenos noches, oh senor, Senorita see ya later, Buenos noches, bye-bye.
Bye-bye, so long, farewell, Bye-bye, so long, sayonara, Bye-bye, au revoir, auf wiedersehen!

I do believe there may be hope, though it’s too late for me. As soon as I wrap up some business I’m taking myself and my work to the burbs where it’s quiet and safe.… Read More »Buenos noches, oh senor, Senorita see ya later, Buenos noches, bye-bye.
Bye-bye, so long, farewell, Bye-bye, so long, sayonara, Bye-bye, au revoir, auf wiedersehen!

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