Est. somewhere between a Dead show parking lot and right now
A narrative universe built from genetics, terpenes, and the kind of lore breeders whisper but never write down.
Don't tell Leah —
Don't tell Bri.
Kenny is the gravity at the center of everything — the guy you're standing next to before you realize he's the reason the whole room got heavier. LA royalty by lineage, 90s by disposition. He doesn't start stories; he already is them.
The OG in his name isn't bragging. It's a warning. Everything that came after — the whole network, the annual ritual, the oath, the goat — started with Kenny not going home when he should have.
What he doesn't know: Sour Diesel Dave is his cousin. What the audience doesn't know yet: that not knowing is the whole plot.
Every track is a timestamped artifact. Every visual, remix, skit, animation, or meme can become canon. Songs are evidence. The myth builds itself.
You don't need permission. If you can see the scene in your head, you can build an exhibit. Post it anywhere. Tag it. We canonize the best ones weekly.
Post anywhere.
Tag #StrainGEFiles
Include your Exhibit ID (example: Exhibit 3B)
Credit yourself — so we can canonize you properly.
Every week the best exhibits become official canon and get added to the evolving timeline.
FULL CATALOG → suno.com/@untalentedandunaware
Don't tell Leah. Don't tell Bri.
If it hits the timeline, it dies.