through places marked by disaster and a distant voice consistently calling out for help, there is a muttering that persists between the bark of trees rendered useless by the birds who sing insistently, there are no more females in this forest, a fire rages east and the sun begins to radiate gently, gently, gently while […]
Lingua Ignota’s Caligula is the liturgy of the isolated individual. It potentially represents one of the most honest theological works that a human could express through music, an undulation through the perverse and the beautiful, an examination and conversation with the Self that is constantly changing, flowing, breathing, screaming into a void, knowing that something […]
i felt like dying today. like most people i think, death is constantly echoing in my internal dialogue with myself, always bouncing and reverberating off the same old walls: (mostly) self-imposed isolation, disdain for society as-it-currently-exists, the incessant hum of self-doubt and hatred towards the unkind “Other” existing with little regard for all that surrounds […]
i will be the death that waits patiently outside your high school, your friends knew me well, hung out at the park, we wanted to do weed out of a sunny d bong we made sometime in the early morning, i remember the way the sunrise came over your backyard wall and smiling, praying we […]
and gas lighting neo-libs, i’m saying all the wrong things and praying that they get the joke, elusive language slides unknowingly into entropy i’m getting put on the banlist, for believing that language should never contain the whole truth we don’t need politicians, we need jokes you are taking their bit far too seriously just […]
the world spins recklessly, doesn’t it? soft piano notes and twinkling kisses from ethereal projections. i see myself everywhere, and i’m starting to hate it. i was playing manic street preachers in my store today, and i wanted to die because people continued to shop and their lives weren’t changed by the lyrics and they […]
there are times where i look to see u gone within blinking lights, i giggles ur name: intersectionality, or something like that. [can u say “faggot” if u aren’t completely gay? like Pater obsessed with androgyny, shifting forms that dilate under subjectivity, moments where my mind three cartoon (anime) boys draw Forms in broken thatch […]
There is the subtle sense of collapse if you were to read these words separate from the voice that speaks them. What sound does your primeval mind-throat utter in despair. Calculate the meaning then, child. You are that which projects forward unto this world. Ascribe the meaning here and there: you may claim to serve […]
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