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Category: Poetry

La flors enversa

I dedicate this rendition to all those who live that timeless revolutionary adage, that makes one fearless and shatters despair and ennui. Ennui, that ugly beast Baudelaire thought the true […]

The New Sun

“For empires crumble as I’ve been told, and in the rib-caged wreckage of gray leviathans I may glimpse some hint of the blueprint of this shared corruption. I may come to comprehend why I could never mend my own desolation. I may erase my station.”

The Martyrs

“No cluttered shelves with hanging altar cloths will ever save us. Nor will any ancient yellow poster of some killer angel explain the stain of sin or let us in on the secret of how Christ forgave us and how at last our cause must win.”

Wage-Slave in the Wasteland

“The fisher king was never healed, they never meant for us to heal him. They only meant to conceal what we’d been fed, so they concealed him.”

Expert Opinion

"pharmaceutical hacks all agreed selling heroin to children calmed them down helped them focus"

Junkyard Nemeton

“This forest, or another forest - forests without end. As faith retreats and reason sleeps those times shall come again.”