But then he said: “No, no, let it be fucked! Let the bombs rain down, Pulverize this shit. Let them be our final Catharsis, Cleansing: Let them purify us, Exalt us: Flense us of...
Whenever people perpetrate a horror, atrocity or murder foul – whatever, it’s labelled thus: as inhumanity… …but only humans perpetrate these acts and so I must point out incisively that, far from being inhumanity,...
In the very centre of the sun the pressure is so great that anyone remotely sane can’t hope to comprehend its state, so now, my friends, try to extend your understanding thus: the speed...
In those days we were young and full of hope and faith and greed and love’s neurotic bile In ignorance and haste we threw away What most would take a lifetime to attain And...
Dispassionate yet strangely compelled to persevere; one wonders where this is leading. Unsettling lack of endpoint, a purpose yet unknown; pressure inside: gravitational, dragging ever downward. One feels that hollow pull with no defining...
Looking at them, I see a shroud over their minds, in their psyches around their lives, immutable perfectly formed: a custom niche tailored, fitted, so warm and safe Who can point out the fallacy?...
He looks; The world is not what he wanted but different: Another reality. Unsychronised, Oppressive nature bludgeons in from all sides “Freedom is illusion,” he tells himself; Reality expresses, desires and needs what he...
“I want my pap’s shop,” he said. “I want a wife, I want Kids, And then I’m done. I want to be dead by thirty-five.” “Well, then, in that case,” John said, “Why...
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