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Echo of the Void
"Music always sort of sharpened me up, O my brothers, and made me feel like old Bog himself, ready to make with the old donner and blit-zen and have vecks and ptitsas creeching away in my ha ha power." Anthony Burgess “A Clockwork Orange” Screaming thoughts...
Gospel of Death
On red ground with nerve endings Death laid in large pieces, Pretending to be banality… From white garments through stab-wounds Joy was flowing as viscous slush, Mimicking tranquillity… On scorched hills with heavy steps Time was walking with wrought...
Lash
Moments intoxicate, they soon will become memories, Old scars will be forgotten through curdled blood. The last minutes of emptiness on scalding crooks Are split by temptations of the impending abyss of doubts. Unbearable pain shall kneel down before me,...
Nausea
"So this is Nausea: this blinding evidence? I have scratched my head over it! I've written about it. Now I know: I exist - the world exists - and I know that the world exists. That's all. It makes no difference to me." J.-P. Sartre, “Nausea”. Cotton coloss...
Notes on Water
My eyes bleed, when I look at the waters. I scream in pain, but I can’t stop looking at it. My glance always falls on someone’s reflection. I scream in pain, but I can’t stop looking at it… Visions penetrate me through trembling fingers As mirror-like sil...