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Category: Writing and Poetry
Now the earth controls me. Under the directions of the mycelium, the familiar wake of insanity and the comforting abolition of reality; the multiple chrome beasts of variable size that crawl around me announces the passing of a newborn, the execution of an innocent and the wealth of a slaver. Contrary to that I revel, now more than ever, in the carnal pleasures of nature, the warm embrace of those... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Today the question of a park was raised. What is a park? Green? Fun? Does it even matter if there is grass? Because to the lawyers grass is not useful, they already robbed it all; what does matter the earth, the water and the air along with everything in between? Well, the answer is so simple, so beautiful and so pure it makes these house of cards mounted on a tortoise meaningless; All matters bec... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
"Si aucun médecin n'existe, aucun patient n'existe, c'est un voyage des médecins et aucun des patients qui ont lancé la société. (...) Cet effort a duré 4000 ans, avant la naissance de Jésus. Cette thérapie de la mort lente et la médecine moderne, complice de cela, de la plus sinistre et du malvada Magia, commandez vos morts à l'électrochoque et à l'insuline pour assurer le sommeil des egos" -Anto... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
"L’homme est malade parce qu’il est mal construit. Il faut se décider à le mettre à nu pour lui grat- ter cet animalcule qui le démange mortelle- ment, dieu, et avec dieu ses organes." -Antonin Artaud. The world of doctors develops normally outside, silencing the so harmful, so terrible imagination. Because they long forgot to dream, long forgot what is dream; It was said that imagination is large... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Logic consumes everything around me, it even consumes me. I sit and read, I sit and watch but I no longer float. Stopped dreaming about the particles of the horse or the favourite food of the Amanita now that death is close, now that logic destroyed art in pursue of order and law. I'm once again the same spectator I hate, alone and without hope. Idly waiting for the planetary wars of the present a... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
The multiple representations of the decaying social fabric slowly composed into physical monsters or at least appear to, are not scary. I do not fear ghosts or the dead, not because they don't move with us; they twitch and they crawl, they reach for my skin and my mind taking hold of what little is left of that modern pragmatic machine, ever so transformed by the vicissitudes of that new faith the... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sour colours leave their taste in my mouth as the tragedy, slowly talks. I can't hear it, nor can it hear me. I lay in silence, pathethic attempt of difference and revolution now turned vain. Its words muffled by the artificial sounds of an artificial world, I sit in this worm, against their cold and spiky flesh, in silence I rebel but alas silence is the norm. The useless knowledge grips my eyes ... » Continue Reading
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