The God I Can Touch
This city, it reeks of you; every place I go, the smell of you fills my nostrils, pulsates, like a heart beneath the floorboards, with...
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Ponderings of a Philosophical Magpie
Cyborgia
"What a chimaera then is man, what a novelty, what a monster, what chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! Judge of all things, an imbecile worm; depository of truth, and sewer of error and doubt; the glory and refuse of the universe.”
Blaise Pascal
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Lifeblood
Is it such a sin to want? To want voraciously? I'm made from so many purses For someone else's dreams.
Love as a Sisyphean Movement
As with most holidays, I find Valentine's Day to be painfully commercialistic, such that many of the modes through which we are...
Capital Punishment and The Poophole Loophole: When Bad Things Happen to Bad People
Many of us will be familiar with the "poophole loophole," the phenomenon of Christian teens who substitute anal sex for vaginal sex, the...
Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here!
Anyone who knows me knows I love Fyodor Dostoevsky. In this, I am not alone; it is widely argued that Dostoevsky is one of the greatest...
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Honorable Mention
The Cyclic Reckoning: Transcending Antecedent Visions
In its entirety, this album is something to behold - a 45 minute meditation on blackened death metal that is not so much macabre as it is somber, and titanic in its presence. Especially, I would like to pay my respects to track number two, which is nothing short of a siren song, how it steals me away from the waking world and into its beguiling snare. Transcending moves like the bore of an ancient tide in thrall to some lunar sway; it is languid but mighty, and it cares only for the destruction of men, whose bodies litter the deep well of its belly.
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