The more I look at our world, the more it appears that good and evil begin to blur as various global orders begin to intertwine. Tighter and tighter are we bound to one another until we collapse into singularity under a common rule. There is a puppet master, a terrible beast atop the ziggurat pulling … Continue reading The End is Nigh || Omens and Portents
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New Year || Same Hopeless Depression
I have no story worth telling. I am a living phantom, a nobody, a shadow on an alley wall projected from a gutter, gone in the flash of a police light and swallowed back up by blackness in its passing. There is nothing here for me, and though I despise this place, I cannot dream … Continue reading New Year || Same Hopeless Depression
Seasonal Depression || Empty Seats at a Forlorn Table
The holiday months have arrived and we’re nearing the end of another year. When I was young, I loved the festivities and pageantry of it all. Christmas lights, garland, huge family gatherings and sprawling feasts; all of those memories I still hold dear, though their vibrancy has faded with the passing of decades, and many, … Continue reading Seasonal Depression || Empty Seats at a Forlorn Table
The End Is Nigh || Brain Stew for Dinner
The machine is failing, spewing blood and oil and the collected essence of millions -if not untold billions- of human sacrifices out into the aether; this moribund amalgamation of flesh and steel and piss within which our lives all become entangled like the intestines of a medieval man nailed to a breaking wheel, and the … Continue reading The End Is Nigh || Brain Stew for Dinner
The End is Nigh || Apocalyptic Introspections
Derelict walls and ruined belongings
Downfall || Heaped Shit and Spoiled Ambitions
There is a great urge within me to lie down and let my body assimilate with the bones and detritus of all that have walked this Earth before me, to curl up beneath a blanket of moss and loam and return my body to the ground and let my spirit soar ever onward. At times, … Continue reading Downfall || Heaped Shit and Spoiled Ambitions
Piercing Where They Might || A Desperate Cry from the Mouth of Despair
Ominous droning synths and the wail of harsh noise pervade the wreckage of my home, suffusing my body like cold waves that lap and penetrate deeper with each undulation. I am losing this battle. My sanity is diminishing daily, and there wasn’t much to begin with. I am not the only monster that lurks the … Continue reading Piercing Where They Might || A Desperate Cry from the Mouth of Despair
Amphetamine Psychosis | Peering Through Gaps in a Crumbling Wall of Sanity
The walls of my mind are crumbling slowly from within and without. I'm here in the middle, peering out between the cracks into an infinite smoky abyss, thick with methamphetamine vapor and temptation. The cosmic horrors beyond these paltry fortifications are mounting daily, and the din of their chaos echoes throughout my heart, heavy with … Continue reading Amphetamine Psychosis | Peering Through Gaps in a Crumbling Wall of Sanity
Suicide Propaganda || A Headfull of Noise
Today I am sick. Yesterday I was also sick; I will be sick tomorrow as well. My ailment has disfigured my mind and warped my perception. We do not exist on the same plane. This frail, scar-striped vessel which contains my consciousness is breaking down as I fade deeper into inner space. My muscles are … Continue reading Suicide Propaganda || A Headfull of Noise
Echoes of a Dark Past | The Wake of a Week-Long Meth Binge
Some time ago, I spent a week smoking copious amounts of meth and staying up all night masturbating furiously to all manner of smut shut away alone in a dark room. In the wake of all this cum-soaked lunacy and sleep deprivation, my dopamine levels plummeted and I sank into a terrible state of existential … Continue reading Echoes of a Dark Past | The Wake of a Week-Long Meth Binge
Towers of Rust 