A cacophony of melodies and remedies. Concocted and distilled into various bottles, and potions, and lotions. Taking two of these, and one of those…once, and twice a day. They call it therapeutic, but I call it corrective, coercive and divisive. Estranged from the pains and the strains of a weird and wonderful tonic. The makings … Continue reading The Musings of a Nihilist
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Grand Openings
Behold. I stand at the doors, and the gates of El and Hell. To door number 1, I turn to the light, retorted and distorted by the tints and taunts of the polished brass. That embellish the knob, with a twist of the wrist and a turn of the key in the lock. But before … Continue reading Grand Openings
No-Ledge
I’ve seen those, who seem to know something. They parade the streets with stern grins and steely smiles, rich in pearly whites and flashy rags. Their eloquence is preceded by the pretence of unassuming ums and ahs. Going through the motions of motions of chords and verses, they attack and decay. They preach with all … Continue reading No-Ledge
The Art of Living
Observe. What do you see? A reed blowing in the wind? No, I hear their anonymity, the voice of the herd; that fades into 50 shades of grey pin-stripe suits. Living hand-to-hoof-and-mouth. Cap in hand. Giving, taking and trading smiles for frowns, printed notes and invoice paper porn. Supressing the expressions and emotions of the … Continue reading The Art of Living
The Philosopher's Poet 