The Well Meaning   We had other things we shared: a conspiratorial eye; the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty.   The world’s an easy place to change, when fettered only by caution, embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency.   So we took no prisoners; slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent, left our boot […]

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Peak Oil   Have you not heard? The pen is mightier than the sword, they say, mightier, sharper, dissevering deep between a mortal’s spirit and his soul.   How swiftly the embodied shed their glorious clouds, those wispy trails of echoed godliness, only to see them blown away upon the troposphere where Decima writes the […]

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Poets Die Young   In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed spokesman […]

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    Asphyxiation       He is sitting in a small study, facing a window that stares out over terracotta rooftops to the foliage beyond, which even now is sliding into the chaotic dilapidation of autumn. Lost, somewhere amongst the unmapped mountain ranges of his mind, occasionally he stumbles on a single thought that […]

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The Thespian I have outlived my time. Born to a life of tinkering, I have been forced against my will to live into an age when the concept of repair has become alien. To your generation the mere thought of mending a domestic appliance is laughable. Yours is the age of the disposable, the throwaway. […]

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  The March of The Darkness Bearers     When the world enters its Netherdeath, silence will seep from the fissures of Edenspring to pool like venous blood from an odious battle wound.   Then will come the Darkness Bearers.   They will march from the land that some call ‘East,’ whereof the Fathers write […]

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