so i should be starting to upload more on dA.
Love and hugs


A Softer WorldA Softer WorldA Softer World
I guess it all began with the accident. The whole family got injured real bad. There on the tarmac I crawled through the broken glass, spitting out teeth and blood as I went. I crawled to my wifes side. I think she was even dead for a while. Same thing with the girls. I couldn't see their little breathes waving in the cold air anymore. I guess the whole family was dead for a while at one point. At least the doctors said something to that effect. It was all my fault, I learned later. I was drunk. Or high. Or stupid. Or asleep. Or angry or sad or suicidal or psycho or something. I don't remember, exactly.


Parenthesishow does someone be 'unique'? how is that even possible in this world where everything is just re andParenthesis
re and re and re and re and re-gurgitated
where everyone is just a bunch of cows chewing the literary cud
GODDAMNIT
i want out i want out of this little tower of language out of this city of babel out of everything that people can understand with out feeling
(and yeah, i guess that's nothing new or shocking for you to hear
((nothing is new o


My Newest Morguethere is a corpse in every word i write a crawling moth with burnt stumps where his dreams of flying used to beMy Newest Morgue
there is a morgue in each and every poem the bone clinic whiteness of being forever lost is reflected and birthed in every syllable
(every verse is a hearse and death is at the wheel)
one day the worms will feast on my thoughts all my loves and hates and joys and sorrows and as you lay these words into the earth to decay know that that's &nb


The Post-Modern Bluesi wonder whether nietzsche ever expected that his dream of the overman would turn out to be theThe Post-Modern Blues
underman
this generation in which we are oh so enlightened and oh so understandingcaringlovingintelligentwise ended up betraying his ideals
we now understand that philosophy is just a bunch of shit we refuse to be existentialistnihilistchristianbuddhist &nb
[link]
you could check out either one of these.
thank you!
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"Poetry is the only language we share with the unknown."
- Breyten Breytenbach
"Some are born posthumously."
- Nietzsche
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[link] => literure
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"Poetry is the only language we share with the unknown."
- Breyten Breytenbach
"Some are born posthumously."
- Nietzsche
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An attempt at HDR
The riverside reflection
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"Poetry is the only language we share with the unknown."
- Breyten Breytenbach
"Some are born posthumously."
- Nietzsche
--
An attempt at HDR
The riverside reflection
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and in that moment
the shadows of our lives
flit past our very eyes
and we fall away and die.
oh crap, sorry. too much happy-rainbow-bunniness for you?
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