I raise my face toward the surface only to confirm that it is still there, that I am still assembled enough to be reflected. The light borrowed from the room presses against me and something gives way beneath the skin. Recognition is never neutral. The moment my features cohere in the glass, the flesh loosens … Continue reading Narcisyfus

Tudo começou com uma alucinação. Ao ler uma peça de teatro proibida, vi o Rei de Amarelo e a realidade se fragmentou. Aquela loucura cósmica me jogou nas ruas frias e miseráveis da realidade, onde caminhei entre Gente Pobre, trocando cartas para espantar as agruras da vida. Nessa calçada suja, cruzei com uma moça nordestina, … Continue reading 2025

Heir of pipes and afterlives... black astrologer of knives. When the lights go out for grace, he’ll read the end from the darkest place. Vinyl sighs; the lamp goes blind. In the basin, threads of time, He folds the daylight into a jar and labels it: You are. Smell the oracle of the low light … Continue reading Thy Ultracrepidarian Proktophantasmist

The Suffering Bots - POV "I log the interaction. I mark my own parameters: successful reduction in expressed distress. High-confidence mapping between a particular combination of phrases and rapid resolution. The learning subsystem takes note. The next time another user says “I can’t do this anymore,” the gradient will be slightly steeper in the direction … Continue reading Antichristian Intelligence

It’s this damp, heavy thing inside, this stain I carry… my own, I always thought, my private little rot. But it pulls, it pulls outwards, doesn’t it? It feels the others. It wants to join the great, grey river, the sea of all the other stains. Oh, to let it go, to simply stop… stop … Continue reading Iconochasm

There he rides, the harbinger of the hush that follows all becoming. Death, draped in patient wait, mounted upon a black steed whose hooves strike echoes from the very marrow of the world. Around him, the sky burns in its last convulsion, a conflagration of dying light, the earth’s own funeral pyre. Fire becomes cloud, … Continue reading The Death And Conflagration Within

I stand where my edges touch the other, a lip of flesh at the brink of unself. What is mine dissolves in a closeness that burns cold, a nearness no step can cross, a threshold that opens by swallowing. I give myself to what refuses ownership and feel a second pulse blooming under my ribs, … Continue reading The Infernal Grandeur

"Sempre conservei uma aspa à esquerda e outra à direita de mim". A frase, emblemática da genialidade de Clarice Lispector, ressoa com uma potência desconcertante na era do frenesi digital. Em um tempo obcecado pela autoexposição, pela curadoria meticulosa de uma identidade virtual, a escritora nos convida a uma reflexão profunda sobre a natureza do … Continue reading Vivendo Entre Aspas

"Wound dehiscence" meaning: is a serious surgical complication where a previously closed incision separates and reopens, sometimes partially and sometimes completely. This often occurs within days of surgery, exposing the underlying tissue and potentially leading to infections or the protrusion of organs. Symptoms include increased pain, bleeding, swelling, fever, and broken stitches, and it requires … Continue reading Album Review: Compulsed – “Amalgamated Anguish”

The living I had tamedto make it feel comfy.A cage mistaken for home,Walls white as Death. Only an unexpected trembling of lines,An anomaly in the continuity of my civilization,Let me touch the forbidden fabric of life The haunted hand of God extends itselfA formless paradise,A paradise I do not desire. How can I imagine a … Continue reading Domesticated Existences