But what is this thing that pulses inside me and asks for more? More than the already-given, more than the now, more than the ripe fruit that falls heavy on my hand. Should I bite it? Should I let the juice run down my chin? Or should I Wait, motionless, until it rots and returns … Continue reading Dead Water I
Surge of Panurge
I keep my books on my nightstand: The complete works of François Rabelais. dog-eared and stained with wine, and a leather-bound notebook where I recorded my own gargantuan tales, written not in ink, but in the unraveled bowels my festering jokes. I Adored Panurge – That drunken, cowardly, cunning rogue from Gargantua and Pantagruel – … Continue reading Surge of Panurge
Hissing Woe
The mirror grins first, needle, teeth,You are already dead and drowned in lies,You just forgot to stop breathing I press my forehead against the mirror,(Cold like the barrel of dad’s gun)Two skulls now, mine and yours,The one that whispers… Do it! DO IT!Whose voice? Mine Theirs? Does it even matter now? The Razor winks from … Continue reading Hissing Woe
The Ophidian Eucharist
In the rotting heart of this world, where the church bells had long since rusted into mute hulks, a woman bled out her grief into dirt. They thought It was dead, a whisper could be heard from someone else in the room, but she wasn’t interested. The village barely fed the living, let alone another … Continue reading The Ophidian Eucharist
Stavrogin’s Dialog
Swing, oh Pendulum of shame, life betrayed, the soul aflame.Was it pride or hollow spite?What made you kiss the devil’s light?I Fucked god and buried the sun, inhaled the void just for fun There was only the Rope’s Embrace and its ultimate hope, no grandstand, no storming booth, just a coward’s kick and chair that … Continue reading Stavrogin’s Dialog
The Ascension of Betelgeuse
I - Welcoming the Crimson Dawn The first sign was the bleeding sky. Betelgeuse, in the raging heart of Orion, had pulsed for millennia, a dying god exhaling its final breaths into the void. Then, it expanded. Not gradually, as stars do in their death throes, but hungrily, stretching tendrils of scarlet light across the … Continue reading The Ascension of Betelgeuse
When God’s Love is a Cage
I Say farewell to the happy fields, where joy forever dwells. I hail the horrors of this world, my infernal world. They say it’s better to reign below... than living in servile blindness. I praised the failed architect and from his divine wreckage I have built my own throne to watch god rot. The … Continue reading When God’s Love is a Cage
A Corrente Atlântica
Sinto Toda essa Violência, o ódio displicente que abocanha centenas de vidas. Encarem o cadáver da fé e da esperança, sorria sobre as vísceras expostas e decifre os mandamentos dentre os vermes famintos. Endoparasitas e hospedeiros bradando por um pedaço de sua consanguinidade moribunda. A grandeza … Continue reading A Corrente Atlântica
À Necrópole de Comiserações
Pensei em Milhares de coisas, despertei seres abissais. Escrevo todos os dias sobre páginas mortas, ressuscito demônios que escarram a frustração terrena sobre meus membros extirpados. Não quero me salvar, não me interesso em nada mais senão o silêncio redentor da Profunda reflexão. Converso com os olhos, escuto mostrando os … Continue reading À Necrópole de Comiserações
Black Holes Whispering in Tongues 