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hauntology
poetry
2018-09-18 19:34
Gathered Her Resolve and Departed
She gathered her resolve and departed, she went forth at evening, then nighttime and morning; I trek on and on over when she spies from afar the first of the foe She rushes upon the battle-ready foe, baring
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hauntology
writing
2018-09-08 23:14
An Infinity Within You
Think. Then, if you don’t make Yourself equal, You can’t comprehend, Or leap clear of all that’s corporeal. Close your eyes. Let darkness arrest its course, And allow the mind to merge on the great curve.
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hauntology
story
2018-02-13 00:36
Where Happiness Fails - A Fantasy Novel: Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Ryle blinked as the room’s harsh tones of fitful sleep suddenly stopped. In their case place, the soft-rhythmic swish of a hundred breaths, inhaling and exhaling in quiet inexplicable unison,
hauntology
story
2018-02-11 02:00
Where Happiness Fails - A Fantasy Novel: Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The cacophony of drunken snores and groans from the naked bodies surrounding Ryle brought him up out of his dreams. The wheezing and coughing of the prior night’s revelers sounded a perfectly
hauntology
poetry
2018-01-30 16:09
Waiting Things
We wait and wait For something to happen. And it doesn’t. It can’t happen because it’s an abstraction. Something never happens. The world spins, Entropy continues Everything breaks down, Ages. Rusts.
hauntology
poetry
2018-01-26 18:33
Rich Celebrities Are Very Important
A Reminder of the Super Essential Stuff: Fame and fortune, Claim your portion. After all, it’s yours! Those unknown types? I think they’re, like, Very boring boors. Wealth and money, Get it, honey! Happiness
hauntology
poetry
2018-01-24 23:28
Poverty is Destiny and It Just Can't Change
A service for those who really aren't that spoiled by Nattanan Kanchanaprat Time is nothing but money, Of importance for those now without. The oglers and holders of value, Sprinkling droppings and leavings
hauntology
poetry
2018-01-23 22:11
Always Again
A song of little comfort for the mildly loved. Image by TPHeinz A book is the failure of structuralist class, The Collective Unconscious chooses to pass. Discourse implies only waves with intrinsic Obiter
