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I had originally set out to write the next 1984, but I quickly realized that for us, war was not only peace; but it was also salmon. It might not take..
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I recall attending a funeral for a friend's grandfather, hearing a sermon about sky mansions (to the joyful anticipation of most attending) and feelin..
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What right had she in making him feel this way? And yet, in spite of it all, in some dark way he enjoyed the rejection; for it meant that he was still..
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So this is where we fall, this is where we falter,Marching blind, like sheep, to the sacrificial altar.Not a moment to spare, nor a reason to sing;We ..
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'And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.' Like a skipping record, we humans press on, gratingly redundant ..
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I am but a ghost,A remnant of a forgotten past,All that could have been...But wasn't.
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It all comes down to resonance. If matter is, indeed, just energy condensed to a slow vibration, then we must be a pack of discordant half-wits playin..
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In these sick times of ours, this Kali Yuga, we find ourselves seeking truth within the lies, humanity within the beast and faith within the framework..
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A memoir of the day that I broke my leg while, suddenly, violently seizing.
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A poem on this Dark Age of ours inspired quite obviously by T. S. Eliot's 'The Hollow Men'.
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