Comme je brûle, donc je me tiens

I do not presume to understand or know the future before it reaches me. I know the past all too well, and I understand the rhythmic repetition of themes throughout all time and my personal time on this ball of mud. I have seen good, bad, and indifferent, I have seen the cogs spin and … Continue reading Comme je brûle, donc je me tiens


Fruar Te Maneat, Hoc est meum Inferos

Many times over, people have said certain things to me and I always assumed that they were, in fact, talking about themselves, wrongly so. They would consistently put themselves down, such lacking self-worth, from people I looked at as great, with all their flaws. It seems a strange attraction I must have to these broken … Continue reading Fruar Te Maneat, Hoc est meum Inferos

Ex astris me comedunt, non itur ad astra.

He breathes easy, momentary respite is a pleasure rarely gained in his time. He walls off the last remaining doors to the center of this grand structure. His home, or at least the one for his heart, so that it may never bleed like it has before. Intricate and methodical, it is a prison, but … Continue reading Ex astris me comedunt, non itur ad astra.

Seul, si froid et seul

It is probably far beyond the time he grew up, he has wasted his own time chasing everything and getting nowhere fast. He had better get used to his own company as this was the only one he would ever have. Some might say be happy you don't have to put up with blah blah … Continue reading Seul, si froid et seul

La Rue

They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, that is complete bullshit said by people who know not what Hell truly is. The only distance good intentions will give you is regret, guilt and maybe, just maybe a glimpse of what Hell could be in the most watered down version. One can … Continue reading La Rue

Speculatam Mortis

A little side note, before you all get all I think I know what the title means. Latin is a complex language, the whole of the phrase changes the words. Literally this is mirrored death, but in the way Latin works it also means Mirrored Reflections, enjoy my poetic license or fuck off, either works for … Continue reading Speculatam Mortis

In Inanis

And lo, our fucked up feckless hero, adrift at sea after another misadventure in his own psychotic idiocy, must now venture back to the dark. After all it is his element, the cold shadows, the cul de sacs with that creepy house, the pitch of the starless night. He takes a piece of it with … Continue reading In Inanis


I am sorry, I think I owe everyone an apology. It has become very apparent that I am fucking insane, that I was only ever seeing something that was not there, and obviously I am fucked up. Maybe it is this sobriety, I was not like this when I was constantly stoned or drunk, who … Continue reading Désolé