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Evening Star

Harkonnen

Feed the black wolf, feed the white.Feed the day, or feed the night.Feed my shell, or feed my depthFeed my self, and don’t forget. Feed my hope, and feed my fear.Feed these Chimeric heads you’ve reared.Feed my mind and feed my gut,but I’ll never,...

Morality is Gray

Many believe (I think mistakenly) that ethics are always black and white. This stems from the belief that good and evil are objective, real things. They aren’t. The second you pluck humans out of the equation of the cosmos you realize that good and evil are...

Death Is Not Meant To Be

Death is not “meant to be”. If death were meant to be, baby’s and puppies would not die upon birth, because they experienced nothing of life to give the meaning to “meant to be”. “But it was meant to be so that other people would...

When is a Crow a Snake?

When you love her she finds you useful. When you pursue her she finds you unattractive. When she is alone you are necessary. When she is bored she is done. The Delirium Crow climbs willingly into the mouth of the snake. Becomes it.

My Black Star

A few words on a symbol I can no longer call my own, as it belongs to others as well. Black holes reduce things to a single dimensional point. Paradox reduces a duality to a singularity. Life is death and they do not exist separate from one another. The black star...
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