These lacerations, they're symptomatic of an episteme coming unglued. oh, my brother, this is a swarm of swords. you'll tumble blindly through an island of hazardous waste My occupation requires frequent modulations on the river of time If you're a culture, then I resemble you: a void I could've waited, I could've eaten glass I could've tasted you...Learn More

Once in the Ring of Shadows, my kayfabe friends compared akashic records with dust they were all very human A sense of cosmic horror / tongues undulate, glib and diplomatic, their pockets lined with sand Name every preset witness. tremulous nights revert to sacred terror. the dogma defeats itself Take on the shape of ruin: an unending neck. sweet...Learn More