Forces conspire - death and desire, to set you up - take you down, let you hang on barbed wire. People and politics, heathens and heretics, persuade and invade you and ply you with tricks. Want you to submit to their useless shit, convinced that it's gold, but it's you who's sold.   No reason … Continue reading Deny


Long nights and daydreams, a mind stretching past all sensation. Pass off this consequence as just one more aggravation now annoying this young man. Out the heathen's healing hands.   God is not here - not there, no face, no hope, no fear, must find it otherwhere.   Hidden holiness is rising to ridiculous, so … Continue reading Otherwhere