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Tou Emeet

Have you ever tried to carry gravity on your shoulders? Have you held up hard and felt the need for more holders? Have you? Have you then felt your loins swell and throb at your efforts? Have you pressed on nonetheless, setting aside your comforts? Have you? Have you been summoned by tomorrow’s lucid yearnings? […]

Soar into loneliness

When faced with vacuous, swollen hubris, an ancient drummer comes drumming drumbeats of cowardice; urging dignity to squawk and cower in a corner like a trembling mess, look him in the eye in stilly, stony silence and prod your pride to soar high into loneliness   When a small, miserable masquerade comes wearing a cloak […]