Douchebag Metaphysics

Douchebag Metaphysics

At the age of three or four, I’d have my first set of reoccurring nightmares. Taken at face value, it’s a hopeful nightmare. Intellectually, at least, I realize it’s hopefulness, but it’s never once felt right. I’ve only known panic and anxiety from this dream. It’s sharper than the memories, the lies, and other strange dreamings that happened at that age. I’m confident I didn’t invent a false memory of it later on because I’d have this dream stuck on repeat for…

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Lord Huron Vide Noir Review

Lord Huron Vide Noir Review

Last week, Lord Huron’s third album, Vide Noir finally released after months of personal anticipation. It’s one thing to patiently await a new album release for months at a time. However, if you’re a sadist like me, you accidentally find a sufficiently motivated friend going to a concert filled with songs you haven’t heard from an artist you love, and receiving a couple those tracks via garbage cell phone video. And now that I’ve heard those tracks as they’re intended…

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A Weapons Platform Called Desire

A Weapons Platform Called Desire

Regardless of what you might think of Jeremy Hunt, the UK’s Secretary of State for Health and Social Care, his call for legislation banning UK children from accessing social media is a unique opportunity for the politically mischievous to seize. Other than that it’s a rather droll and predictable suggestion coming from someone with any authority. Still, it’s conventionality may have the potential to do unintended good things somewhere else down the line. Sometimes when selecting magical objectives, it’s ideal…

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The Forgotten Sacrament

The Forgotten Sacrament

There’s really no excuse for this blog laying fallow for this long. It wasn’t until yesterday I submitted some writing for review that I realized something had to change. It wasn’t the submission itself, or the process of correction that is on the horizon. Well, that’s certainly part of it. It was the recognition that I had been intentionally procrastinating from being shy. It was a collision course with the truth, a simple truth, but a truth none the less….

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Red Tail

Red Tail

Glittering breeze. First light’s childlike persistence pushes its way through the canopy and dances against the bark. Bough and branch glow like embers, their shadows are soot.  The new day weaves fragrances between hawk’s sleep and awareness. Her sinus cavities filled, yet still she is empty. Hollow stomach growls. Pine, moss, and earth twist around her rousing mind like spiral vines. The forest floor heavy with sog spreads out around the tree she chose for roosting. The roots cleave deep…

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