These worlds I create. Interrelate in their irrelevance to anyone but me. They circumnavigate the truth. as we all do. but these somehow more so. It is how it is meant to be. There is solace in their shelter. In their shade I roam. Out of view. far from home. And I like it.
Disturb my peace, and no piece of me is left undisturbed.
I play with the boundaries of…
don’t hide from it, it lurks there for a reason. You can find meaning in it. if you dare. It won’t be pretty, and you’ll hate yourself for it, at least to begin with, I hope. If you stare hard enough, you just might see it for what it is. Or maybe you won’t, maybe it is better to look the other way, bury it deep, far away from camp. Out of sight but functional.…
Generations lost to cracked screens.
Sharing links to forgotten dreams.
A world on display, curated for our pleasure.
A world of lies that only sells leisure.
Where do we go from here?
Ai takes us away, we disappear.
The mirror so black we don’t recognise.
The face staring back, those strangers’ eyes.
Swipe away, scroll to our doom.
The ain’t no one staying silent in this chat room.
No one is saying anything, only pulling…
I won’t let them win. They keep trying to get in. to get through the door. But I aint taking this shit anymore. Kiss the frog. That is the price I pay. Get these words out. Get them out the way. So that I can move on. I am what I am, so what the hell. Why do I waste the time I have feeling shit for shit i can’t handle. I can’t handle everything, but sometimes it’s not even anything. If only it was that easy. If only I wasn’t that simple. If only I could get out of the way of whatever is…
explain the question.
It keeps ticking, this time bomb. And we make sure we’re standing real close. Most people disagree with me, that we are, if not already living in one, sleepwalking our way into dystopia. They ignore what is in front of them for the sheer convivence. And they feast greedily up on it. But there is nothing convenient about truth. No matter how flexible they
claim that to be. And there…
this is what we get, and we forget. we put it there
or at least we allowed it to happen. we never questioned the result.
we never questioned the questions that got us there.
or maybe we did, and we left the gaslight on.
who knows anymore? the only truth is in fiction.
and there lies the rub. because truth follows fiction, and fiction exposes truth.
and so, what are we left with, but our own projection?…
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I was completely bewildered, so I questioned, "If God is the victor in your story, then why did it go wrong so badly?"
"They," the Devil corrected me.
"What?"
“You need to say ‘they’ not ‘she’, because God is not gender specific, and 'they' don't like the way the world has made them masculine."…
One moment I was filled with rage and confusion about my life, the next thing I know I'm playing cards, drinking whiskey, chuckling at their jokes (which Satan had an abundance of), and feeling like nothing else mattered.
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It would nice settling into the future. Not approaching it tiptoeing around corners.? It would be nice to open that door knowing you can handle whatever is on the other side. Not fearing to reach the handle.…
In the deep deep deep
In the deep deep deep, where the purple demons sleep with their flare…
What are we doing when we write? When we write nonfiction is anyone listening? When we write fiction is the aim to make a point or entertain? Can we do both? How do we push the boundaries of writing into new realms? With our immersion into the digital, can we think differently to be creators of new worlds, new realities?
I have enjoyed writing fiction since my late teens. I am 44 now.
Over that time, I…
It is something that is preorganised or a bandwagon that is jumped on. It stokes fear in the public and for that reason it has value. Value to governments, big business, and those that like to seed doubts in the very foundations of society. Therefore, it has utility.
If by jumping on the back of that wagon and indeed seeking to make routes to take over the reins, I really hope this metaphor is panning out, those that aim to utilise that social panic for their own use gain…
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Why do people not see it? Why do they conflate it with conspiracy theory or some kind of radical extremist for even thinking about what is going on in the world? Most people would rather bury their heads in the sand than face…
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You would be amiss to have not noticed there is a war on our ability to make sense of the world going on right now. The information wars are raging in the western world. The war on reality, the war on facts and the idea of fake news and “alternative facts” has become prevalent.
Trump is the most obvious and outspoken spokesperson for this, but he is not working alone, and it is not only the far right that that is adding to…
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I took a drag from the pre-rolled cigarette with Premium 9.1.80, preparing for the effects to kick in soon. I knew I shouldn't have been smoking this kind of stuff in my bedroom, but I wanted some time alone; a place to…
The man leaned over the balcony, smoking his America Spirit, and surveying the people below. He thought of them as insignificant ants that are unaware that he would soon touch their tiny lives. After taking a deep drag from his cigarette, he…
I was completely bewildered, so I questioned, "If God is the victor in your story, then why did it go wrong so badly?"
"They," the Devil corrected me.…
One moment I was filled with rage and confusion about my life, the next thing I know I'm playing cards, drinking whiskey, chuckling at their jokes (which Satan had an abundance of), and feeling like nothing else…
