Tag Archives: The Wasteland

On the Wasteland

So the old world is gone, let a new one replace it! The world is already dead; that figment of existence that you knew in the past, the places well-remembered, those fond scenes where the history of an ancient folk … Continue reading

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Kind of Blown (Miles Davis is Past Tense Now)

Esse Quam Videri : The siren’s song bleeds forth through tenement crags: the plaintive wail of mad dog penguined Perseus, hunting down in ancient rites street Circe and her rabid whores. Along this path, this street of more than visions … Continue reading

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