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Name: Defacto7
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Hometown: Portland, OR
Home country: not sure anymore
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Member since: Wed Aug 1, 2012, 01:44 AM
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About Me

Humanist, Classical musician, Linux hack, Liberal, Cosmology enthusiast, Refuse resurrectionist, Living with you in purgatory

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I took a walk through sheol and eternity today...

I took a long walk through the dark web a couple of days ago tor'ed to the hilt. It was a learning experience. Some of it poignant where the fight for freedom takes a cloak of anonymity to be heard and not killed, some of it was purely disgusting, much of it sales of the untouchable and illegal and some just plain terrifying. It just so happened that after my delve into that hell, and after a long shower, I found myself on a page where an photographer who lives in a secluded haven from civilization was taking the most inspiring photographs of the Aurora Borealis and a dynamically clear Northern sky at 40 below Celsius brought sacred memories to me of the beautiful quiet of time, the hallucinogenic bells of the Northern lights with F# ringing in the middle your brain and the expanse of living a thousand miles from any civilization, on the brink of universe. This dichotomy of humanity and the universe gelled in my mind a poem, a parity of a great poem. It's meant to be ironic to the point of a strange comedy mixed with the ugly times in which we live and end is a sort of semi salvation... It's disjointed on purpose and all elements that are asymmetrical are meant to be that way. It expresses my schizophrenic relationship with mankind and reality. I won't mention the poem that it comes from but you can see if it has enough resemblance to make the point.


Power On Stall

Oh, I have slid these surly bonds through scorched death and danced the din of crouching uncivilized hordes.
Down, down, with weeping scorched wings, I hear
The burning lies, the unnatural imprisoned screech of mindlessness.
Religionwar, the pain of a billion things you may soon hear of...
I dream,
Freed from the unsanctified memetical fog,
I hear the quietness of a trillion things greater than myself, reach out my hand
and touch dimensions in a cosmos.

MT 2015
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