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Stare
Her harsh, unrelenting stare pains me. Her eyes fixedly peer through my own, ignoring my dark irides, which, unheard, plead with her to have mercy. With cold determination, they delve past the milky whites and reach into my soul. Not with the reach of gentle hands, which caress with warmth and concern for what lies…
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Chorus
In this moment can be heard the lamentations of the orphaned. The incessant wailing of the meek, destitute widows who, against their will, demand pity in their cries. The final shrieks of the countless poor souls, taken up from this world in an infinite number of horrific catastrophes of misery, their calls echoed and multiplied,…
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A Moment of Romance
The feminine to be desired and the masculine who desires. Her effortless guile and grace, gathering the glances of those around her. She glides across the ground, her gown flowing with each gentle gust of wind. Her focus is unbothered. Her green eyes, large and bright like two fine emeralds, float across the horizon, taking…
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Evening
The sky in the evening hour as it turns the bright cyan shade of Uranus, quickly darkening into an oppressive Neptune. What can be said about it? The sky becomes thick with hue, no longer the transparent backdrop of earthly life but itself a gelatin throughout which all floats. An opaque broth which envelopes and…
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Ten Thousand South Thailanders
Consider ten thousand South Thailanders. One deals in dogs, another cats. Between the two exists the most horrific exchange, a constantly flowing market of horrific mongrels. The driving force of this exchange isn’t some seeking of profit, but solely the morbid curiosity to see what will come of the next generation to be bred. At…
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Review of The Battle of Stalingrad (1949)
The Battle of Stalingrad portrays the Eastern Front of World War 2 in a charming operatic style, centering the drama of the battle upon the key personalities of Stalin, Chuikov, Hitler, and Paulus, along with an array of supporting characters. The main focus is, of course, put on Stalin, endearingly called Josef Vissarionovich by his…
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Concept II
“He swung his legendary claymore, Grendethal, around his head, causing the swarm of orcs that had gathered around him to leap back. By now word of his heroic feats of strength and virtue had spread across the land, and the mythic power of the blade of Grendethal was known by all. With a powerful lunge,…
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Living
Life is so much more complex than one could ever hope to observe. Our human experience feels like a slide show, slowly flicking through the slides as cars race behind the projector screen, one can hear the faint sound of explosions, screaming, crying. Even what you can hear, limited as it is, is simply a…
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Concept I
I circled the neighborhood several times as it neared evening, watching the bestial masses gathering onto the street, each endeavoring to find some way to find their nut. While deeply disgusted, I was nevertheless intrigued. I envied them. Nothing bothered them, nothing occupied their mind, nothing except their next meal, next sleep, and next fuck.…
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The Buddhas of Bamiyan
The destruction of the Buddhas of Bamiyan is often cited as a modern catastrophe, an unforgivable destruction of invaluable cultural heritage by machine gun toting Luddite savages. How could these psychopathic extremists destroy such a culturally significant site, one which was protected under international status as a UNESCO World Heritage Site? Could they not see…
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