Altlit Stories

"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii...

❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]

dirty di

The surprise of the unexpected. The out of field catch. Caught in the act. Not a silk glove but a leather one. My old Spalding fielders glove. The hitting pattern is alw...

The equasion in which the subtract is the deduction from itself leaves but the emptiness of the void. We may speak, however when we just speak out in the wilderness, we...

The handpuppets who play their role inside the facade. Those who retreat without being responsible for their gentrification, gerrymandering, racism and fascism. There's...

From the subterranean to the elevated of life and the World.

The inflammation infected all the way into the White House, where the piss stained prick could only admit to his very incompetence and get the load of his very own words...

The embroidery of families past the portals of our earthly demise, found in the lace, the thread from the spool, as the one to be de tangled. The blood left in the thimb...

tupac died 13 september 1996

The imager effect of social media, the making of anti social profiles, not people.

The uncertainty of disease shows the vulnerability of our society which is so transfixed on security guarantees and protocols. No such thing can prevent the emergence no...

The blessing of our eyes as observers of beauty seeing art in what we pass by everyday and wouldn't cherish if it weren't for true friends who share such a gift.

U EVER FEEL IT?

The phase where one doesn't care for recognition any longer, or so poignantly put there, where we don't give a fuck anymore

The trial of the state vs. the red cat who put his hands in the cookie jar. And got caught, got nicked in the act. Now he pleads innocence. However, he gets what's comin...

Daily vow, loving vow, wedding vow, to love is indeed a verb. In intricate phrasing tenderness thrives.

What else is the post-apocalyptic than a blessing for nature because of the demise and extinction of the human race.

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