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A sacrifice for a sacrifice, a gift for a gift 19.12.2022 6:10 ↓

From the inside looking out, there is alway the orlog of the blood.

The ice queen rises 15.12.2022 6:00 ↓

Beyond the warmth of ice, the heart of winter herself.

Reason is a lie; the Weltanschauung is forever 05.12.2022 5:57 ↓

When the tough get deplatformed (again), the machines laugh and the song recommences.

Who killed whom last night? 02.12.2022 6:05 ↓

At the site of a murder, where on the smudges of echoes of the scene remain.

Reign of fire 25.11.2022 5:21 ↓

The system is what the system is, an dthe blast is uncontainable.

The collapse of time 04.09.2022 7:21 ↓

Orlog is as orlog does.

What choice did I have? 30.08.2022 7:43 ↓

At the heart of the maelstrom of the well of the worlds, there could have bene no other way.

Thus is the end of the telegraph's reign 12.08.2022 4:25 ↓

The cracking of the wires does not lie. Thus ends the tyranny of the telegraph, and thus began the hegemony of radio. [Upon receipt of the finished product, neither of us could remember who did what exactly, but ...it was about perfect.]

The maelstrom calls 06.08.2022 4:00 ↓

I have danced in the ecstasy and bliss of creation's fire, and brought back the sounds thereof.

Her kisses always did have teeth 30.07.2022 7:03 ↓

The bite and the dance and the embrace of embraces in microtime.

The path to blood is blood 13.07.2022 5:08 ↓

There is no substitute, there is no alternative.

Choose ye well 13.07.2022 4:27 ↓

There is only one way forward into orlog.

Der Klang der Bosheit 04.06.2022 6:19 ↓

Enter the passion and the wickedness, stage left. (Austin Osman Spare, "The Last Bones")

The many deaths of Brixton Towne the Third 11.05.2022 9:36 ↓

There are so many layers and they're all fallen apart. Such is the unravelling of the Well of Worlds. (Psyche, Arno Breker)

The carnivale of souls has none 11.02.2022 4:07 ↓

Everything old is dead again.

Apotheosis 07.01.2022 4:48 ↓

New year, new track. It takes two to tango, and two to ascend to the heights of godhead.

The distance between the damsel and her distress 10.12.2021 4:19 ↓

Such is the way of the dance of dances, for which no words ever suffice.

The sample and the hum and the hold 30.11.2021 7:34 ↓

Sometimes one gets a wild hair after almost thirty years, and goes to town. There is ever a method to the silence in the madness.

The voice and the vision beyond 13.11.2021 4:37 ↓

The voice in the silence never led me astray.

Oh, how we used to dance and dance again 08.11.2021 3:49 ↓

In memory of a dear departing friend from the market, on the discontinuing of the venerable Boss RE-20 Space Echo, which has for a decade now served to lessen the wear and tear on my actual vintage unit substantially.

Speak in silence and the silence speaks 01.11.2021 7:25 ↓

There is nothing but this in the blank abyss.

The preparation and the sacrifice are one 01.11.2021 4:45 ↓

There are things which cannot be said, as the blackness sets in.

There is no distance from death 05.10.2021 4:27 ↓

I have seen beyond her milky ways. Only death and heritage remain.

Far beyond the seven veils 24.09.2021 7:03 ↓

Shock and awe, thumping with the helicopter blight.

O, how the madrigal has fallen! 24.09.2021 5:40 ↓

Control in anti-form; a duet for things beyond words.