The conundrum of esoterica

Life is a conundrum of esoterica. Cool shit eh? First I heard this nugget of reflection of my self was…

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I realise it has been so long since I’ve posted anything that I’m palpitating right now thinking about what to…

Sense of wonderment crept into you the moment you read my post title, didn’t it? The last line of the…

We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Fight club. Never has a movie given us what we needed…

What is it about wounds that makes us cringe looking at them, but still want to keep itching or scratching…

We are inching towards the closing of another year, 2015. I’m sure the only sentence you must be uttering right…

There was once a man, who found solace in words. Words true and false alike. He believed them so truly,…

After so long, I’ve thought of a title first and text later. After so long, I’ve made a title this…

“Oh where do we begin, the rubble of our sins.” Does this line ring a bell? That’s from the song…

So you have a daughter. How has she changed your life? Maybe you wanted a boy and got a girl…