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  1. The Philosopher (Part II)

    by , 11-02-2009 at 12:42 PM (Diary of a Madman: Aphorisms, Maxims and Allegories)

    This made no sense. None at all. The bizarre admixture of approval and indignation that was persisting, subsisting, and increasing within me added to the overall nonsensical gauntlet through which I was being put. Just as soon as I would enter a zone of comfort, this region was tactically obliterated; I was left cold and naked in the Super Unknown. Where once there seemed to be knowledge, he would flick it away as if it were a languid fly. This is an awesome authority, ...
  2. The Philosopher (Part I)

    by , 11-02-2009 at 12:40 PM (Diary of a Madman: Aphorisms, Maxims and Allegories)
    What follows is a short story I wrote inspired by the blogging I have done in this forum. Toying around, I sent it to several publishers; and have received notice this morning that Random House would like it turned into a full-length novel with possible screen play adaptation. I do hope you enjoy it.

    It is copywritten, so don't get stupid.

    That which we now call the world is the outcome of a host of errors and fantasies which have gradually arisen ...
  3. Cross-Sectional Wisdom...

    by , 06-19-2009 at 05:13 PM (Diary of a Madman: Aphorisms, Maxims and Allegories)
    To whom do I owe an explianaton..?

    Hilarily! - For he who recognises that which I am - that which I am representative of - I owe so much the little...

    For they look into mine eyes - as the are!

    - Whoa! - unto those who see me, and my motivation, NOT!

    These are the lost one's - who shall - and should! ... - remain forever so!

    ...For what does one who has seen the entirety care for detractors...?
  4. P Erotisk

    by , 06-16-2009 at 05:49 PM (Diary of a Madman: Aphorisms, Maxims and Allegories)
    ...I see her there,

    Swollen from the foreign heat,

    She beads-up sweat, and cools the Earth before her,

    She leaves her foot-prints in the sands

    of time...there is no time.

    She waits, and is noticed, in the frolic of her dismissal,

    but I see,

    I see her,

    I know her,

    every inch, every, curve and latice, ... my hand beacons,

    the water ripples
  5. Broken, by my Master - and Built Anew

    by , 05-11-2009 at 06:11 PM (Diary of a Madman: Aphorisms, Maxims and Allegories)
    I have been broken - shattered to bits, and rebuilt.

    I have been remade in the image and desires of my forebares,

    I have known pain such as no other has known; and this pain has a name. - It's name is potential.

    I have been lost about the wilderness of thought - and come-through as none other before me.

    I am obligated to the Warrior.

    I know my place.

    I know, my Caste. - And it is Beautiful
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