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The Warning,
The Warning,
the Frame,
the Frame,
and the Seymour..
and the Seymour..
Stark Warning
Stark Warning
I am a romantic to the classics, the baroque, the gothic.
I am a mouthpiece of the shadow.
I am the horror genre of emotional reasoning.
All following genre of text and all links they branch out from may contain all manner of uncomfortable ways of writing things. The bodies of text I intend to write will spare nothing towards current sensibilities of any kind, but none for its own sake.
I am trained by all schools of thought.
I hold no personally discernible philosophies about writing or writing about anything.
I am faithful to reality alone.
I hold no allegiances to any and all modern heuristic musings on what is true.
However,
However,
I side with life.
I will also aim not to hold to modern partisan biases of all kinds.
I side with enduring ancients.
I will harbour no modern religious concepts of all kinds and branches.
I aim to speak for true inclusivity.
I will labour to avoid any and all divisive ideas, that every thing may be seen as one unique thing of everything.
Parte Un
Parte Un
Huddle up all comfy,
because all that follows won't be.
Huddle up all comfy,
because all that follows won't be.
Why I'll be faceless
Today's current personal security for freedom of expression is no longer guaranteed. I will put recursive effort into anonimising both myself and the ideas I attempt to convey. After all, no good idea deserves a face that ages, but a choir of deliberate quarreling.
Why bother
My platform aims to be dauntingly deeper than merely speaking out about conflicts of today; because dad's right, my situation is not special; but I will be taking this way of thinking all the way to the Heavenly courts of our minds: our whole world's situation is not special. We've "played these games before". It's our job to make sure we play them better.
We really do owe it to our dead for making all those mistake for us.
We really do owe it to our dead for making all those mistake for us.
It took roughly eight thousand people to be born, live, and die to have any and all of us live exactly where we are today. Not accounting for that history of immeasurable tally of decisions is unspeakably abominable, to put it kindly; to consider any of them to be free from scrutiny is to disservice their memory, even if entirely forgotten.
Parte Deux
Parte Deux
There's more where that came from.
There's more where that came from.
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To the content-wary, disillusioned, culture-weary, toxic circles escape artists, those who wished their humanities courses in their college programs were more meaningful, and everyone just looking for a chilled-out place to rest your eyes, with a mug on hand,
How to live in the modern age while reconciling both ancient and classical teachings embedded into us and our every day behaviours into workable conscious levels, recovering from cultural wreckages / nurturing, cultivating / fulfilling enjoying evidently timeless skills that doesn't seem to get transmitted down to the newer generations as intuitively expected due to early misconceptions of progress, feeling out what love truly is and how everyone experiences it differently yet also similarly, the vastly and reluctantly unexplored and humanly-compromising middle grounds of the gender debates, rediscovering the giddiness and excitement of intimacy and then maybe sex in the fog of today's growing public obscenities that paradoxically coexists with private overreaching constraints and exhaustion of the heart, observing the characteristically growing health-oriented quiet and disciplined minority of the internet, looking up to what womanhood and manhood is like life-per-life, perhaps even non-financial-advice discussions on unearthing first-truths may influence better handling of money, but most especially validating and facilitating unarticulated personal feelings that most people are not trained to properly bring out to their fullest
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