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Lucian

About Me

"Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl." - H.P. Lovecraft

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

"And how much fits into twenty one grams? How much is lost? When do we lose twenty one grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? How much is gained? Twenty one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did twenty one grams weigh?"

My Blog

The 'debate' on torture.

Just a few things I'd like to point out so that we are all clear on this. Far too much is being said in discussions on this topic that completely and entirely miss the actual point of the discussion. ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 04:06:00 GMT

9/13/08

A cosmic pendulum?Cosmic gyroscope?What is it that holds this balance?What is it that ties all these strands together?There must be a knot somewhere.A center to this oscillating spiral.Tracing with my...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 08:29:00 GMT

A return to the forgotten tease.

Cloaked and concealed, begging for the lightThis fine line, teased into proseThis is much too distant for my eyes to perceivePressing daily, euphoric desire, a curious needThisThis is yoursRiptides pu...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 08:18:00 GMT

Article : 'Emerging culture of paranoia' from MediaMatters.org

In recent months, the violent, doomsday, and anti-intellectual rhetoric that has long been a staple of conservative media has taken a notable turn in at least three significant ways: previously confin...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:42:00 GMT

Dark Creature

I will hide in the shadows tonightcowering in fear as the wolf comes nearsnuffing the light in horror and frightpulling over my shoulders my darkest cloaktrying my best to blend into the nightas the f...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 20:37:00 GMT

"Exterminator!" by William Burroughs

Excerpt from The Lemon Kid     Come and jack off . . . 1929     little boy did.     smell of attic room musty darkness   &nbs...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 23:02:00 GMT

A Year, A Sin

The heavens rememberSnow will fallFebruary 12thAt this moment, let the world stopMy name on your lipsMay I be your very breathForever and alwaysLangston Hughes no longer speaksTo defer is to post...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:50:00 GMT

A Chance Encounter

It was a first meetingbut I am quite surethere will be more to comeI was struck three-fold     a powerful curiosity     a sweet familiarity   &nb...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 14:23:00 GMT

There Was A House In the Forest

It was a car crashthat brought on the fear   mystery of whats unknownI'd lived for yearsassured in the belief   that I could always come homeBut this fruit of ours soured with time...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 02:21:00 GMT

Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event - Deftones

No more gold lights for the queen earth to keep you warm in your kingdomsHigh on the waves you make for usBut not since you left have the waves comeThe bar is dead and the rocket's rain is keeping you...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 14:48:00 GMT