BANQUET OF CHAOS: A Poem

by S. Boswell Your words ‘effluviate’ The concepts nauseate Your rule I would eradicate The throne I would ‘conflagrate’ The deluge I pray to inundate They that would steer our fate By preaching peace against those to hate . With the blood of martyrs we will consecrate A path not bound by aristocracy’s state Continue…

Does It Matter?

Oh, that old question…. Universally? Ultimately? NO. Nothing we hairless primates ever do on this spinning ball of galactic dust will ever have a grand impact on the larger reality of this plane of existence. Sadly…even less galactically… Nothing you do today very likely will be remembering in 10 years. Or even 50 years. Much…