Altlit Stories

❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]

how i feel when i write, you ask? just like how rain washes away the dry of earth, just like the sun rays that absorbs the cold of bitter winter, just like the first bl...

The omnipresent state of division. The haves who cannot have any more, crave to obtain all, nothing left for the have nots, who have nothing, nothing to lose but their f...

The blessing of our eyes as observers of beauty seeing art in what we pass by everyday and wouldn't cherish if it weren't for true friends who share such a gift.

A shadow cast by an endorsement of electronic gerrymandering so obvious that even the blind will start to see for the brazen miracle. Yet another mayor is caught in the...

there's a weird sense of comfort that calculator video games bring

In 2007 an outbreak of a so-called mysterious disease struck certain parts of the Netherlands, it was much later diagnosed as Q-fever. Not so mysterious because it was d...

U EVER FEEL IT?

It isn't just the president of the land of the free, who now finally has got his own bone spur war. All over the World our so-called leaders miss the boat to prepare, to...

yooo these are true status updates about weird shit thats been happening to me lately copied straight from Facebook. u can follow my updates on Facebook too, where I po...

dirty di

The equasion in which the subtract is the deduction from itself leaves but the emptiness of the void. We may speak, however when we just speak out in the wilderness, we...

The uncertainty of disease shows the vulnerability of our society which is so transfixed on security guarantees and protocols. No such thing can prevent the emergence no...

a voice for those without voice.

The inflammation infected all the way into the White House, where the piss stained prick could only admit to his very incompetence and get the load of his very own words...

The surprise of the unexpected. The out of field catch. Caught in the act. Not a silk glove but a leather one. My old Spalding fielders glove. The hitting pattern is alw...

On the math of stories which poisoned the human narrative.

i gave them away by accident

The celebration of the liberty brain pick. We submit to the nefarious kings of the wish to be seen. Their platforms provide the opium which sedates the masses with their...