Altlit Stories

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tupac died 13 september 1996

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

On the math of stories which poisoned the human narrative.

i gave them away by accident

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...

The looker-on observing how life dissipates into the nothing of an empty body of a loved one.

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...

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...

a voice for those without voice.

U EVER FEEL IT?

From the subterranean to the elevated of life and the World.

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...

What else is the post-apocalyptic than a blessing for nature because of the demise and extinction of the human race.

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 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.

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...

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...

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