WRITING
Essays, prayers, poems, journals, reviews and reports from across the Rock Dove archive
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The Second Step: an Admission (but not Confession of Guilt)
As with many young boys in the age with computers amd telephones, from a young age, and almost as soon as I could, I developed an interest in photographs and videos, of women, of a sexual nature. I refuse to call it directly as the common term “pornography”, here, because that denotes an industry that…
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The First Step:
Okay guys, here’s the deal, im very consistent on the point i made at age 20: I am what is called “the resurrection”, or “eternal return”. I am also the thief in the night that the bible talks about, and the host of the book of revelation. You guys locked me up for the experiences…
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Does TRUTH Just Serve Me?
No. That’s not even about solipsism. That’s just blatant narcisism. Even lies run out of time.
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A Slow, Dull Ache (Journal)
16th It’s just after half four in the morning. Classic quetiapine. Yesterday, near the end of the day I bought a case of Harp and drank 4 or 5 of them. Took my quetiapine and woke up and here I am. I must have woke up almost an hour ago, but from 3.30am onwards, my…
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THE SONG OF DIRTY BIRDS
Hot and lucid, I consider,The fact of my birth,The assumption of mirth,As I write this with a chill,I display cold facts,I am a veteran,Of overheard chats. Like I say,I willingly participate,In the chain of events that led me here,To the facts that will precipitate. The song of dirty birds,Leaden with my names.Proud, disgusting boastful,Never anything…
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A Sterile Excerpt from What I Am
The UK government is paying for my silence, because at the end of the day reflecting into other realities, I’ve inherited a lad, broken may he be. Here he sits on treasure he got collected for him by the dragon. His sense organs are satiated by the dragon’s gifts. All he has to do is…
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Duty
I would like to posit the following statement: that a sense of duty is a valuable tool that separates man from beast, and like wheat from chaff, a man from a useless man. I write this as a pile of chaff in the corner of the mill. This is an attempt to wake me up,…
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Amidst a Fading Cold
I don’t think anyone, especially myself, wants to hear about the minute achievements that made up all the little routines that kept me going throughout the night. But they’re there, they kept my head screwed on, and PRAISE BE, I have my physical and mental health to some degree. Tomorrow I will also have a…
