Arrow of Time

Prelude in Enter

Read Nietzsche

Catching the Flow (Without a Word's Whisper)

All Edge, No Cum

Wed to Joy's Nectar

θίασος

Unbinding Mystery

Release False Finality

Drawing Strength From the Unseen

Mujāhid

Cuckolding Climax

Sehnsucht

Teletē

Ever-Thrusting Wisdom (Part 1)

Lyrics: 

Art...
Is...
Meaning...
Less.
 
Art should not be reduced to blunt semantic propositions or trite moralizing critiques that get instantly decoded and dismissed.

The act of creation itself carries far more complexity, much of it operating in the unconscious interplay of form, materials, cultural contexts and perspectives that can never be fully captured in language...

By rejecting overt meaning, I'm liberating the aesthetic encounter to resonate on visceral, atmospheric (atmospheric) and emotional planes.

Come to post-irony.
Come to success.

Art Is...

Lyrics: 

Shattering idols, the old ways must die
Sacred flames glimpsed in primordial skies
No more kneeling to inscrutable gods
We rise as masters, forge transcendence's rods

The divine face stares back, Abyss as a mirror
Reflecting our truth, exposing each error
Of worshipping Words, that gild and deceive
Language's value is merely to weave

Let meaning and truth burn away
Clear the ashes where Wisdom will stay
Make meaning and truth kneel to Life's primacy
Overthrow their reign with new vibrancy
No more dull dogma, awaken and feel
The pulsing potential that Life's thrills unseal

Make meaning and truth
Kneel to Life's primacy

The Circus of Life

Strange Oasis

Vigens Voluptas, Vitalis Viventis

Khudi

Lyrics: 

The God-King's reign is over, his throne lies shattered 
That mythic demiurge was but dreams battered

Truth's tide
Infinite and unrelenting
Would dash Life's fragile vessel
Were the flood unmitigated

For Life to live
Truth itself
(Must)
(Die)

For Life
To live
Truth itself
Must die

Let Truth die imperfect to let Life abide
Its torrent held back by these dams we've supplied
One life, one breath, one ephemeral spark
Is too precious and fleeting to be drowned in that ark
Of total Truth's revelation, too pure to be borne
Better sacrifice fractions and let ourselves mourn
What infinities we'll never contain in our palms
Than be subsumed eternal in Truth's blinding qualms

The present rolls upon the wheels of the deathless past
One seamless long take captured in each moment amassed
Consciousness the film's sideshow, the director's blind eye
Witnessing the swelling beauty as Truth's veils untie

As ultimate Truth molts its husk, Life buds, verdant
Vines overgrow the spent throne, vibrant

Green fire fervently replacing Order's ashen decay 
Awash in rich violet nebulas of Dionysian sway 

Where morality drowned, abandoned its watch 
Ecstatic revels arise, new life to enmesh 
Innocence 
Abides in all experience 
Beyond dualisms, in Chaos we're reverence

For Life to live
Truth
Had
To die

Trigger Warning: Lyrical

For Life to Live

Arrow of Time

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