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“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”, so the saying goes but it's absolutely true. There is a layered subjectivity to it based on personal ...

This is an article I’m writing after midnight while being drunk on mixed drinks of brännvin and julmust. It’s November. I need booze to cope with the Scandinavian winter gloom that hits your soul like a hammer this time of the year (It’s a thing up here ...

So it's pretty wild on Twitter lately, and people are abandoning ship. Or at least, they're making sure there's another boat to jump to in case the ship sinks.

And that is where Mastodon comes in. This open source social media network is gaining popularity by the ...

Poem Nr. 14: Deep’s Locker


Let no unheard muses call their stages.
Sink them into soundlessness down below.
Take no unsung makers to their pages.
Sink them into uselessness down below.
Grant no untouched prophets for their sages.
Sink them into soulessness down below.
Have no undrawn breathers hale ...

Another site redesign update
Alexey continues working and coding this stuff up towards a full working front page. Thanks for all your support (especially on Patreon and with ads, it helps a lot), and comments and feedback, we really try to incorporate them and keep them in mind when we ...

Poem Nr. 13: Ka-Boon


Exploding.miracle of past unloading
Enrolling fabric of the primal tolling
Feeling through your ratchet as you color your stones red
Imploding destruction of scales decoding
Controlling panic of the final poling.
Falling through your hatchet as you holler your wars dead


Helixfinger Out!

National Novel Writing Month is here once again. Throughout the month of November writers across multiple disciplines and genres challenge themselves to sit down and write a 50K word novel. Although I am not participating this year, that’s not to say that this month can’t be dedicated to ...

Poem Nr. 12 (For halloween): Death Wishes


All that remains is cradling the grave.
Rocking the burial ground that is left to decay.
And still, I say, still your heart’s mourning beat.
For even in defeat, dawn comes to greet some more.
Never wish death, for death wishes you ...

Latest update news

Here's your weekly update for the progress of the site development! Three things:

- Alexey and I have come up with all the genres and things that will be in each of the lists on the front page! I'll list those bellow. You might have some ...

Poem Nr. 11: Nine Lives


Nine. I see the light burning to darkness.
All so swiftly. All so blindly.
Eight. I hear the alarm screaming to deafness.
All so widely. All so loudly.
Seven. I taste the medicine spoiling to sickness.
All so queasily. All so badly.
Six. I sense ...