All posts from Blog : nomadologic.net
Submitted : Tue, Apr 08 2008, 17:37
The most insane, the most radical, the most mind-boggling piece of cinematic art this side of whatever. Period. Said I.
http://nomadologic.net/?p=111
tags :
intense
Submitted : Sun, Apr 06 2008, 15:21
Przed naszymi oczami wciąż przewija się defilada skorumpowanych hipokrytów, spuchłokarkich przekręciarzy, sprzedajnych deputowanych. Codzienna nikczemność, nadęte kłamstwo i podła intryga - czują się znakomicie.
W naszym świecie nie ma dziś wielkiej idei Wolności...
http://nomadologic.net/?p=110
tags :
philosophy
,
politics
Submitted : Sat, Apr 05 2008, 15:13
All the humans revered Crane, the great orator. Where cranes gathered, thier speech carried miles. The Aztecs called themselves the Crane people.
* * *
He lay awake, thinking of the answers he should have given, seeing the cracks in his ceiling...
http://nomadologic.net/?p=109
tags :
body
,
death
,
madness
,
memory
Submitted : Sat, Mar 29 2008, 16:25
Możemy bowiem odrzucić naiwne wizje, zgodnie z którymi wraz z upływem czasu nasza cywilizacja wznosić się będzie na coraz to wyższe poziomy poznania, może nawiąże kontakt z braćmi w rozumie z innych zakątków Wszechświata i połączymy siły, by wspólnie osiągnąć panowanie na...
http://nomadologic.net/?p=106
tags :
death
,
sadness
Submitted : Sun, Mar 23 2008, 07:00
Gutsville is a town living in the belly of the beast, literally. 150 years after the ocean liner HMS Daphne was swallowed at sea, its passengers’ descendents cling to life in Gutsville. All is not well among the slippery streets… As revolutionaries, ...
http://nomadologic.net/?p=105
tags :
graphic narrative
Submitted : Wed, Mar 19 2008, 14:53
Her name was Iphigenia Deme, Iffy to those of her friends that had not yet been slaughtered by Protectorate forces. Her last words, strapped to the interrogation table downstairs at Number Eighteen, Shimatsu Boulevard, are reputed to have been: That'...
http://nomadologic.net/?p=104
tags :
death
,
Takeshi
Submitted : Tue, Mar 18 2008, 16:40
tags :
death
Submitted : Tue, Mar 18 2008, 16:15
tags :
Coil
Submitted : Tue, Mar 18 2008, 16:11
May I ask you all for silence
The dreamer is still asleep
May the goddess keep us from single vision
And you too sleep
The dreamer is still asleep
The dreamer is still asleep
He’s inventing landscapes and the magnetic fields
Working out the...
http://nomadologic.net/?p=101
tags :
Coil
,
intense
,
sadness
,
surreal
Submitted : Sat, Mar 15 2008, 18:03
So for the young soul there is wandering and scouting, travel, danger, change. But of course travel and danger and change have their own dullness. It is finally always the same otherness over again; another hill, another fiver, another man, another d...
http://nomadologic.net/?p=100
tags :
road
