a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
So, if first-person confessional style podcasts are your jam, subscribe to mine wherever you get your podcasts. I’m on all of the major platforms.
Q: what is it about me that i can’t keep my virtual hands off of creativity, love, mysticism, and misfit ontology?
My soul is wrapped in conformity
Trapped between your white sheets
and warm pillows
We talk of time and things dear
Your breast half exposed untouched
but dreadfully near
How many times has the dawn
whispered my name
Taunting, teasing, tempting me away
From the comfort
Of your conformity
I reach; you pull
we bend and twist
the sheets
Why can’t I grasp the enormity?
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