The soul does not die — it is devoured. Slowly. Lovingly. By systems. By symbols. By the mouths of others. You spend your life negotiating which god, government, addiction. But the only true liberation is the moment you choose your predator.
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Rap music, for all its bravado and poetic dexterity, has always been as much about power as it is about sound. From the block parties of the... -
Hip-hop, that volatile ballet of syllables and swagger, resists reduction. It is neither mere music nor mere movement, but a masquerade of... -
MAD CRY OF A DEVIL-CAPTIVE *** Roaring heights, conjurer's desire, Captive mystery, salamandrine lyre. Haunted river, timeless f...
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