S A I N T N O SMay 19, 2017No. 180Do you smell it, the smell of piss, the smell of shit smeared up against the cornered homes of the slumbering homeless? The smell of...
S A I N T N O SMar 7, 2017No. 172All my heroes have died, leaving me with only villains to aspire to.
S A I N T N O SMar 4, 2017No. 4What do you know about the lives of animals? What do you know about their mother, their father, their sister, or brother? What do you...
S A I N T N O SMar 3, 2017No. 138We are heirs of the present through consummated marriage of the past and its future. Who can judge us but the children of man?
S A I N T N O SMar 3, 2017No. 124 Mecharianism: An architectural design built exclusively by machines of or near artificial intelligence, but not necessarily designed by...
S A I N T N O SMar 3, 2017No. 94Here we are, beyond the grasp of space and time. I may have died, but now I am alive. My voice is your mind. No, not you. You. Yes, you!...
S A I N T N O SMar 2, 2017No. 420 Die fending high dreams, hide or call a cry. Twisted lies, melting man's inner trance. Placid lake of bluish hue, numbing bond.