ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR
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"A look around us at this moment shows what the regression of bourgeois society into barbarism means. This world war is a regression into barbarism. The triumph of imperialism leads to the annihilation of civilization." (Rosa Luxemburg)
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The Dead Soul of Ayn Rand (Chapter One)
Ivan trudged through the sleet-slicked streets toward Pandit Yad Adnan's bungalow, the cold seeping into his bones like an old accusation. Two weeks before, Job's election had promised a brief lifting of the fog that had settled after Donnie's triumph years earlier--a triumph that had driven Ivan, in a moment of black humor and despair, to mutter prayers to Satan under his breath. The next mornings brought the stench of tar hanging over the neighborhood, and before dawn the sound of many small legs scraping across the floorboards, as though insects were marching in formation toward his bed. He would bolt upright, heart hammering, then run to the bus stop in the gray light, convinced the world had noticed his blasphemy and was closing in.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 days ago in Chapters
Bruised Autonomy: A Review of Kathleen Edwards' album FAILER (2002)
Failer, the 2002 debut by Kathleen Edwards, is a record about the psychology of romantic self-sabotage set against highways, motels, parking lots, and barstools. It belongs to the same moral weather system as Raymond Carver and Alice Munro: ordinary people making small decisions that quietly alter the trajectory of their lives. No one here delivers a Nietzschean manifesto. No one collapses in Dostoyevskian hysteria. They just fail--intimately, repeatedly, lucidly.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 days ago in Geeks
Regina Spektor's FAR (album review)
Regina Spektor's 2009 album Far,* her fifth studio effort, arrives like a whimsical comet streaking through the indie-pop cosmos--bright, unpredictable, and leaving trails of introspection in its wake. Produced with the polished touch of multiple heavyweights like Jeff Lynne and Mike Elizondo, Far refines Spektor's signature blend of piano-driven quirkiness, vocal acrobatics, and lyrical depth without sanding off her eccentric edges. It's an album that feels both intimate and expansive, as if Spektor is whispering secrets from a crowded room while gazing at distant stars. Clocking in at just over 45 minutes, it explores the absurdities of existence through a lens that's equal parts playful and profound, inviting listeners to laugh, cry, and ponder the human condition. But beneath the melodic charm lies a rich vein for analysis: from psychological unravelings to sociopolitical undercurrents, Far begs to be dissected like a dream journal scribbled in the margins of a philosophy text.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR12 days ago in Geeks
Our Lady Peace's CLUMSY (album review)
Our Lady Peace's 1997 sophomore album Clumsy* crashes onto the alt-rock scene like a meteor from the Canadian suburbs--raw, introspective, and laced with the kind of anthemic hooks that defined the post-grunge era. Frontman Raine Maida's lyrics, paired with the band's muscular yet melodic soundscapes (courtesy of guitarist Mike Turner, producer Arnold Lanni, and drummer Jeremy Taggart), transform personal turmoil into universal anthems. Clocking in at around 45 minutes across 11 tracks, Clumsy builds on their debut Naveed by amplifying the emotional stakes: it's less about ethereal mysticism and more about the gritty grind of identity, alienation, and the quiet wars men wage against themselves and society. Released amid the tail end of grunge's heyday, it captures the 90s zeitgeist--think flannel-clad existentialism meets radio-friendly riffs--while probing deeper into the psyche. Entertaining as a head-banging road trip companion, it's thought provoking as a mirror to male vulnerability, making it a staple for anyone who's ever stared at the ceiling at 4 a.m., questioning everything.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR12 days ago in Geeks
The Neon Jaguar
The night smelled like gasoline and stolen perfume. Luca revved the engine of his '67 Mustang--not his, not yet, but it would be by dawn if he won the race. The dashboard lights painted his knuckles candy-apple red. Beside him, Carmen smirked, her sequined dress catching the flicker of streetlamps like a disco ball tossed into a hurricane.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR7 months ago in Fiction
We're All Going Home. Content Warning.
I want to destroy the whole wide world with nuclear weapons. I'm the worst writer in the whole wide world, but that's not why I want to destroy it. I'm tired of all the hatred, anger, hurt, and pain inside of me and outside of me. It's too much.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR8 months ago in Writers
Mars Opposes Pluto in Cancer (2025). Runner-Up in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Top Story - June 2025.
I pour myself a shot of spiced Ukrainian vodka, ice clinks like the gears of centrifuges spinning deep below Natanz-- beneath the salt flats, under the world.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR9 months ago in Poets
