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September 5, 2011

The Demons

No, it is this man, who exists,
Who is history; who is, I'm sure,
The future; and the drama is his,
As dangerous as elegant. His
Demons, made by him, are sent
By the great gods to scourge him,
And have doubtless barely started.
As such these creatures are divine,
Like the tiger or the killer whale,
And must not be disrespected:
A slice of advice both prudent
And compliant with federal law.
-- Moldbug @ Unqualified Reservations:

Posted by Vanderleun at September 5, 2011 2:47 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Ahhh... a peak into the pit where the city of 'Dys' lies beneath.

The jungle is not far from civilization.

Posted by: Cond0010 at September 5, 2011 7:17 AM

He is not for the weak, to be sure.

Posted by: Jewel at September 5, 2011 8:03 AM

Wow. That was worthy of James Dickey. Darn, Moldbug is hitting in Gerard's league with that one.


Posted by: jwm at September 5, 2011 9:32 AM

We are in deep shit when poets include legal disclaimers.

Posted by: RedCarolina at September 5, 2011 4:54 PM

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