PinnedPrégolan WulangunThe Beginning Of Our TextI wake up in my dried-up body. My eyes refuse to open, but I can sense through my half-closed, sticky eyelids, that the sun has already…Aug 7, 2021Aug 7, 2021
Prégolan WulangunThe Society of HypochondriaA stranger civilization appears in the streets of the world and is mutating in the teenager as unnamed. They never choose to obsess the…Oct 3, 2021Oct 3, 2021
Prégolan WulangunMy DarknessHow have thee the sounds in unison My very soul at the cruel loneliness Piercing now, immersed evocatively Our centuries composing for…Sep 21, 2021Sep 21, 2021
Prégolan WulangunThe WavesIt was an evening after Walking outside for a little I heard the wind words softly A darkness haunting discovery A magnificent of this…Sep 18, 2021Sep 18, 2021
Prégolan WulangunMax Stirner, The Nihilism Shape End Of ConceptualismNow hath my life across a stormy seaSep 16, 2021Sep 16, 2021
Prégolan WulangunA Poetic Spectrum, A Collaboration Piece‘As long as you have enough heads to step on to escape the lava, you’re not going to change a thing. I don’t even know who I am underneath…Sep 6, 2021Sep 6, 2021
Prégolan WulangunThe Wild Secret Remains, Art For ArtTowards an evening, while I was waiting for public transportation, that had yet has seen. It was raining heavily at dusk, and I was anxious…Aug 7, 2021Aug 7, 2021
