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About C. Feallsanach

I am philosopher at heart. I am bursting with ideas and inquisitions. Reality exists in the blurred expanse betwixt the lines of black and white for me. I am far from traditional. Though, I fall far from the vocation of sage, I thirst for all edifying wisdom. My life's mission is to aid, support, and (when possible) facilitate the advancement, evolution, and development of humankind and civilization. I always welcome stimulating dialogue.

The Crumbling Tower

Posted on October 25, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

“It was an extravagant affair! The gentlemen wore such exquisite formalwear. Many of the officers wore their finest uniforms with boots and medals polished to a sparkling shine. All the ladies wore such elegant dresses and brilliant jewelry. Everyone danced … Continue reading →

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Office Hours

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

On the rise Of filtered light Flowing into this cave; On the fill Of filtered water Flowing into this cup, I am here again All this day— Again, again, again, Again. Heart chained To chair, words to Convention; a slave … Continue reading →

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Equality

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

Individually, be he or she Earns, by hands own, all fame or infamy. Equality is the state of nature; For each is judged by one’s own character. -Cupcake

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Beautiful Cold

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

On this quiet landscape, the sun does rise; Shining white as far as the eye can see. A few clouds cling to the azure blue skies As the wind sings her name, rustling the trees, Blowing white wisps of snow … Continue reading →

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Holiday View

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

Along the line that I can see Stand living, leafless trees, Rows of houses, yards of yellow, Lacking the white of snow. Behind me, this house is busy With all who have gathered; Speaking loudly, loving warmly, Cherishing what mattered. … Continue reading →

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Techno-Junkie

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

This computer o’ mine I built it, top o’ the line Assembly was toil and trouble It took me an hour or double I had saved and penny-pinched When it came time, Spending was a cinch For I had already … Continue reading →

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Relax

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

Bliss and Zen From end to end The muses, they speak to me This feeling, how I am so free Mellow and quiet Candles dimly lit The air is warm I smell the scent of storm Such is this peace, … Continue reading →

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Knight of the Lord

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

Sing, the winds of history The nights of past have a story They speak tales of discontent and discord Of those who brandished spear and sword In the land of the castle and lord The night, how she was still … Continue reading →

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Xander

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

Author’s Note: The following fictional story is graphic and not meant for children of any age. “Ow, Motherfucker! That fucking hurt!” Xander reeled back after getting blasted in the chest by a shotgun-wielding masked criminal. What was Xander doing in … Continue reading →

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The Widow Bathe

Posted on March 30, 2016 by C. Feallsanach

Author’s Note: This is a sort of modernization-rewrite of Geoffrey Chaucer’s “The Wife of Bath’s Tale” from The Canterbury Tales. “All right. I have a story.” I said. I stood up in the middle of the large gathering room of … Continue reading →

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