Death by Trade: “Hey, Bud. I was the prom king, valedictorian, and quarterback at No Wave High School. I can shoot elk – and make it into a stew, all outdoors. I’m one of the paleomasculine, androphile, hysterically butch punx with the blood-brotherhood worship and the touch of swarthy you asked for.”

  • Auctoritas.
  • Comitas.
  • Constantia.
  • Clementia.
  • Dignitas.
  • Disciplina.
  • Firmitas.
  • Frugalitas.
  • Gravitas.
  • Honestas.

  • Humanitas.
  • Industria.
  • Iustitia.
  • Pietas.
  • Prudentia.
  • Salubritas.
  • Severitas.
  • Veritas.
  • Virtus.

Understand, I’ll slip quietly

away from the noisy crowd

when I see the pale stars rising,

blooming, over the oaks.

…I’ll pursue solitary pathways

through the pale twilit meadows,

with only this one dream:

You come too.”

– Rilke.


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