Adrian Britton
@adrianbritton.bsky.social
Descending beyond the downward spiral, where shadows know your fate and mirrors reflect the darkness of a soul.
Know yourself before you’re asked!
Know yourself before you’re asked!
The pulsing walls
A spectrum of light
Droplets of liquid motionless in the air
Shadows flickering through time
Charged quantum energy sparks with uncontrollable string entanglement trying to occupy the same space.
3 around 1
3 options
1 outcome
- ♾️ & + one
- one & + ♾️
Reset
I’ve been here before
A spectrum of light
Droplets of liquid motionless in the air
Shadows flickering through time
Charged quantum energy sparks with uncontrollable string entanglement trying to occupy the same space.
3 around 1
3 options
1 outcome
- ♾️ & + one
- one & + ♾️
Reset
I’ve been here before
December 12, 2025 at 1:41 PM
The pulsing walls
A spectrum of light
Droplets of liquid motionless in the air
Shadows flickering through time
Charged quantum energy sparks with uncontrollable string entanglement trying to occupy the same space.
3 around 1
3 options
1 outcome
- ♾️ & + one
- one & + ♾️
Reset
I’ve been here before
A spectrum of light
Droplets of liquid motionless in the air
Shadows flickering through time
Charged quantum energy sparks with uncontrollable string entanglement trying to occupy the same space.
3 around 1
3 options
1 outcome
- ♾️ & + one
- one & + ♾️
Reset
I’ve been here before
I’ve seen the teeth that lives on the street
I’ve felt the hate from behind those eyes
When the boots on your throat and it’s hard to breathe
When the knife twists that’s stuck the back, times of trouble are just a small step
I’ve felt the hate from behind those eyes
When the boots on your throat and it’s hard to breathe
When the knife twists that’s stuck the back, times of trouble are just a small step
December 8, 2025 at 6:10 PM
I’ve seen the teeth that lives on the street
I’ve felt the hate from behind those eyes
When the boots on your throat and it’s hard to breathe
When the knife twists that’s stuck the back, times of trouble are just a small step
I’ve felt the hate from behind those eyes
When the boots on your throat and it’s hard to breathe
When the knife twists that’s stuck the back, times of trouble are just a small step
If the laws of nature are bound by the consciousness of the information theory and we create what we choose to control.
Then we truly are enslaved by our own standards and nothing will free us from our own principles of life.
For humanity thrives in misery and destruction.
Peace is just the scam.
Then we truly are enslaved by our own standards and nothing will free us from our own principles of life.
For humanity thrives in misery and destruction.
Peace is just the scam.
December 4, 2025 at 11:17 AM
If the laws of nature are bound by the consciousness of the information theory and we create what we choose to control.
Then we truly are enslaved by our own standards and nothing will free us from our own principles of life.
For humanity thrives in misery and destruction.
Peace is just the scam.
Then we truly are enslaved by our own standards and nothing will free us from our own principles of life.
For humanity thrives in misery and destruction.
Peace is just the scam.
It’s lucid
I lay without purpose
See without eyes
Breathe with no motion
Stand at the foot
The shell of my tomb
Viewing above
Sight of abode
Energy is light
Water is life
Mass is restraint
Time is decay
Memories merge
Faces become echoes
Sound flows in waves
Visions fold
.
I lay without purpose
See without eyes
Breathe with no motion
Stand at the foot
The shell of my tomb
Viewing above
Sight of abode
Energy is light
Water is life
Mass is restraint
Time is decay
Memories merge
Faces become echoes
Sound flows in waves
Visions fold
.
November 30, 2025 at 10:32 PM
It’s lucid
I lay without purpose
See without eyes
Breathe with no motion
Stand at the foot
The shell of my tomb
Viewing above
Sight of abode
Energy is light
Water is life
Mass is restraint
Time is decay
Memories merge
Faces become echoes
Sound flows in waves
Visions fold
.
I lay without purpose
See without eyes
Breathe with no motion
Stand at the foot
The shell of my tomb
Viewing above
Sight of abode
Energy is light
Water is life
Mass is restraint
Time is decay
Memories merge
Faces become echoes
Sound flows in waves
Visions fold
.
67 Minutes
It’s claimed that the longest time a person has spent alone in an anechoic chamber is 67 minutes.
I think this is child’s play time, with the chaos of the world today.
You would have a hard time getting me out of one, the only way I would leave an anechoic chamber would be to use the loo
It’s claimed that the longest time a person has spent alone in an anechoic chamber is 67 minutes.
I think this is child’s play time, with the chaos of the world today.
You would have a hard time getting me out of one, the only way I would leave an anechoic chamber would be to use the loo
November 30, 2025 at 8:51 PM
67 Minutes
It’s claimed that the longest time a person has spent alone in an anechoic chamber is 67 minutes.
I think this is child’s play time, with the chaos of the world today.
You would have a hard time getting me out of one, the only way I would leave an anechoic chamber would be to use the loo
It’s claimed that the longest time a person has spent alone in an anechoic chamber is 67 minutes.
I think this is child’s play time, with the chaos of the world today.
You would have a hard time getting me out of one, the only way I would leave an anechoic chamber would be to use the loo
Slaughtered reality
Butchered society
Patronising politicians
Raging patrons
Soulless musicians
Pointless movies
Shallow entertainers
Raging patrons
Controlled consumption
Advertised opinions
Marketed thoughts
Raging patrons
Grab the sanity bottle
Chaos on the menu
Taste the hate
Raging patrons
Butchered society
Patronising politicians
Raging patrons
Soulless musicians
Pointless movies
Shallow entertainers
Raging patrons
Controlled consumption
Advertised opinions
Marketed thoughts
Raging patrons
Grab the sanity bottle
Chaos on the menu
Taste the hate
Raging patrons
November 30, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Slaughtered reality
Butchered society
Patronising politicians
Raging patrons
Soulless musicians
Pointless movies
Shallow entertainers
Raging patrons
Controlled consumption
Advertised opinions
Marketed thoughts
Raging patrons
Grab the sanity bottle
Chaos on the menu
Taste the hate
Raging patrons
Butchered society
Patronising politicians
Raging patrons
Soulless musicians
Pointless movies
Shallow entertainers
Raging patrons
Controlled consumption
Advertised opinions
Marketed thoughts
Raging patrons
Grab the sanity bottle
Chaos on the menu
Taste the hate
Raging patrons
Clouds of hate
Fog of anger
Rain of pain
Puddles of despair
Cold air bites the soul
Memories torment the mind
Scars that never heal leave breadcrumbs of shattered lives
Legs are stiff and feet feel heavy
The walk gets shorter by the day
Demon weighs heavy on my shoulders
Death stalks the shadow
Fog of anger
Rain of pain
Puddles of despair
Cold air bites the soul
Memories torment the mind
Scars that never heal leave breadcrumbs of shattered lives
Legs are stiff and feet feel heavy
The walk gets shorter by the day
Demon weighs heavy on my shoulders
Death stalks the shadow
November 28, 2025 at 1:50 PM
Clouds of hate
Fog of anger
Rain of pain
Puddles of despair
Cold air bites the soul
Memories torment the mind
Scars that never heal leave breadcrumbs of shattered lives
Legs are stiff and feet feel heavy
The walk gets shorter by the day
Demon weighs heavy on my shoulders
Death stalks the shadow
Fog of anger
Rain of pain
Puddles of despair
Cold air bites the soul
Memories torment the mind
Scars that never heal leave breadcrumbs of shattered lives
Legs are stiff and feet feel heavy
The walk gets shorter by the day
Demon weighs heavy on my shoulders
Death stalks the shadow
I’m out of sync
Tumbling out of control
Thoughts overlapping
Anxiety’s forming cues
Demons collate in groups
Whispers become shouting
Tingling vigorously shakes the body
Darkness invades the mind
Coldness bites the soul
Uncontrollably unbalanced
Insanity stalks
Chaos provokes
Psychotically within
Tumbling out of control
Thoughts overlapping
Anxiety’s forming cues
Demons collate in groups
Whispers become shouting
Tingling vigorously shakes the body
Darkness invades the mind
Coldness bites the soul
Uncontrollably unbalanced
Insanity stalks
Chaos provokes
Psychotically within
November 25, 2025 at 10:12 AM
I’m out of sync
Tumbling out of control
Thoughts overlapping
Anxiety’s forming cues
Demons collate in groups
Whispers become shouting
Tingling vigorously shakes the body
Darkness invades the mind
Coldness bites the soul
Uncontrollably unbalanced
Insanity stalks
Chaos provokes
Psychotically within
Tumbling out of control
Thoughts overlapping
Anxiety’s forming cues
Demons collate in groups
Whispers become shouting
Tingling vigorously shakes the body
Darkness invades the mind
Coldness bites the soul
Uncontrollably unbalanced
Insanity stalks
Chaos provokes
Psychotically within
Staring into the beyond on the edge of the void
Knowing what’s been
Seeing what’s coming
Hearing what’s happening
The chilling feeling of the demons presence
Deaths cold hand weighs heavy on the soul
Screams of the ignorant
Taunts from the arrogant
Pleads from the innocent
My eyes bleed with rage
Knowing what’s been
Seeing what’s coming
Hearing what’s happening
The chilling feeling of the demons presence
Deaths cold hand weighs heavy on the soul
Screams of the ignorant
Taunts from the arrogant
Pleads from the innocent
My eyes bleed with rage
November 13, 2025 at 8:34 AM
Staring into the beyond on the edge of the void
Knowing what’s been
Seeing what’s coming
Hearing what’s happening
The chilling feeling of the demons presence
Deaths cold hand weighs heavy on the soul
Screams of the ignorant
Taunts from the arrogant
Pleads from the innocent
My eyes bleed with rage
Knowing what’s been
Seeing what’s coming
Hearing what’s happening
The chilling feeling of the demons presence
Deaths cold hand weighs heavy on the soul
Screams of the ignorant
Taunts from the arrogant
Pleads from the innocent
My eyes bleed with rage
When you clip the wings of freedom Silence the voice of the streets
Handcuff the hands that bleed for you
Cripple the legs that walk for you
The bodies that remain and souls that whisper your name
Will watch you cry in shame
Will guide punisher’s chains
That fall from grace will land with a thump
Handcuff the hands that bleed for you
Cripple the legs that walk for you
The bodies that remain and souls that whisper your name
Will watch you cry in shame
Will guide punisher’s chains
That fall from grace will land with a thump
November 9, 2025 at 8:06 PM
When you clip the wings of freedom Silence the voice of the streets
Handcuff the hands that bleed for you
Cripple the legs that walk for you
The bodies that remain and souls that whisper your name
Will watch you cry in shame
Will guide punisher’s chains
That fall from grace will land with a thump
Handcuff the hands that bleed for you
Cripple the legs that walk for you
The bodies that remain and souls that whisper your name
Will watch you cry in shame
Will guide punisher’s chains
That fall from grace will land with a thump
The world is a shit show and everyone is the audience.
Jesters rule the world.
Tricksters pick your pockets.
Narrators feeds you lies.
Magicians blind your eyes.
When the encore comes.
Like puppets on strings.
The audience cries out for more.
The shit show must go on.
And don’t they just know it.
Jesters rule the world.
Tricksters pick your pockets.
Narrators feeds you lies.
Magicians blind your eyes.
When the encore comes.
Like puppets on strings.
The audience cries out for more.
The shit show must go on.
And don’t they just know it.
November 7, 2025 at 9:43 AM
The world is a shit show and everyone is the audience.
Jesters rule the world.
Tricksters pick your pockets.
Narrators feeds you lies.
Magicians blind your eyes.
When the encore comes.
Like puppets on strings.
The audience cries out for more.
The shit show must go on.
And don’t they just know it.
Jesters rule the world.
Tricksters pick your pockets.
Narrators feeds you lies.
Magicians blind your eyes.
When the encore comes.
Like puppets on strings.
The audience cries out for more.
The shit show must go on.
And don’t they just know it.
Elythian
Kaelith that lies beyond, bring forth Draeth to relics in all their forms.
Thalen with vengeance, embrace the Vireth new day is born.
Know yourself before you’re asked!
Kaelith that lies beyond, bring forth Draeth to relics in all their forms.
Thalen with vengeance, embrace the Vireth new day is born.
Know yourself before you’re asked!
November 3, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Elythian
Kaelith that lies beyond, bring forth Draeth to relics in all their forms.
Thalen with vengeance, embrace the Vireth new day is born.
Know yourself before you’re asked!
Kaelith that lies beyond, bring forth Draeth to relics in all their forms.
Thalen with vengeance, embrace the Vireth new day is born.
Know yourself before you’re asked!
Kaelith Vireth Draeth Thalen
phases of existence and return.
Emergence, Dissolution, Discord, and Expression.
Recitation of the universe’s breath
phases of existence and return.
Emergence, Dissolution, Discord, and Expression.
Recitation of the universe’s breath
November 3, 2025 at 11:20 AM
Kaelith Vireth Draeth Thalen
phases of existence and return.
Emergence, Dissolution, Discord, and Expression.
Recitation of the universe’s breath
phases of existence and return.
Emergence, Dissolution, Discord, and Expression.
Recitation of the universe’s breath
Thalen
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To project force born of intent; to strike through form and will in pursuit of assertion.
Embrace the valociousness Thalen as forthcoming to manifest the imposing force of restraint.
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To project force born of intent; to strike through form and will in pursuit of assertion.
Embrace the valociousness Thalen as forthcoming to manifest the imposing force of restraint.
November 3, 2025 at 11:08 AM
Thalen
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To project force born of intent; to strike through form and will in pursuit of assertion.
Embrace the valociousness Thalen as forthcoming to manifest the imposing force of restraint.
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To project force born of intent; to strike through form and will in pursuit of assertion.
Embrace the valociousness Thalen as forthcoming to manifest the imposing force of restraint.
Draeth
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To cross into another domain unbidden; to assert presence where harmony has not invited it.
Order of Draeth is bestowed, the imbalanced ripple of tension breaches the stillness of space, silence must fracture and dissolve the echo of chaos.
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To cross into another domain unbidden; to assert presence where harmony has not invited it.
Order of Draeth is bestowed, the imbalanced ripple of tension breaches the stillness of space, silence must fracture and dissolve the echo of chaos.
November 3, 2025 at 10:49 AM
Draeth
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To cross into another domain unbidden; to assert presence where harmony has not invited it.
Order of Draeth is bestowed, the imbalanced ripple of tension breaches the stillness of space, silence must fracture and dissolve the echo of chaos.
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To cross into another domain unbidden; to assert presence where harmony has not invited it.
Order of Draeth is bestowed, the imbalanced ripple of tension breaches the stillness of space, silence must fracture and dissolve the echo of chaos.
Kaelith
One-Word sentence
Meaning: To part the boundary between realms; to invite the threshold to awaken and reveal what lies beyond.
Beckoning to Kaelith from the unknown, invites the convergence and alignment between the outside and the entanglement with the inside.
One-Word sentence
Meaning: To part the boundary between realms; to invite the threshold to awaken and reveal what lies beyond.
Beckoning to Kaelith from the unknown, invites the convergence and alignment between the outside and the entanglement with the inside.
November 3, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Kaelith
One-Word sentence
Meaning: To part the boundary between realms; to invite the threshold to awaken and reveal what lies beyond.
Beckoning to Kaelith from the unknown, invites the convergence and alignment between the outside and the entanglement with the inside.
One-Word sentence
Meaning: To part the boundary between realms; to invite the threshold to awaken and reveal what lies beyond.
Beckoning to Kaelith from the unknown, invites the convergence and alignment between the outside and the entanglement with the inside.
Vireth
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To release all that binds form to presence; to unmake one’s echo from existence while leaving harmony intact.
I scowled upon this crumbling life and whispered Vireth and the silence that followed was absolution in solace.
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To release all that binds form to presence; to unmake one’s echo from existence while leaving harmony intact.
I scowled upon this crumbling life and whispered Vireth and the silence that followed was absolution in solace.
November 2, 2025 at 10:48 PM
Vireth
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To release all that binds form to presence; to unmake one’s echo from existence while leaving harmony intact.
I scowled upon this crumbling life and whispered Vireth and the silence that followed was absolution in solace.
One-Word Sentence
Meaning: To release all that binds form to presence; to unmake one’s echo from existence while leaving harmony intact.
I scowled upon this crumbling life and whispered Vireth and the silence that followed was absolution in solace.
When the darkness comes
Colour fades to gray
The pain settles in
Thoughts begin to decay
Unbound by reality
No restraint from insanity
Captive to morality
Time dictates causality
Echoes in the static air
Shadows on the wall
Cold snap in the breath
Silence is the sound
Patiently
Awaiting
Colour fades to gray
The pain settles in
Thoughts begin to decay
Unbound by reality
No restraint from insanity
Captive to morality
Time dictates causality
Echoes in the static air
Shadows on the wall
Cold snap in the breath
Silence is the sound
Patiently
Awaiting
October 27, 2025 at 9:21 AM
When the darkness comes
Colour fades to gray
The pain settles in
Thoughts begin to decay
Unbound by reality
No restraint from insanity
Captive to morality
Time dictates causality
Echoes in the static air
Shadows on the wall
Cold snap in the breath
Silence is the sound
Patiently
Awaiting
Colour fades to gray
The pain settles in
Thoughts begin to decay
Unbound by reality
No restraint from insanity
Captive to morality
Time dictates causality
Echoes in the static air
Shadows on the wall
Cold snap in the breath
Silence is the sound
Patiently
Awaiting
Life feels like when Asterix goes into the government building “The pace that sends you mad” to ask for Permit A 38, in the “Twelve Tasks of Asterix”
And all it will take is someone submitting one nonsensical question and everything would immediately implode into chaos.
Like we’re all on the edge.
And all it will take is someone submitting one nonsensical question and everything would immediately implode into chaos.
Like we’re all on the edge.
October 24, 2025 at 9:21 AM
Life feels like when Asterix goes into the government building “The pace that sends you mad” to ask for Permit A 38, in the “Twelve Tasks of Asterix”
And all it will take is someone submitting one nonsensical question and everything would immediately implode into chaos.
Like we’re all on the edge.
And all it will take is someone submitting one nonsensical question and everything would immediately implode into chaos.
Like we’re all on the edge.
That night of vivid dreams
The darkened room
The moving walls
The floor that felt like glue
Fighting steps
To reach a door
The wind that screams
Cold pain stings the skin
Reaching for the frosted handle
Black smoke creeps around
Dizziness sickness fatigue sets in
The whisper in the ear
Acquiesce
The darkened room
The moving walls
The floor that felt like glue
Fighting steps
To reach a door
The wind that screams
Cold pain stings the skin
Reaching for the frosted handle
Black smoke creeps around
Dizziness sickness fatigue sets in
The whisper in the ear
Acquiesce
October 24, 2025 at 8:44 AM
That night of vivid dreams
The darkened room
The moving walls
The floor that felt like glue
Fighting steps
To reach a door
The wind that screams
Cold pain stings the skin
Reaching for the frosted handle
Black smoke creeps around
Dizziness sickness fatigue sets in
The whisper in the ear
Acquiesce
The darkened room
The moving walls
The floor that felt like glue
Fighting steps
To reach a door
The wind that screams
Cold pain stings the skin
Reaching for the frosted handle
Black smoke creeps around
Dizziness sickness fatigue sets in
The whisper in the ear
Acquiesce
The air feels thick and the light feels heavy, tiredness bleeds through the skin.
Clouded thoughts fill the room with blurry memories.
Empty chairs tell forgotten stories, dusty pictures hide friends long gone.
Silence is shadow.
Patience is the game.
No prize for winning.
The time it ticks away.
Clouded thoughts fill the room with blurry memories.
Empty chairs tell forgotten stories, dusty pictures hide friends long gone.
Silence is shadow.
Patience is the game.
No prize for winning.
The time it ticks away.
October 24, 2025 at 8:12 AM
The air feels thick and the light feels heavy, tiredness bleeds through the skin.
Clouded thoughts fill the room with blurry memories.
Empty chairs tell forgotten stories, dusty pictures hide friends long gone.
Silence is shadow.
Patience is the game.
No prize for winning.
The time it ticks away.
Clouded thoughts fill the room with blurry memories.
Empty chairs tell forgotten stories, dusty pictures hide friends long gone.
Silence is shadow.
Patience is the game.
No prize for winning.
The time it ticks away.
What says the man who knows
Which place is given to that what can’t be taken
Who can hold the now if it’s all that you have
When boundaries break you can’t go back
A singular thought without control, that purity of innocent insanity
Don’t look into the void
Step inside
Discombobulate yourself
Which place is given to that what can’t be taken
Who can hold the now if it’s all that you have
When boundaries break you can’t go back
A singular thought without control, that purity of innocent insanity
Don’t look into the void
Step inside
Discombobulate yourself
October 23, 2025 at 8:57 PM
What says the man who knows
Which place is given to that what can’t be taken
Who can hold the now if it’s all that you have
When boundaries break you can’t go back
A singular thought without control, that purity of innocent insanity
Don’t look into the void
Step inside
Discombobulate yourself
Which place is given to that what can’t be taken
Who can hold the now if it’s all that you have
When boundaries break you can’t go back
A singular thought without control, that purity of innocent insanity
Don’t look into the void
Step inside
Discombobulate yourself
The shadow that follows
Ever patiently waiting
Watching it’s pray
Stalking the living
Time has no meaning
Age has no limit
Life has no value
Wealth has no power
One lapse in a thought
Wrong place at a moment
Mistaken Identity
Brainwashed with a hate
Shadows cold touch
Breathe in death’s embrace
Ever patiently waiting
Watching it’s pray
Stalking the living
Time has no meaning
Age has no limit
Life has no value
Wealth has no power
One lapse in a thought
Wrong place at a moment
Mistaken Identity
Brainwashed with a hate
Shadows cold touch
Breathe in death’s embrace
October 20, 2025 at 9:36 AM
The shadow that follows
Ever patiently waiting
Watching it’s pray
Stalking the living
Time has no meaning
Age has no limit
Life has no value
Wealth has no power
One lapse in a thought
Wrong place at a moment
Mistaken Identity
Brainwashed with a hate
Shadows cold touch
Breathe in death’s embrace
Ever patiently waiting
Watching it’s pray
Stalking the living
Time has no meaning
Age has no limit
Life has no value
Wealth has no power
One lapse in a thought
Wrong place at a moment
Mistaken Identity
Brainwashed with a hate
Shadows cold touch
Breathe in death’s embrace
Scratching that pulse of cognition
The perception fighting to push forward
A knowledge regressed for protection
Hidden memories of connections
A sporadic echoing of partial instructions
Pains pierce through neurons like needles
Time hangs in limbo like infinite nightmares of nothing
Fog gathering
The perception fighting to push forward
A knowledge regressed for protection
Hidden memories of connections
A sporadic echoing of partial instructions
Pains pierce through neurons like needles
Time hangs in limbo like infinite nightmares of nothing
Fog gathering
October 13, 2025 at 9:14 AM
Scratching that pulse of cognition
The perception fighting to push forward
A knowledge regressed for protection
Hidden memories of connections
A sporadic echoing of partial instructions
Pains pierce through neurons like needles
Time hangs in limbo like infinite nightmares of nothing
Fog gathering
The perception fighting to push forward
A knowledge regressed for protection
Hidden memories of connections
A sporadic echoing of partial instructions
Pains pierce through neurons like needles
Time hangs in limbo like infinite nightmares of nothing
Fog gathering
Storms that stir inside the mind
Thunder that rolls like thoughts of conflict
Lightening that sparks muscles that spasm in rage
Memories that flash pulse in patterns of pain
The darkness falls like a blanket of despair
Demons inaudible whispering insults deafen the ears.
Old eyes bleed tears of life
Thunder that rolls like thoughts of conflict
Lightening that sparks muscles that spasm in rage
Memories that flash pulse in patterns of pain
The darkness falls like a blanket of despair
Demons inaudible whispering insults deafen the ears.
Old eyes bleed tears of life
October 13, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Storms that stir inside the mind
Thunder that rolls like thoughts of conflict
Lightening that sparks muscles that spasm in rage
Memories that flash pulse in patterns of pain
The darkness falls like a blanket of despair
Demons inaudible whispering insults deafen the ears.
Old eyes bleed tears of life
Thunder that rolls like thoughts of conflict
Lightening that sparks muscles that spasm in rage
Memories that flash pulse in patterns of pain
The darkness falls like a blanket of despair
Demons inaudible whispering insults deafen the ears.
Old eyes bleed tears of life