Ownership Transfer & Disclaimer Notice

Effective 11th August 2025

As of today, full ownership and management of this website, including its domain name and all associated content, has been officially transferred to Eric Le Roy.

From this date forward, all editorial, administrative, and operational responsibilities will be managed solely by Eric Le Roy. The previous owner will have no further involvement in the operation, content creation, or direction of the site.

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Melodies Of A Misanthrope

By Eric Le Roy

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Years ago, as I was ‘coming of age’, so to speak, in the 1960s, the place I most wanted to be was Greenwich Village in New York. This was where the folk scene (in the musical sense) evolved commercially, meaning that the general public started taking notice of it. Of course, the very idea of ‘commercialism’ (abhorrent then, as now, to many who Read the rest

The Uninvited Owner Comes

By Eric Le Roy

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Here in Varna, Bulgaria, the city planners seem to have lost their minds…unless they have something up their sleeves that I don’t know about. Very possible, that. Fun fact: Bulgaria is losing population faster than any other country in Europe, and a 23% drop in population is predicted by 2050.

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It’s for the usual reasons: declining birth rates that cannot keep up with … Read the rest

The Diddler In Disguise

By Eric Le Roy

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There comes a certain point when, having fought the good fight and, further resistance being futile, one walks willingly to the stake and allows oneself to be fettered and set afire. This is the moment of total capitulation and surrender, whether it be to the ecstatic bottomless pit of the orgasm or asphyxiation by the zombies and mummies of death.

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It’s … Read the rest

The Arrow And The Circle

By Eric Le Roy

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I have seen my life move like an arrow from one point to the next, its tail feathers fluttering like lost breath, a jet stream of spit. It’s hard to believe I was once a baby. Harder still to comprehend this mysterious, though inevitable, failure of the physical instruments of life that have propelled me this far. I rose, I arched, I flattened, I … Read the rest