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A Day in the Life of an Imaginative Misfit
I’m watching her go from fridge to cooker to cup and back again (her daily exercise). ‘Cream!’ She muffles under her bre
Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old
as memory fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae
Triggers-Diversions-Life and Algorithms
When you listen/look/hear/think/imagine about media of any kind-life and living sounds like a formula-well it is. In their mos
The democratic position: forever the sycophantic arselicker-media-press-social slickers
America a quagmire of debasement with increments of corruption-exploitation and perversion of the human mind, body, spirit
She thought how life was equally simple and difficult-why she was here was down to America-the land of the brave the free the
Boxed in this filament of excrement by insouciant eyes and caring guise of Americanism
Here she is 91 92 next month how did it ever get to this-if she lost her mind at least she wouldn’t know what was goin
Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016
Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016 The Seirenes are coming Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought. That’s
The American Mould-Nearer my God to Thee-silently praying in votive adoration-wishing-hoping for Divine Intervention and Expiration
When it came to be Nearer to God and the chips were down-others clung on vice like to the old trunk-like larva to a leaf nothi
Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License. Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK
the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit
you settle in your mind that brings are as they seem then Midas appears
it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes
they are substitutes for the eventuality of what you consider irrelevant but to them it was relevant
Bobby Dylan The Times They Are A Changin’ 1964
It has started again- the empty space Is filling up with wagging mouths licking And snipping gnawing and gnarling Suffuse thei
Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed
something doesn't whiten the coloured lense
the evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit
The evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions re
the wayfarer coiled around the sea draining it of dreams subsumed by anodyne insinuations and fuck you’s
when the sea subsumes you with its watery gift of sinking pulls you down WITH WORDS and FLOAT
it started on the edge of reason when there is in fact no reasonableness in the purity of reason: only destruction
the human is the must convoluted complexing lying charlatan to ever have graced my earthly space
life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity
watching their faces landscaped with sincerity that’s A moment It passes you are forgotten And they make
The lighthouse film everymans groping in the belly of darkest thought MESMERIC
YOUR OWN MIND IS MESMERISED WITH THE EFFECT AND AFFECT. SO EXPLOSIVE AND ABANDONED. TOTALLY LOVED IT.
tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained
tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained in this already restrained animal. the constant and consistent demand
Shortest Day of the Year Sunday Dec 22.2019
Shortest Day of the Year Sunday Dec 22.2019 Sunrise 08.39 Sunset 16.25 There it is stretched farthest Snapped back to longest
Desire Line Shortcuts with ‘Josie Long’ is the perfect metaphor to describe how we became magnetised
it's that unexplainable connection from deep in somewhere, out there, in there, up who knows it's the unexplainable which make
Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention by you
there is the inner man who wants the strange woman to fuck-he likes it so does she
KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when his baton conducts the way of life
KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when he believes his baton conducts the way of life
When the mind takes over
Some Body I don’t know I waited. Some women are not aware of me-you are not one of them-you try
When it is another day it is another story
when it's another day it's another story, you can't change it even though you think you've freedom it's already set. Don't fig
When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected
When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected I waited. Some women are not aware of me-you are not one of them-you try to ope
When you rid the silver case of Anish Kapoor
This man has something that is undefineable much like the beautiful man. The essay I wrote and found was unusually intense con
When you look at the fleshy sensuous body on the table and as you do so your eyes collide something extraordinary happens…….
Ra using the judgement spell tries to distract from the global eclipse of their souls. One living one dying…. The distre
When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension. He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.
When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension. He is a stra
When Horus enters the body you know it. Life is never the same again, fate drives this dipsomania for Horus it’s illogical. It’s exquisite. It’s magic that doesn’t make sense-what’s sense when it’s Horus-sky-sun-moon driver of the heart.
When Horus enters the body you know it. Life is never the same again, fate drives this dipsomania for Horus it's illogical. It
When it’s a struggle thinking of a pussycat whose claws are so cleverly sharp that the Skylark doesn’t stand a chance. Whose immediacy is so immediate and bursting with fervour the mind contracts into a black hole. You die here. In silent passion. Dead.
When it's a struggle thinking of a pussycat whose claws are so cleverly sharp that the Skylark doesn't stand a chance. Whose
When Inside everyone is controlled hatred if there wasn’t society wouldn’t work. When it is let out by the masked savages of Cavan:Chickens-Bullies- there’s uncontrollable hatred let lose on humanity. Don’t talk to me of save the environment. It is dead.
Inside everyone is controlled hatred if there wasn't society wouldn't work. When it is let out by the masked savages of Cavan-
When Hell is That Way?
When Hell is that way? Every way-there is no way out your in it
When the Skylark caught that caducity of being in his eyes
When the Skylark caught that caducity of being in his eyes
When Manticore bewails a mortal man’s magic
no one can explain what happens to the heart when love enters and exits unfulfilled
When his mind takes flight
When his mind takes flight
When there is no remedia amoris you look to the stars
When there is no remedia amoris you look to the stars
When he’s an intermittent time warp with the magnetism of the event horizon
When he’s an intermittent time warp with the magnetism of the event horizon
When fate looks back in fury at him
When fate looks back in fury at him
When his heart is in your gut it palpitates to ars amatoria
When his heart is in your gut it palpitates to ars amatoria
When fate interjects with chaos and energy and leaves a trail on the untrodden path:you must find it
When touching myoclonus the ocean will wash over you: breathe softly
myoclonus is a state of cusp on deeper oceanic sleep. A sense of unsettling tidal waves breaking over your body. Intoxicated b
When something magical happens sing ‘Hey Jude’ based on the improbability principle
They landed in the same circumferance surrounded by noise and commotion talk and chatter instant attraction and
When his roots grow deeper than a primative drive and art stimulates it
When fate drives this animalistic desire for him
When in that hypnagogic state my inner divine animal drives me to him
the cosmos drives a human but with the anchors and distractions set down by humans life has little meaning
When his psyche is dominated by civilisation and his prehistoric animalism is dying
his mind is not hard to read but he has being overpowered by the civilised and won't follow the depths of his soul, where love
When Any Birth Insinuates a Mythic Creation
birth of any kind is never simply a beginning but a continuum of history as was as is as will be