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Wipeout with shades of the blues
the world is being turned inside out for a distracted and demented few absolutists.
reasoning is bespoke and not a matter of evenness
your eyes are not your own your mind is imperceptable to you
sealed-closed-hidden thought-implies death to conatus
slink off now and SHUT UP
Triggers good or bad have to have aim pull fire.
Those in the know-know what triggers do.
They are like cues.
You want to create havoc pull that trigger regularly and aim it at a section of society you know will feel it albeit aimed with the sentiment for the common aka greater good.
Possibly , maybe, probable, probably, generally, it seems. there’s a chance. it could, it should, language of indecision, as far as I can tell, I believe, I imagine, hope, can’t guarantee, sometimes unintended consequences, no definitive answer, according to, assuming it, presuming that, hopefully, and iffiness make life a nebulous tightrope of imbalance, uncertainty and its up to yourself but if you look at the stats!
The unanswered question-a plain english question involving a yes no answer is non-existent. If a gun was put to ones head would yes-no be possible then? Possibly!
A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled.
‘Just ready’ he said
Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.
She could see in his black eyes a regularity of forbidden entry.
A blue smile formed on his lips as his tongue peaked like a clitoris out at the side.
‘You like this lady’
Catapulted back to a time when this was forbidden, she thought of her life where pleasure was non- existent where even the thought was a sin.
Rory the first was tall and lugubrious with shadows in his eyes and want in his mind. She was reflected in him as a towel of sensuousness sheathed her. Her body immersed in his organs folded by his skin wrapped up in turgid tenderness.
He was using her she knew-being useful made her forgiving and giving.
‘Ok’ blackman interjected her thoughts and said to indifference ‘pass me the towels’
‘You ok on your own to lift her out’
‘Of course, what’s there to lift only a bag of bones’
Indifference laughed at his sarcastic shallowness.
He brushed off the languid lips again and played using the back of his hand over them an oceanic symphony.
She wanted to explode and rise up-her body confused felt hot-her head fell back-it was too much-her heart beating hard-breathless he covered her mouth with a sponge-she came.
This is death she thought-
I want to die now
She knew death temporarily waking up after her hip operation-a knee operation-a broken pelvis-she was knocked unconscious at least 5 times.
She also knew she was booked for a 2nd hip op in June.
She had been in oblivion a place no one knows but being there is silence. It is not categorisible it is beyond comprehension and human knowing-somewhere but where is where-a black hole a subsumption of all the external and informational-it is unknown.
These temporary timeouts are to the wander lustre a place beyond all cognition and recognition.
When she would become conscious after these time lapses her surroundings were frightening-the air-the lights-the colours-the people-the world.
There was an inner cry for release, but it was always imprisonment. Shackled to the earth’s time bomb.
Why do people fear death it can’t be bad or good it is silence. Endless. Over. Timeless.
It is the living who cannot face the death of another. This right to be forever. The expectancy of the living to control life in a never ending prevention-delay-deny-hinder-obstruct an others excursion to uncharted fateful destinies.
And it certainly cannot be worse than this hell hole she thought.
14 long years here-what exactly was her purpose did she need 1 no-did she have 1 no-pulled and pushed-force fed-depressed-oppressed-suppressed-rightless-voiceless-ignored-afraid.
Hello Mercy, my friend have you come for me?
Succumb Time AOD 10.30 11.11.2016
The Seirenes are coming
Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought.
That’s what is happening : it’s curtains, get it together and take action. It made no sense dying from what? When? How? Why?
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