When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
When I opened that silver box-something happened-
Hemingway Happened-Durcan Happened-Kenneally Happened-Heaney Happened-Plath Happened-Duffy Happened-Peter Happened-Andrew Happened-Huxley Happened-Styron Happpened-Spinoza Happened………on and on Larkin o fuck all this fuck this shoddy deliverance from untold celery seeds sprouting on the cold steel scalpal scratching the wound. And the blood flows-drip feeding the shoes as he walks-Continue reading When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
Dive Into the Beautiful Skinwalker With the Coyote
Embodiment with Abandonment
Beautiuful Skinwalker Within the Coyote
I did not have sex with that woman
well? More your style?
we were victims of the knife cutting me then he went into me. He took my arm, cut it and I don’t know how it happened we were destiny. She said he said they can’t speak shut up what a fuck up.
Everything matters. Like a hose kinking it’s when the water stops that you notice. You become irritated and disgruntled looking back to see the problem plain as day staring at you. Such is life.
As you unfold it you can feel the pulsating pressure build up within the dark tunnel, fluid then suddenly charges through your hands throbbing, searching and seeking an exit.
The fluid gushes out and nothing can stop it. Until the next kink which is usually once you’ve relaxed and it happens again.
It feels good but it’s a dream. A tension filled wet dream from dark matter. So dark in fact that event this massless particle is non-existent. He pushed and probed gasping with deep breath and tiny inhalations of frustration. The intensity is only surmounted by the audience who look on at the master: they are fully focused and dry lipped.
Like the holder of the gushing hose which feeds off the yearning buds hankering for a wetting, he too becomes ejaculatory with the unkinking and gushing flow. But that happens later and there is no outlet. Fuck it.
How did it come to this?
It was a dance and when you do the thigmotropic and transmundane dance in broad daylight your exposed and she’s confused and the world spins faster, the hose kinks tighter, the flow builds up and suppressing it only creates unintended phantasies which have to see the light of night.
She saw this concomitance when their eyes glazed each other. It was instantaneous. Immediate. A hairs breadth – he was oscillating in the tunnel and didn’t see.
It’s useful to see how stars form in order to understand the root of this “paradox”. The simple and most basic view of star formation involves a cloud of gas and dust collapsing under its own gravity. This happens as its mass reaches the Jean’s mass, at which point gravity overcomes the expansion of the cloud due to its thermal energy (basically its kinetic energy). Dense areas of the cloud begin to form protostars as matter in the cloud comes together, and these eventually turn into stars.
Either the stars formed somewhere else more distant and then moved near the black hole, or there is a slightly modified process for the formation of these stars that would work near the black hole. These seemingly unlikely processes proposed to explain the presence of the large number of young stars have together been grouped under the name “The Paradox of Youth”.
Better to believe
that no meditation yoga or chant
will eviscerate, excoriate the pain within
Accept look out give in to your part in it
Don’t hide under the dominant fleece blanket
Cut the grass of your mind
The object the prize MONEY will crucify
Better to believe
that no meditation yoga or chant
will eviscerate, excoriate the pain within
Accept look out give in to your part in it
Don’t hide under the dominant fleece blanket
Cut the grass of your mind
The object the prize MONEY will crucify
