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? The journey to the Dr’s was an intense overriding of bodily
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 scalpel scratching the
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.
MUSE SO GOOD AT PLAYING GAMES IN THE DAY AND NIGHT
the muse is a paraph doing a trigmotropic dance with my heart
How the Muse buds 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
pharma beneficiaries cloud the spatiotemporal coordinnates