Norse Fates You think you can do-need-have everything:you can’t- you can imagine though. Your life is mapped out by the fates Norse, Greek, Lithuanian, Roman Their names are Urd (Old Norse Urðr, “What Once Was”), Verdandi (Old Norse Verðandi, “What Is Coming into Being”) and Skuld (Old Norse Skuld, “What Shall Be”). A common misconception
When you listen/look/hear/think/imagine about media of any kind-life and living sounds like a formula-well it is. In their most insidious way Google and its algorithms are controlling our behaviours from actions to thoughts-verbal to written-reactions to consequences and unintended outcomes. Our lives are not ours any more they actually are a formula-Googles and all Media.
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 undead. She is incarcerated in this home-the crime-getting old. The reason behind everything that is:
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
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 going on-being treated like a lump of meat. That’s all she is. Serving out her time to keep
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 nothing could rip them off her not even hurricane Jim. She was 91, 92 next month. Sometimes you would wonder what do grown elderly adults of elder parents want. You’re
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License. Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @ 11.11 Ambulance doors open. She’s arrived. Somewhere. Expectancy heightens the ‘imminent’. With no dissent she is lowered down from the ambulance put on a stretcher and wheeled down a corridor. ‘You’re ok’ said the ambulance
It has started again- the empty space Is filling up with wagging mouths licking And snipping gnawing and gnarling Suffuse their empty and pitiless lives Suffocate them with saliva drenched Detritus Opinions regurgitated vomited with vileness Stench classless ceaseless The cream has sank We’re drowning in ourselves
The evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit he licked her body knowing there was no way back to see how she would feel it he knew by the heat and
when the sea subsumes you with its watery gift of sinking pulls you down WITH WORDS and FLOAT
the human is the must convoluted complexing lying charlatan to ever have graced my earthly space
watching their faces landscaped with sincerity that’s A moment It passes you are forgotten And they make
YOUR OWN MIND IS MESMERISED WITH THE EFFECT AND AFFECT. SO EXPLOSIVE AND ABANDONED. TOTALLY LOVED IT.
Engineering the Reality Principle and Passive Suicide with LUST What is reality? Even though we all share the environment-the space-the earth-not one of us in the cosmos shares the same reality. We may think we do but we don’t. It could be construed as the ship sinks we all go down but do we-do we