life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity
Life as we know it is sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity
watching their faces landscaped with sincerity that’s
It passes you are forgotten
And they make
The lighthouse film everymans groping in the belly of darkest thought MESMERIC
He stood there wrapped in helium deep
His hidden black blue eyes smiling out
inside there was ennui
you could see the way each pierced each others
eyes masking something
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 even Continue reading “Engineering the Reality Principle and Passive Suicide with lust”
Passive Suicide Engineered by the Pain Principle
With pleasure comes pain as day follows night-Monday Tuesday-full moon new moon- Sunrise sunset.
And that is the shame of passive suicide whose sunset is forever, as a mantle of Continue reading “Passive Suicide Engineered by the Pain Principle”
tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained in this already restrained animal.
the constant and consistent demands on his inner Boreas is exhausting. Boreas often pictured as the tempest in the stallion Continue reading “tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained”
bbc sounds with Josie Long DEEP TIME
splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion:he’s arrived
Passive suicide engineered by the pleasure principle BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4
BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4
The pleasure principle (if you want to know more follow the link) is a notion aka theory not practical which was executed by Freud borrowed by him from Fechner. It’s a grand theory of Continue reading “Passive suicide engineered by the pleasure principle BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4”
Violent liar kills your inner self treating you like a dog:the dog was lucky
he listens to squeals of my dog dying in his mother’s house by hanging
the signs= he cries-threats-manipulates-jealous-obsessive-
What can an image convey, can it convey anything to the blank mind. That mind that always looks for reasons, and why, and can you change, and how, and what does that mean, mean, mean, meaning. That always need the succour. Decant their minds of effluent and trash tv and influencers and yellow journalism and mighty marketears whose soul purpose is entropy of the spirit.
the mouth renders itself slushy shiney opaque immersive -you stare into this wet soft red purple moving orb-magnetic spirals move over the inertia of the real inducing the vagus nerves to jump – you are sucked into the dark vastness of trasnslucenst words and incomprehensible utterances which struggle for air- they hang there-you cling on-you drown in his gurgling throat-blue sanguine and sultry pools surround the event horizon in his sockets-coming toward you he vanishes- he enters your body. You dont’t remember. Holding him in there like a Gordian knot-waiting for relaease-waiting for his Zeusian thunderbolt-
Owhen all I want is you