Fates

Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016

Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016 The Seirenes are coming Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought. That’s

Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11

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the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

you settle in your mind that brings are as they seem then Midas appears

In a world of things and internet of things;the wanting-the desirous eyes-the fleshy temptation-the sensuous conceit:are fleeting heartbeats and lifelong aches

it incalculable the lengths that humans will go to hatred. love is an empty and hollow emotion so much so little so pathetic

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

they are substitutes for the eventuality of what you consider irrelevant but to them it was relevant

deep intense lover savaged by the mocking inane and orgulous society who rips (rip) your heart out and gnaws it

asking unwittingly but the depth of hatred evolves into a smirky smile of distaste: you can see it in their eyes- smell it o

the evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit

The evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions re

the wayfarer coiled around the sea draining it of dreams subsumed by anodyne insinuations and fuck you’s

when the sea subsumes you with its watery gift of sinking pulls you down WITH WORDS and FLOAT

it started on the edge of reason when there is in fact no reasonableness in the purity of reason: only destruction

the human is the must convoluted complexing lying charlatan to ever have graced my earthly space

I drank you from a cup of coffee today

I drank you from a cup of coffee today There were your foamed initials resting incomprehensibly on the hot fluid. It felt awkw

A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh-Solitude-Isolation-Memories as then is today:with more comes more

a poem that invokes times past of how good the celebration was of hearts that were tired and broken, where sowing the seeds of

tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained

tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained in this already restrained animal. the constant and consistent demand

splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion: he’s arrived-DEEP TIME BBC4 short cuts Josie Long

what a man he's too beautiful for me just the feel of him would have me subsumed and enveloped by fire

Untethered lust meets up with erotic sensory pleasure: HIMnHER

Eros God of Lust and erotic pleasure was not divined erotic God for no reason, everything sensory was his to play with.

Unquenchable pleasure:why-how-id-FROM THE HEART JOSIE LONG BBC4

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0007wvz   JOSIE LONG Unquenchable pleasure:why-how-id  

Desire Line Shortcuts with ‘Josie Long’ is the perfect metaphor to describe how we became magnetised

it's that unexplainable connection from deep in somewhere, out there, in there, up who knows it's the unexplainable which make

Slowly suffocated the asphyxiation surrenders the heart unknowingly to hell-BBC 4 sounds Dante and his inferno

When we are slowly suffocated the asphyxiation surrenders the heart unknowingly to hell-BBC 4 sounds Dante and his inferno

Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention by you

there is the inner man who wants the strange woman to fuck-he likes it so does she

KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when his baton conducts the way of life

KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when he believes his baton conducts the way of life

Death cuts you up and you can’t explain fucking why. Is it the way it came from nowhere, somewhere out there. The silence that’s not visible until you feel it then it wraps all in a visceral explosion of grief.

when death cuts you up-lying there waiting for God

In Juxtaposition We are Raised Beyond the Insatiable

     

When it is another day it’s another story

when it's another day it's another story, you can't change it even though you think you've freedom it's already set. Don't fig

When it is another day it is another story

when it's another day it's another story, you can't change it even though you think you've freedom it's already set. Don't fig

Protected: When saatchiart-opens up what’s open the tache-noir

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When he kissed her the sun looked down on death as it always does: Imeteta saw her soul come

When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected

When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected I waited.  Some women are not aware of me-you are not one of them-you try to ope

When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance When I opened that silver box-something happened- Hemingway Ha

When Ra was particularly incensed by this daedal earthly, beautiful, intervening sorcerer he had to delve in….

Amidst all this rhythm and concord Apophis God of Chaos reigned happily. This earthly creative human made his hypnotic stare m

When she was flummoxed by the convolution

Beauty is deeper than you can know

When Imentet was awoken by the iminent soul-she knew it was due but it was all rushed now. She hurried to her look out tree-then Ra saw him….saw the act he was going to perform……..

When death arrives it is looking for a way out not a way in. Bíonn suil le breith ach ni bhíonn suil le huaigh

When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension. He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.

When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension. He is a stra

When Horus enters the body you know it. Life is never the same again, fate drives this dipsomania for Horus it’s illogical. It’s exquisite. It’s magic that doesn’t make sense-what’s sense when it’s Horus-sky-sun-moon driver of the heart.

When Horus enters the body you know it. Life is never the same again, fate drives this dipsomania for Horus it's illogical. It

When it’s a struggle thinking of a pussycat whose claws are so cleverly sharp that the Skylark doesn’t stand a chance. Whose immediacy is so immediate and bursting with fervour the mind contracts into a black hole. You die here. In silent passion. Dead.

When it's a struggle thinking of a pussycat whose claws are so cleverly sharp that the Skylark doesn't stand a chance. Whose

When the world is in a state of chassis, where the humans don’t think they are part of nature-but nature itself-the Earth needs to be left alone-when a child runs the world with no plan

When 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. It is dead.

Inside everyone is controlled hatred if there wasn't society wouldn't work. When it is let out by the masked savages of Cavan-

When a kitten unlike a tiger poses without self consciousness

When a kitten unlike a tiger poses without self consciousness

When she feels the net closing in on her breath

How do you describe the most intensely sexually erotic non-event that ever happened to you-it is like an out of body glorifyin

When the Skylark caught that caducity of being in his eyes

When the Skylark caught that caducity of being in his eyes        

When he screwed around with fates time

When he screwed around with fates time

When fate looks back in fury at him

When fate looks back in fury at him

When his heart is in your gut it palpitates to ars amatoria

When his heart is in your gut it palpitates to ars amatoria  

When a Skylark touches the heart of a woman she falls into the shadowlands

When a Skylark feels death his brain sings an ode to joy for what was, is, will be

When touching myoclonus the ocean will wash over you: breathe softly

myoclonus is a state of cusp on deeper oceanic sleep. A sense of unsettling tidal waves breaking over your body. Intoxicated b

When his roots grow deeper than a primative drive and art stimulates it

When in that hypnagogic state my inner divine animal drives me to him

the cosmos drives a human but with the anchors and distractions set down by humans life has little meaning

When his psyche is dominated by civilisation and his prehistoric animalism is dying

his mind is not hard to read but he has being overpowered by the civilised and won't follow the depths of his soul, where love

When Any Birth Insinuates a Mythic Creation

birth of any kind is never simply a beginning but a continuum of history as was as is as will be

When He Drops His Mask…Fucking Hell

When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

Human love is four sided It is more than a double entendre, beginning, foreplay, climax, end its intensity knows no bounds the