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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 remit

 

 

he licked her body knowing there was no way

back to see how she would feel it

he knew by the heat and

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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

In a world of things and wanting the desirous eyes

the fleshy temptation the sensuous conceit are

fleeting

but bear such strength that the human

has to rise to a better view

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

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

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it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

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

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

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

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

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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

awkward sipping

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

A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh Solitude Isolation memories as then is today with more comes more

One side of the potato-pits was white with frost –patrick kavanagh
How wonderful that was, how wonderful!
And when we put our ears to the paling-post
The music that came out was magical. Continue reading A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh-Solitude-Isolation-Memories as then is today:with more comes more

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tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained

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 demands on his inner Boreas is exhausting. Boreas Continue reading tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained

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

splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion

bbc sounds with Josie Long DEEP TIME

the unfathomable amazement of him moving like a projectile

splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion:he’s arrived

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Untethered lust meets up with erotic sensory pleasure: HIMnHER

LUST THE UNGOVERNABLE

Untethered lust meets up with erotic sensory pleasure: HIMnHER unfathomable Eros to my Aphrodite

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

what lies beneath the soul

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0007wvz

 

JOSIE LONG

Unquenchable pleasure:why-how-id

 

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

When the Sentinel Waits for Heraclitus

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0005f10

what lies beneath the strange pleasure of unquenchable

thirst-what is this endless desire line with no turn

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

what lies at the very pit of hell

I awoke to the sound of lights flickering

Like the tache-noir peeled back

To begin humans and maladaptive

Ones staring

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

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Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention by you

When raw material is sculpted to divine intervention

Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention: Prostitution shaped

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3csvsfs the poetry of hell

gentlemans-club-a-world-thats-rarely-seen

we do it-mold it-we watch it

how does he sculpt life and then want it

self oppressive escapism is unfolded

we want to escape-we can’t- we can’t if only

the scalpel cuts into the mind deep: the self

is exposed the wound open

he kisses like an archer aiming deep within

nothing about him is done slowly

passion

woman

man

 

 

 

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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

It must be a nullifying experience to have life’s bastion in your hands.

Cutting, digging, exploring, deciding, analysing, heating, climaxing Continue reading KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when his baton conducts the way of life

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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.

Death cuts you up and you can’t explain fucking Continue reading 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.

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In Juxtaposition We are Raised Beyond the Insatiable

 

 

 

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When it is another day it’s another story

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When it is another day it is another story

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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

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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 open me-express 

me-use me, you feel me more than your physical self. Continue reading When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected

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

is it 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 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

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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 more powerful.

But to Ra who every night tried to sail to the underworld for rebirth and renewal, got caught out-not by Apophis but the earthly sorcerer who wanted her for himself.

This human was created from his sweat and tears and this byzantine situation created more nefarious worldly archetypes than anticipated. 

 

The beautiful sorcerer will feel Sekhmet’s breath kiss his face, her breath the wind created the desert, she is the daughter daughter of Ra.

Ra sent his eye to her to solve this type of human involvement in underworldly rebirths.

She is the  fiercest of hunters and Goddess of healing. Her breath will blow around him and  as a fierce hunter, she wears the head of a lion, patience and stealth is her game. 

She is: before whom evil trembles-mistress of dread-lady of slaughter and she who mauls.

 

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When she was flummoxed by the convolution

Of beauty. Scalpels. Desire. Fates. God’s. Goddesses.

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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……..

he’s seen it thousands of times before, it defies the natural order of life and death.

It deprives the soul gatherers their right to  nourish and feed the dead on their way.

There’s never a way out once the man with the smiling and focused face-his bag of tools-his fleet of foot enters Euclids equation- you can’t stop him said Ra to Imentet.

Distract her, distract him make him stop-make……..him stop I don’t want that soul lost in the netherlands of damnation.

Then it happened…………he looked at her……….

 

 

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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.

Imentet

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.
Image result for imentetImentet watched and waited………………….

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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.

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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.

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.

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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

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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-Chickens-Bullies- there’s uncontrollable hatred let lose on humanity.

Don’t talk to me of save the environment. It is dead.

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When a kitten unlike a tiger poses without self consciousness

When a kitten unlike a tiger poses without self consciousness

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When she feels the net closing in on her breath

When she's caught in the net her breath hesitates

When she feels the net closing in on her breath