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
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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 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
When he is Elusive and Creative She Seeks For Nothing Only the Meaning of HIm
seeking meaning is when you can't understand it as it is. The need to always want to tmake sense -let it be
When He Infects You With His Hot Bacteria
Humans are so contaminated one touch and that's it One breath has you on your knees one kiss and you're never t
When You Can Spot a Stallion a Mile Away
eyes wrestled that was it. the never end. of the beginning.
When he, the Distinctly Beautiful Man- the Half Mourner Knows His Fate:Behind the Blameless Trees-Rilke
Behind the Blameless Trees old fate slowly builds her mute countenance. Wrinkles grow there . . . What a bird shrieks here spr
The Woman Who Loves by Rainer Maria Rilke Poet and his passion for Salomè
Click to see Rilke and his love poetry
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When it’s Always Two-way
when the inexplicable happens it is fate emerging from us it can't be controlled
When I’m Scared of the Fear you Project-What is it About Us
When something arises beyond the knowledge that already exists an immolation begins inside of us. He is the match and I am the
When the Magic Shines From Your Eyes
When he Found the Outlet For His Fiery Darkness
beating to the rhythm always contained within. When our particles become entangled and I absorbed him and he me. Electric plea
When White Isn’t Strong Enough to Resist the Invasion
When Disintegration Starts The Only Way is Consummation
When He’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory
<When he’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory I am in the forest lost surrounded by intent and a type of tru
When Dionysus Came and Intoxicated us Together in Madness Fervour
<When Dionysus Came and Intoxicated us Together in Ecstacy
When He is the Essential Solace in Solitude
when Solace is the place where you can see clearly the deeper masking of the person he wants to become
When you Carry the Weight of His Shadow Inside
When you carry the weight of his shadow inside
When he Can’t Help his Inner Daemon Screaming
When There’s a Craziness in the Ether and We’re Quantum Entangled by it
When There’s a Craziness in the Ether and We’re Quantum Entangled
When he is Absolutely Not a Fools Mate; Does it in 5moves
When his Opening Move is Not a Fools Mate.
When Ignoring the Fates is Derisory
When Ignoring the Fates is at your Peril. https://fairuse.stanford.edu/overview/fair-use/four-factors/ background image the cr
When They Watch Your Sleeping Dreams in Half Moon Hell
When They Watch Your Sleeping Dreams in a Place Called Angst
When he Came from Luna- He Set Oxytocin Free
When he Came from Luna- He Set Oxytocin Free.
When he Fucked my Mind
when he fucked my mind
When he Thinks What is Isn’t Time: Locked into EachOther
seven hundred and over forty days of wandermeant and wonder at his deliciousness.
When ‘Lover at First Sight’ is Not a Myth:Time is Finite; Made for EachOther
When lovers are meant for each other it goes beyond physicality and deep into a black hole of wandermeant
When He Has to Think About Sex. Call Rodin!
when he has to think about sex call Rodin! sex sends voltaic shivers down the spine of even the most ardent hot igneous man bu
Jesus Christ-Come On!
look up down behind around there is no answer and Jesus Christ thank God for that
Meeting Death
we were victims of the knife cutting into me.He took my arm, cut it and I don't know how it happened but we were destiny. She
I Did Not Have Sex With That Omen..come on..
It's how you take it that gives you pleasure be free
Beware of What is Behind the Unopened Door
HTML beware of what is behind the unopened door
Alea Iacta Est
alea Iacta Est the die is cast
RAVEN-Ous NEVERMORE
wild raven I'm losing my mind over thee pecking my quivering💓 now flowen off
ECSTASY EXECUTIONER 1 Edgar Allan Poe Poet rip oct7-1849
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ECSTASY EXECUTIONER 2
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ECSTASY EXECUTIONER 3
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Ecstasy Executioner 13
IT ALL HINGES ON THE DARK WHERE NO ONE COULD SAVE ME ONLY HIM. I NEVER DREAMED I'D MEET SOMEONE LIKE HIM
It’s time to pray
it's when you see it and it dissolves right in front of you you know it's alchemical.
Cumulonimbus Waiting for Vesuvius’ Eruption
Dionysus was a man of wine, fun, wildness and not to be played with. He rewarded those who helped him with vines and wine. He
The muse knows his flesh and bones
https://youtu.be/RIZdjT1472Y we are human afraid, dark and coruscating all at once
HE HAS MADE THE EARTH SPIN RETROGRADE
which is right which is left he has created an internal coriolis effect.
Cultural Cannibalisation @Last
Cultural Cannibalisation @Last
he knows how to two
his spirit is tantalising close wrapped in a knot of steel
HE KNOWS HOW TO three
he's a deep throat specialist
he knows ok
when pure energy walks in it's time to get on your knees and prey
muse,myth,man,uncoiled
sweet Jesus what in fathomless forms is the conjunction of these two stars,
What would Lucretius say- pacify your lover into homotopy
Lucretius says-Happy is he who has discovered the causes of things and has cast beneath his feet all fears,unavoidable fate, a
women the fairer sex? caring kind killers, role with it
pharma beneficiaries cloud the spatiotemporal coordinnates
how this dream exposed itself unknowingly with the golden fleece
The willpower paradox is the idea that people may do things better by focusing less directly on doing them, implying that the
pulled into his underworld
you never can tell what the fates have in store
the slice of life cut on the crust-he’s hot toast
you can' tell from the unexpected what to expect- feel the burn
contemplate the noise that suffuses us-run for your life
delicate strength whips up a frenzy
Paroxysmal longitude extends beyond
His other aspect
the Canadian knows how to cripple affects
Jordan Peterson: Cries Over Question Cutting To The Bone
Tempus temporal
Tender is the Cumulus
Rows of houses, all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things into position All these things
Everything in its right place
Everything in Its Right Place Radiohead Kid A, kid A Kid A, kid A Everything Everything Everything Everything In its right pla
The House of the Rising Sun Night is Done
inside you with all consuming knowledge
Ode To Billie Joe Bobby Gentry him n me
wait here that sound
The Killing Moon- Echo and the Bunnymen-you’re inside-
in the cosmos hold on he's coming
Somebody That I Used To Know-Gotye
into the catacombs of the mind
caterpillar martyr for the cause:art of life
you can't fight it
I do not exist
we do not exist I know it.
Slappers
what is this name! your mother sister daughter shame
Fluididty
SKYLLA (Scylla) was a sea-monster who haunted the rocks of a narrow strait opposite the whirlpool of Kharybdis (Charybdis). S
Maybe it’s Sophocles
Maybe it’s Sophocles THE ELAPHOS KERYNITIS (or Cerynitian Hind) was a golden-horned deer sacred to the goddess Artemis.
temporal paradox baiser
kissed to death by the heart of man anchored in space.
anterior disintegrates
PORPHYRION was the King of the Gigantes who was struck down by Herakles and Zeus with arrows and lighning bolt when he attempt
corpus morphology
evolute puerim
God in natura
Pontos and Gaia (Gaea, the Earth) were parents of the ancient deities known as the Old Men of the Sea. By Thalassa, his water
deus sive natura Róisín
Ouranos and Gaia had twelve sons and six daughters. He locked the eldest of these–the giant Kyklopes (Cyclopes) and Heka
moore’s paradox
Believe that P often Not always Asserts P Alternatively Contradiction The first Step To absurdity Don’t Assert Enough Or Too
benardette’s paradox
The Mind is Running Ahead but barriers Block its Path Thinking Overcomplicates thought Logic Rationality Are forces Beyond Com
Mans best friend rip
sunset
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sunset2
sunset3
sunset4
sunset5
Lek Paradox
too full to fill it up with all that you have heaven and earth is the key to unity
Hardy’s Paradox
keep looking in till you turn a scarlet burned puce on white flesh
Hedgehog Dilemma
keep it low and keep it slow you never know how it's going to go honey
St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 3
hold tight the thread can cut don't let go you'll be swept up in rapture
St Peter’s paradox and the Golden Thread 2
hold tight the thread can cut don't let go you'll be swept up in rapture
St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 1
hold tight the thread can cut don't let go you'll be swept up in rapture
St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 0
intervention
Protected: reverberations of him as he runs through my blood
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Anti-Climax fucked up man
This world is a two faced lowercase
Róisín Amen
Róisín Amen Un hommage à elle
Arterial Lumen
arterial lumen
Ineluctable:PK Beautiful- Sensual-Hunter- Intoxicating-Pussycat-‘Sexual Man of War’- Norse, Greek, Roman, Lithuanian Fates
You think you can do-need-have everything:you can't- you can imagine though. Norse, Greek, Roman, Lithuanian Fates