Irish Sea Variable 2 to 4, becoming southeast 4 or 5, occasionally 6 later. The room felt cold and damp and hot at the same time. A bit of a shiver ran down his back. The night air flowed in. She lay on her back, her feet facing his chin: one leg over the side
Category: Fates
Triggers good or bad have to have aim pull fire. Those in the know-know what triggers do. They are like cues. You want to create havoc pull that trigger regularly and aim it at a section of society you know will feel it albeit aimed with the sentiment for the common aka greater good. #lifeismeaningless
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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
Succumb Time AOD 10.30 11.11.2016 The Seirenes are coming Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought. That’s what is happening : it’s curtains, get it together and take action. It made no sense dying from what? When? How? Why? The journey to the Dr’s was an intense overriding of bodily
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
you settle in your mind that brings are as they seem then Midas appears
it incalculable the lengths that humans will go to hatred. love is an empty and hollow emotion so much so little so pathetic so fake
they are substitutes for the eventuality of what you consider irrelevant but to them it was relevant
asking unwittingly but the depth of hatred evolves into a smirky smile of distaste: you can see it in their eyes- smell it off their breath-know with their orgulous intent.
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
I drank you from a cup of coffee today There were your foamed initials resting incomprehensibly on the hot fluid. It felt awkward sipping
a poem that invokes times past of how good the celebration was of hearts that were tired and broken, where sowing the seeds of love were unknown it was a job to do rearing and planting-planting and rearing and dying.
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
what a man he’s too beautiful for me just the feel of him would have me subsumed and enveloped by fire
Eros God of Lust and erotic pleasure was not divined erotic God for no reason, everything sensory was his to play with.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0007wvz JOSIE LONG Unquenchable pleasure:why-how-id
it’s that unexplainable connection from deep in somewhere, out there, in there, up who knows it’s the unexplainable which make more attractive
When we are slowly suffocated the asphyxiation surrenders the heart unknowingly to hell-BBC 4 sounds Dante and his inferno