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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

Continue reading I drank you from a cup of coffee today

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

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

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When it’s Always Two-way

But in these weeks of the awakening Spring

Something within me has been freed-something

That in the past dark years unconscious lay,

Which rises now within me and commands
And gives my poor warm life into your hands

Who know not what I was that Yesterday

R M Rilke

The woman who loves by Rilke
The woman who loves by Rilke
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When I’m Scared of the Fear you Project-What is it About Us

When the Silent Images of him are as Sequential as 11-16-5
When I'm Scared
When I’m Scared

When something arises beyond the knowledge that already exists an immolation begins inside of us. He is the match and I am the flame the unfettered light. Watching him in his anxiety of supposition and solitude.

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When the Magic Shines From Your Eyes

Sexting: exploits for the darkest space of the mind
When the Magic Shines From Your Eyes
When the Magic Shines From Your Eyes
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It’s time to pray

it's time to pray

It's time to pray

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Cumulonimbus Waiting for Vesuvius’ Eruption

Cumulonimbus waiting for Vesuvius’ eruption Cumulonimbus waiting for Vesuvius' eruption

Cumulonimbus waiting for

Vesuvius’ eruption

Cumulonimbus waiting for Vesuvius' eruption

Cumulonimbus is a cloud of voluptuous exciting brightness and powerful up currents, soft fluffy and desirous but containing dark thunder storms and shafts of torrential rain, lightning and tornadoes.

Like Dionysus whose troop of devotees followed him around for his wild and beautiful nature, it was for this Cumulonimbus waited, this wildness and frenzy like passion for pleasure and festivity of Dionysus which went voraciously unabated.

When they would erupt together the sky would be crazed with light and darkness.

When Dionysus created heat with his pine cone staff this would start the right conditions for Cumulonimbus to prepare for precipitous pleasure.

First there was the development and supercell desire followed by the mature stage then full dissipation for which Dionysus waited eagerly.

This unity brings with it turbulence so dynamic that Vesuvius erupts and spews angry bursts of molten flame into cumulonimbus where Dionysus charges onwards into the depths of Thebes clinging to Cumulonimbus screaming in congestive torrents of nascent Perseids.

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The muse knows his flesh and bones

The muse knows his flesh and bones

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he knows ok

muse the sexual connection

drps

He Knows Ok

Darkness in the valley

His hands push and pull

knowing each

sweet spot

experience

has taught

him to search and watch the glisten glow

Undulations rise and fall

as he blows gently

The opening

POTHOS (Pothus) was the god of sexual longing, yearning and desire. He was one of the winged love-gods known as Erotes.

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how this dream exposed itself unknowingly with the golden fleece

how can this dream expose itself so clearly

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 direct exertion of volition may not always be the most powerful way to accomplish a goal.

The dream in itself does nothing. It’s the causation that transcends it and carries you on to fulfillment beyond your wildest dreams.

Dreams have a wildness to them only because they are uncontrollable- it is the receiver that tries to exert knowledge and meaning onto them, leave them alone and they will expose themselves unknowingly to you.

There is no meaning only man’s and that is made up.

Dreams are yours and yours alone.

Seek too hard and you will find nothing.

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the slice of life cut on the crust-he’s hot toast

it beats a drop on your back

it beats a drop on your back

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the unexpected ending at the end of breath- agonal

the unexpected ending at the end of breath

the unexpected ending at the end of breath-agonal

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delicate strength whips up a frenzy

delicate strength whips up a frenzy

delicate strength whips up a frenzy

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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 we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE

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Everything in its right place

  • Everything in Its Right Place
    Kid A, kid A
    Kid A, kid A
    Everything
    Everything
    Everything
    Everything
    In its right place
    In its right place
    In its right place
    In its right place
    Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon
    Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon
    Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon
    Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon
    Everything
    Everything
    Everything
    In its right place
    In its right place
    In its right place
    Right place
    There are two colors in my head
    There are two colors in my head
    What is that you tried to say
    What is was you tried to say
    Tried to say
    Tried to say
    Tried to say
    Tried to say
    Everything
    Everything
    Everything
    Songwriters: Colin Charles Greenwood / Edward John O’brien / Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood / Philip James Selway / Thomas Edward Yorke
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Fluididty

girl

girl

SKYLLA (Scylla) was a sea-monster who haunted the rocks of a narrow strait opposite the whirlpool of Kharybdis (Charybdis). Ships who sailed too close to her rocks would lose six men to her ravenous, darting heads.

Homer describes Skylla as a creature with twelve dangling feet, six long necks and grisly heads lined with a triple row of sharp teeth. Her voice was likened to the yelping of dogs. This description of Skylla is probably derived from the imagery of words associated with her name–namely, “hermit-crab” (Greek skyllaros), “dog” and “dog-shark” (skylax), and “to rend” (skyllô). In classical art she was depicted as a fish-tailed sea-goddess with a cluster of canine fore-parts surrounding her waist.

According to late classical writers she was once a beautiful nymph loved by the sea-god Glaukos (Glaucus), but her jealous rival, the witch Kirke (Circe), employed magic to transform her into a monster. Older poets, however, envisaged Skylla as simply a monster born into a monstrous family.

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Blue fluid

siobhan dempsey artist

THE MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres: Kalliope (Calliope), epic poetry; Kleio (Clio), history; Ourania (Urania), astronomy; Thaleia (Thalia), comedy; Melpomene, tragedy; Polymnia (Polyhymnia), religious hymns; Erato, erotic poetry; Euterpe, lyric poetry; and Terpsikhore (Terpsichore), choral song and dance.

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temporal paradox baiser

 

if it

happened and

now is

past can

we predict

the

future

based

on

an event

that

has not

yet

happened

but what

unlocks

our mind

to

what

will be

oh

paradox

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anterior disintegrates

anterior disintegrates

porphyrion

PORPHYRION was the King of the Gigantes who was struck down by Herakles and Zeus with arrows and lighning bolt when he attempted to rape the goddessHera during the Giant War.

He is probably the same as Eurymedon, who is named King of the Gigantes by Homer.

There are several possible etymologies for his name. It might derive from the word porphyreôs, “the surging,” referring to both the surges of the battlefield and of the sea. Another similar word porphyrô means “gleaming darkly.” The comedian Aristophanes in his play the Birds connects Porphyrion and his brother Alkyoneus with two birds, the purple-coot (Greek porphyriôn) and the halcyon (alkyôn).

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corpus morphology

facebook

bear

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moore’s paradox

moores paradox

moores paradox

Believe that

P often

Not always

Asserts

P

Alternatively

Contradiction

The first

Step

To absurdity

Don’t

Assert

Enough

Or

Too much

What

It is

Raining

On

P

Cute

As a

Fox

Can we

Agree

Another

Paradox

God! He is so bloody beauty full

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Bonini’s Paradox

Knives out man

Equinox

Standing before

me

Out of context

And

Complex

My brain is

Inert

with

gossamer

Tinged

Dark

Violet and

red

Consumed

He is

Effulgent

Sanguine

lovely

Humans

are

Inordinately

Unordinary

Nothing

Can prepare

You

For

simple

Realism

which

does not

exist

In the

plural

parallel

universes

of this

paradox

1

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sunset

sunset
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sunset1

Dolores O Riordan voice of an Angel coming through to lullabye the Seraphim and Cherubim rip 15.01.18 09.05

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sunset2

Dolores O Riordan voice of an Angel coming through to lullabye the Seraphim and Cherubim rip 15.01.18 09.05
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sunset3

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sunset4

sunset4
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sunset5

sunset5
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St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 3

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

 

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St Peter’s paradox and the Golden Thread 2

saint peter

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

Dead

 

 

 

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Protected: reverberations of him as he runs through my blood

reverberations of him after kiss of death

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Róisín Amen

Róisín Amen

la petite mort

Róisín Amen

Un hommage à elle