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Foreplay v Wordplay and John Paul

When you look at people it’s amazing what actually although arguably they would never admit it goes on inside their head and on their head, which she thinks is their thought processor intel 8.

A clean-living working man. Very nice person with children. Works hard to make a crust. Helps with a charity. Is funny and likable. Very respectable. Doesn’t drive.

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when he presents beautiful life models @thelongyardstudio

But the sordid mind that is there is beyond comprehension. The desires and capabilities of this hidden aspect is craving exposure and pleasure. It needs the place and the internet has the place ‘texting’ now ‘sexting’.

The hackneyed phrase a picture paints a thousand words is concerned with the visual being very powerful maybe it is, but the power of the word goes far deeper than

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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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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.

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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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Engineering Passive Suicide

engineering passive suicide

Engineering Passive Suicide

Engineering something is easy once you know how. The easiest thing to engineer is behaviour.

People in power know this. Without stating the obvious you’re one click Continue reading Engineering Passive Suicide

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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

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

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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 she was flummoxed by the convolution

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

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When the female is disintegrating before our very eyes

when the female is disintegrating before our very eyes

When the female is disintegrating before our very eyes

how do you know this phenomenon is happening, just look closer and closer at the new female she is deep in ennui, her je ne suivrai pas-her sex-her passion all Continue reading When the female is disintegrating before our very eyes

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When fate looks back in fury at him

When fate looks back in fury at him

When fate looks back in fury at him

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When in a dream you are crushed

When in a dream you are crushed
When in a dream you are crushed

When in a dream you’re crushed.

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When you sense the Skylark’s wraith around you

When you sense the path is opening before you
When you sense the skylark's wraith enfolding your earthly presence
When you sense the skylark’s wraith enfolding your earthly presence
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When science just can’t explain everything

When science can't explain desire,passion, connection, magical waves, connsumation and subsumation
When science can’t explain desire,passion, connection, magical waves,consummation and subsummation

when the night drags like a tadpole

undulating towards

metamorphosis

when the day seeks the night

rotating

blackness

in here an evaporation

deep wells of

milky way reflect

on the lighted

seas

where the boat rocks in

cosmic indifference

to

the slippery hand

of

Perseus

 

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

When a deeper layer of reality contains him
When in that hypnagogic state my inner divine animal drives me to him
When in that hypnagogic state my inner divine animal drives me to him
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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 central is avarice and deep

it is wet slippery depraved and then you weep

When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

    When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

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    When All we Need is Belief But We’re Too Fucked Up

    There is no evidence of a creator there was no evidence of us destroying the Earth why do we have to see it to believe it: #culturalcannibalisation #disintgration #sculptures #decay #theEND #toolate

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    When He Infects You With His Hot Bacteria

    when there is no explanation for his bacteria inside of me

    Humans are so contaminated

    when there is no explanation for his bacteria inside of me
    when there is no explanation for his bacteria inside of me

    one touch and that’s it

    One breath has you

    on your knees

    one kiss

    and you’re never the

    same again

    cannibals

    When there is no Explanation for him
    When there is no Explanation for him
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    When his Prurience is the Lighthouse Beacon

    When his Prurience is the Lighthouse Beacon
    When his Prurience is the Lighthouse Beacon
    When his Prurience is the Lighthouse Beacon
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    When he Thinks What is Isn’t Time: Locked into EachOther

    When he Thinks What is Isn’t Time: Locked into EachOther

     

    Seven Hundred and Over Forty Days of Wandermeant and Wonder at his Deliciousness.

    seven hundred and over forty days of wandermeant and wonder at his deliciousness.

    siobhán dempsey all that I know is myself even that I'm not sure of.
    all that I know is myself even that I’m not sure of

    seven hundred and over forty days of wandermeant and wonder at his deliciousness.

     

     

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    Once upon a time there was no ending; there is no ending as no one foresaw the beginning and so ad infinitum

    Once upon a time there was no ending; there is no ending as no one foresaw the beginning and so ad infinitum

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    he knows how to two

    muse the sexual connection

    dr5

    he knows how to two

    things become made up

    glazing his eyes watery

    blue making it up

    they romance the

    earth with

    his hot lips

    flesh on

    flesh

    a street

    spirit

    searching

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    HE KNOWS HOW TO three

    muse the sexual connection

    dr3

    he knows how to three

    mix it up when it’s hard

    pulling the strip back

    watching

    it drips

    holding on

    licking the redness

    he could kill it

    softly

    he’s a tough

    man

     

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    He knows how to

    muse the sexual connection

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    he knows how to

    taste it then

    when they broke bread

    he placed his half

    on her tongue

    melting

    it

    lingered

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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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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    muse affect

    muse the sexual connection

    Muse affect

    It’s hard to imagine or explain the intrinsic affect a muse has on your internal world. It becomes a mass of confusion – exposed- and at the same time subsumed by a mantle of desire and resistance.

    It’s agonal and Lazarus coming together.

    The breath is excoriated by unannounced whimpers of assent, how to describe this whimper or expelling of tiny gasps, it’s like breathing in and out his spirit, the sound of a crampon digging into the snow.

    It never materialises just vaporises throughout the body leaving a simulacra on the inner shell, curling slowly around the organs and resting on the libido, it’s a killing sensation of rapture.

    The rapture when the breath peaks is pleasure beyond thought.

    And the muse is not even there. If he was it would be death by breath.

    Then you let it go.

    Unless the muse is a willing and participatory ingredient in the mix-you will lose control-so absolutely overpowering is this fervid entanglement- it will create actions the antithesis of what is considered the norm.

    The muse-artist togetherness puts the psyche into a creative, sexually releasing energy putting demands on both of them-the key is resisting.

    Resistance the hindrance to the flow of charge.

    Hence creativity. It’s hard.

    Why does everything pleasurable involve resistance.

    Why does compliance bring out ‘Fake Plastic Trees'(radiohead).

    How and why did the muse enter the infundibular holy grail of this shit holding temple?

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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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    pulled into his underworld

    does it make a difference

    pulled into his underworld

    Newcomb’s paradox

    In philosophy and mathematics, Newcomb’s paradox, also referred to as Newcomb’s problem, is a thought experiment involving a game between two players, one of whom purports to be able to predict the future. Whether the problem actually is a paradox is disputed.

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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 House of the Rising Sun Night is Done

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    The Killing Moon- Echo and the Bunnymen-you’re inside-


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    Slappers

    sexes vortices

    my mother, your mother,their mother, mothers, Mary the Mother, sister, daughter, niece,aunt, Language transferred from gutter thoughts in mind to social media to gutter press.

    Women

    Slappers Stupid fucking bitch, Fucking cunts

    Bitches

    Mother fucking cunt

    No tits Fat loose brassers

    sluts Stupid brassers

    Worthless piece of shit Fat arse

    Whores all tits

    There to shag shaggers

    spit-roast them

    Fucking rides

    Thoughts put out there: irretrievable, lamentable

    sexes vortices is now going bygone

    con sent quickies need a signed contract

    or preface in the vernacular yes

    spontaneity gone

    who would risk the fallout as demons

    now consume the minds of the ignorant

    law is the judge

    justice sought for the

    desire to fuck

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    Black fluid

    Aquila
    Aquila
    Aquila

    NEMESIS was the goddess of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. She was a personification of the resentment aroused in men by those who commited crimes with apparent impunity, or who had inordinate good fortune.

    Nemesis directed human affairs in such a way as to maintain equilibrium. Her name means she who distributes or deals out. Happiness and unhappiness were measured out by her, care being taken that happiness was not too frequent or too excessive. If this happened, Nemesis could bring about losses and suffering. As one who checked extravagant favours by Tykhe (Tyche) (Fortune), Nemesis was regarded as an avenging or punishing divinity.

    In myth Nemesis was particularly concerned with matters of love. She appears as an avenging agent in the stories of Narkissos and Nikaia, whose callous actions brought about the death of their wooers. In some versions of the Trojan War, she was the mother of Helene, and is shown in scenes of her seduction by Paris pointing an accusing finger at the girl.

    Nemesis was often sometimes depicted as a winged goddess. Her attributes were apple-branch, rein, lash, sword, or balance. Her name was derived from the Greek words nemêsis and nemô, meaning “dispenser of dues.” The Romans usually used the Greek name of the goddess but sometimes also named her Invidia (Jealousy) and Rivalitas (Jealous Rivalry).

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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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    Maybe it’s Sophocles

    Maybe it's Sophocles

    Maybe it’s Sophocles

    THE ELAPHOS KERYNITIS (or Cerynitian Hind) was a golden-Maybe it's Sophocleshorned deer sacred to the goddess Artemis. Some say the deer was a gift from the Nymph Taygete and was one of five, the other four drawing the chariot of the goddess.

    Herakles was sent to fetch it as one of his twelve labours. After chasing the swift animal for a full year he finally captured it on Mount Artemision in Arkadia. When the goddess Artemis complained at the treatment of her animal, whose horn the hero had broken off in the struggle, he persuaded her to let him borrow it for the completion of his Labour.

    The hind may have been assigned a Constellation like the other beasts of Herakles’ labours.

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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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    fucking

    oh jesus

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    A fucking sequence 0

    fucking
    fucking
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    A fucking sequence 1

    Black on Pink
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    A fucking sequence 2

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    A fucking sequence 3

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    A fucking sequence 4

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    A fucking sequence 5

    fuck sequences
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    Ineluctable:PK Beautiful- Sensual- Intoxicating-Pussycat-‘Sexual Man of War’- Norse, Greek, Roman, Lithuanian Fates

    siobhan dempsey Ineluctable: Fates must be Appeased #The Norns #The Fates

    Ineluctable:PK Beautiful- Sensual- Intoxicating-Pussycat-‘Sexual Man of War’-Norse, Greek, Roman, Lithuanian Fates

    Norse Fates


    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 is that they correspond to the past, present, and future in a linear conception of time. Shadowy Figures Continue reading Ineluctable:PK Beautiful- Sensual- Intoxicating-Pussycat-‘Sexual Man of War’- Norse, Greek, Roman, Lithuanian Fates