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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
as memory fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae
A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled. ‘Just ready’ he said Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.
Here she is 91 92 next month how did it ever get to this-if she lost her mind at least she wouldn’t know what was going on-being treated like a lump of meat. That’s all she is. Serving out her time to keep
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
I drank you from a cup of coffee today There were your foamed initials resting incomprehensibly on the hot fluid. It felt awkward sipping
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.
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
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
when death cuts you up-lying there waiting for God
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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 scalpel scratching the