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 is that they correspond to the past, present, and future in a linear conception of time. Shadowy Figures

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Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

As it fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae and

Gold

America captures the hearts minds money of the Never endings of Never Prey on the Prey

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.

She could see in his black eyes a regularity of forbidden entry.

A blue smile formed on his lips as his tongue peaked like a clitoris out at the side.

‘You like this lady’

Catapulted back to a time when this was forbidden, she thought of her life where pleasure was non- existent where even the thought was a sin.

Rory the first was tall and lugubrious with shadows in his eyes and want in his mind. She was reflected in him as a towel of sensuousness sheathed her. Her body immersed in his organs folded by his skin wrapped up in turgid tenderness.

He was using her she knew-being useful made her forgiving and giving.

‘Ok’ blackman interjected her thoughts and said to indifference ‘pass me the towels’

‘You ok on your own to lift her out’

‘Of course, what’s there to lift only a bag of bones’

Indifference laughed at his sarcastic shallowness.

He brushed off the languid lips again and played using the back of his hand over them an oceanic symphony.

She wanted to explode and rise up-her body confused felt hot-her head fell back-it was too much-her heart beating hard-breathless he covered her mouth with a sponge-she came.

This is death she thought-

I want to die now

 

 

Boxed in this filament of excrement by insouciant eyes and caring guise of Americanism

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 Continue reading “Boxed in this filament of excrement by insouciant eyes and caring guise of Americanism”

Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016


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 Continue reading “Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016”

Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11

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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 man pushing fast.

What? she thinks

A face appears above hers, eyes brown and intense he’s  telling her she needs to sign a form, a disclaimer in case she bleeds to death, has a stroke, a h……..her mind which had been compliant and silent is now in overload: too much assiduity and action.

‘What go away’ she thinks

What is he on about?

She hates being centre of attention and mostly she hates Continue reading “Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11”

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