Charlotte Mew inner insanity freed with the art of words. Wide awake with her dark brown stare….and turned the key upon her fast. Tears would fall at depth of it all.
seeking meaning is when you can’t understand it as it is. The need to always want to tmake sense -let it be
when an inkling becomes written in the blood of love running through veins
How the Muse buds Everything matters. Like a hose kinking it’s when the water stops that you notice. You become irritated and disgruntled looking back to see the problem plain as day staring at you. Such is life. As you unfold it you can feel the pulsating pressure build up within the dark tunnel, fluid
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
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
it’s always slow amensalism head and tail spinning as a diversion or easy and tempting chimerical in its divulging compote of hedonism courted by terror and mind games flung to the kangaroo court siphoned by extremes of obliteration this demon roams where others dare to dream nothing commensurate here lay down and die inside rattus