Trail of black ahead-dont deviate-succumb:BE ORIGINAL BY AN ORIGINAL NOBODY
Wipeout with shades of the blues
the world is being turned inside out for a distracted and demented few absolutists.
reasoning is bespoke and not a matter of evenness
your eyes are not your own your mind is imperceptable to you
sealed-closed-hidden thought-implies death to conatus
slink off now and SHUT UP
DIE
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”
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.
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
This child expressed that autonomic corpus cross only a child can in the face of a mammoth oceanic wave:Creator you’re the best
This child was faced yesterday with the enormity of this little piece of the Youghal ocean in front of him.
He could only have been two years.
The wind rushed up to meet him then it whipped him up and carried him along- he loved it as only a child can.
He stood there in the vitruvian position for a few secs staring back at
lucid diary 2 of yr 2000: a flowing of the mind filled with angst with nothing with too much with them with amour-propre
How can you really know until you let go
being prepared
For arms that don’t catch
