Trail of black ahead-dont deviate-succumb:BE ORIGINAL BY AN ORIGINAL NOBODY
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
When the Time is Fine Art America time
Fine Art America who’d have thought. Everything you’d want to make with your art under one all-encompassing metaphorical roof. Keep your art or sell the original. Have images printed on any shape or form.
You don’t have to leave the house Fine Art America will do the work and more. They will even set up a website for you- set up a blog- do your marketing- emailing-pdf’s- Facebook page- stats-the lot.
I don’t know if it’s too good to be true -we all know that adage-maybe that was then this is now. Share the world.
Gone is art that is unobtainable, where art is on some higher echelon.
Viewed by the few encouraging pomp and ceremony as a marketing tool with elaborate words and descriptions and plenty of cash and over the top bios.
Art is for all and it appears the Fine Art America crew are making it happen for everyone- artist-galleriest-purchaser
The only thing left is for the creative to get going and create in any form they like.
Then upload the work.
Name it
Describe it.
Tag it.
Categorise it.
Gallerise it.
Submit it.
Done.
This part I will admit is the hard-laborious bit.
It takes time and patience. Application and dedication.
Focus and organisation.
Its endurance ending in pleasure.
I only recognised how brilliant Fine Art America was this week.
I’m a suspect type and don’t believe anyone or anybody will do anything for me without a price to pay or some agenda or someone wanting something -some kick back.
Not the case here.
Thank You To John who pushed this.
Embody the good story
I do not exist
I know it. The mixture of tendencies
Collapse onto the soul
I can see that nothing exists as he is emboldened
to peace.
Opening up the sky and
Laying down low
Appearing on the horizon
As an epochè of gnarled and
deep despair
slow motion warped his fingers
I decided it
can’t
Look closely
It was eidetic
The march on the ocean far
off into squares
keeping safe apatheia
crisp
and white his skin soft and
hard vanishes
that’s what she said
as superfluous as
Time
The verisimilitude of sexes vortices has an intangible velocity
Once that unearthed dynamic connects there is no going back
The depth has to be so cohesive nothing can rip that tumultuous vorticity
An interceptor can decrease in inverse proportion from the desire consuming the vortices
No interruption will increase the friction with a viscous flow, intense, dramatic, other worldly
The constant pressure magnetises to irrational intensity, stretched, rotated merged together driven
Spilling over and over to an illusory and sensuous condensation of primeval patterns
Wishing it- last forever
Further interruption dissipates this whirlpool of viscous fluid, decreases the energy
awareness sets in reducing the tension by a gradual percentile to absolute zero
friction reduced then back to reality
interference without permission in sexes vortices must be punished and severely
Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never harm me
A slap will sting a word will embed in your brain
A kick will hurt a word will linger
A thump will bruise a word will pierce with pain
going silent through the skin a word can kill
it holds fast longer than any cut or slap
it wraps itself inside the form waiting for release
an unknown cancerous tirade revealed without free will
Dysnomia was the personified spirit (Daimona) of lawlessness and poor civil order. She was a companion of Adikkia (Injustice), Ate (Ruin) and Hybris (Violence). Her opposite number was Eunomia (Civil Order).
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.
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
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
