I’m watching her go from fridge to cooker to cup and back again (her daily exercise). ‘Cream!’ She muffles under her breath. She forgot the cream for her extra-large stuffed with marshmallows hot chocolate, so she slops back again…………. Jesus how fat and sloppy and lazy she has become.
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.
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
they are substitutes for the eventuality of what you consider irrelevant but to them it was relevant
something doesn’t whiten the coloured lense
when the sea subsumes you with its watery gift of sinking pulls you down WITH WORDS and FLOAT
watching their faces landscaped with sincerity that’s A moment It passes you are forgotten And they make
YOUR OWN MIND IS MESMERISED WITH THE EFFECT AND AFFECT. SO EXPLOSIVE AND ABANDONED. TOTALLY LOVED IT.
Engineering the Reality Principle and Passive Suicide with LUST What is reality? Even though we all share the environment-the space-the earth-not one of us in the cosmos shares the same reality. We may think we do but we don’t. It could be construed as the ship sinks we all go down but do we-do we
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
Passive suicide can be inculcated by outside forces unknown to the individual. It’s a form of monomania from where there is no return.
When we are slowly suffocated the asphyxiation surrenders the heart unknowingly to hell-BBC 4 sounds Dante and his inferno
myoclonus is a state of cusp on deeper oceanic sleep. A sense of unsettling tidal waves breaking over your body. Intoxicated by it’s unexpectenecy. Frightened of what is to come. Give in. You’re safe.