When the smoke cleared and joy divided out came New Order pot or zen

How does it feel
When you treat me like you do
And you’ve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are?

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art always in motion
art always in motion

 

A Day in the Life of an Imaginative Misfit

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.

tethered to trials and tribulations
tethered to trials and tribulations
tethered to trials and tribulations
a day in the life of duality and the golden imagination
a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
A day in the life of life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Why is he looking at me that way…. filthy loser’

I know that look-nothing is said but I know what she’s thinking-she doesn’t even have to move her lips-her eyes say it all.

And so, the day has begun-I sleep in the spare room-she and her fat arse have the double room with the double bed.

She usually gets up around eight.

I put the pillow over my head as I can’t stand listening to her rustling and squelching in the bathroom then groaning, hawking and spitting into the sink.

How did it ever come to this he thought?

Here’s her mother Christ what now?

She walks in without knocking-like she lives here.‘

Ah hello Eileen’ I say with my best sarcastic smile-of course she wouldn’t know sarcasm in fact she couldn’t spell it.

‘What brings you around this fine day?’I imagine what it would be like killing her.

She brushes past-totally ignoring me.Collusion, Isolation, Alienation aka CIA women with a plan.

We’re on a collision course.

I could ask her to come woodcutting with me-winter is on the way.

Stand there now Eileen stand by the trunk of that tree great-I’d start up the chainsaw-and before she knew it her head would be rolling along the ground- her bulging eyes staring at me.

‘Any news baldy’ she laughs

Don’t call me that! Bitch! I think not answering.

I start cutting off her arms then her legs-it’s the silence and the peace, never having to listen to her again.

A human splayed jigsaw.

I amble off to my bedroom to get dressed while Bitch and ol bag talk shite in the kitchen.

Phone rings it’s-The Johnny said my laptops ready- thank Christ-the only thing worth looking at in this place.

Now that’s a grand life Johnny has-your own life.

No woman.

No complications.

‘We’re going to Neds.’ she shouts from the hallway.

‘What? Hold on

I have to collect my laptop from Johnny’s.

’Now I’m imagining taking both of them for a spin over a cliff, jumping out at the last minute-waving-I’d hear the screams and the roaring-and I’d laugh as they flew-then nosed it into the open-mouthed sea below.

‘I’m sure the world of porn can wait for you.’ she calls out herself and her mother roaring with laughter.

They’re gone.

In my car!!

That’s it.

They’ll pay.

As my palm cupped her chin

‘shut up’ a squeal comes through the trellis of fissure skinned fingers squashing her face.

Come on he thought he pushed harder he couldn’t get in fuck it.

He feels tension, he’s coming she keeps squealing and crying ‘shuuut up’!!! he presses her mouth’.

Jesus he’s all over her-stop fucking crying he squeezes each word on her throat. Then out of nowhere

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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

 

 

Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11

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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?

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it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

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.

when he presents beautiful life models @corkvisioncentre
when he presents beautiful life models @thelongyardstudio

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

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Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

 

 

The new moon has immense consequences immense-

sliding over the

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