it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

it started on the edge of reason when there is in fact no reasonableness in the purity of reason: only destruction

it started on the edge of reason when there is in fact no reasonableness in the purity of reason: only destruction

A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh Solitude Isolation memories as then is today with more comes more

One side of the potato-pits was white with frost –patrick kavanagh
How wonderful that was, how wonderful!
And when we put our ears to the paling-post
The music that came out was magical. Continue reading “A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh-Solitude-Isolation-Memories as then is today:with more comes more”

Passive suicide engineered by the pleasure principle BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4

BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000c9s4

 

The pleasure principle (if you want to know more follow the link) is a notion aka theory not practical which was executed by Freud borrowed by him from Fechner. It’s a grand theory of Continue reading “Passive suicide engineered by the pleasure principle BODIES BY JOSIE LONG BBC4”

Amidst all this rhythm and concord Apophis God of Chaos reigned happily. This earthly creative human made his hypnotic stare more powerful.

But to Ra who every night tried to sail to the underworld for rebirth and renewal, got caught out-not by Apophis but the earthly sorcerer who wanted her for himself.

This human was created from his sweat and tears and this byzantine situation created more nefarious worldly archetypes than anticipated. 

 

The beautiful sorcerer will feel Sekhmet’s breath kiss his face, her breath the wind created the desert, she is the daughter daughter of Ra.

Ra sent his eye to her to solve this type of human involvement in underworldly rebirths.

She is the  fiercest of hunters and Goddess of healing. Her breath will blow around him and  as a fierce hunter, she wears the head of a lion, patience and stealth is her game. 

She is: before whom evil trembles-mistress of dread-lady of slaughter and she who mauls.

 

When he Thinks What is Isn’t Time: Locked into EachOther

 

Seven Hundred and Over Forty Days of Wandermeant and Wonder at his Deliciousness.

seven hundred and over forty days of wandermeant and wonder at his deliciousness.

siobhán dempsey all that I know is myself even that I'm not sure of.
all that I know is myself even that I’m not sure of

seven hundred and over forty days of wandermeant and wonder at his deliciousness.

 

 

HASH-REHASH- ####

The common starter drug but equally with the prefix‘re’ becomes what we  see, hear and speak

what makes us equally full of it ‘SHIT’

All media pour out the agenda of incestuous manure until they consume us within our own slurry. 

The pandemic icon is lines within lines over lines, boxed and caged in until we are sucked into our anus

Cumulonimbus waiting for

Vesuvius’ eruption

Cumulonimbus waiting for Vesuvius' eruption

Cumulonimbus is a cloud of voluptuous exciting brightness and powerful up currents, soft fluffy and desirous but containing dark thunder storms and shafts of torrential rain, lightning and tornadoes.

Like Dionysus whose troop of devotees followed him around for his wild and beautiful nature, it was for this Cumulonimbus waited, this wildness and frenzy like passion for pleasure and festivity of Dionysus which went voraciously unabated.

When they would erupt together the sky would be crazed with light and darkness.

When Dionysus created heat with his pine cone staff this would start the right conditions for Cumulonimbus to prepare for precipitous pleasure.

First there was the development and supercell desire followed by the mature stage then full dissipation for which Dionysus waited eagerly.

This unity brings with it turbulence so dynamic that Vesuvius erupts and spews angry bursts of molten flame into cumulonimbus where Dionysus charges onwards into the depths of Thebes clinging to Cumulonimbus screaming in congestive torrents of nascent Perseids.

dr5

he knows how to two

things become made up

glazing his eyes watery

blue making it up

they romance the

earth with

his hot lips

flesh on

flesh

a street

spirit

searching

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE

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