Sleep is temporary death time -being dead is time entwined eternally

She knew death temporarily waking up after her hip operation-a knee operation-a broken pelvis-she was knocked unconscious at least 5 times.

She also knew she was booked for a 2nd hip op in June.

 

Gutenberg Doing My Knowing In Game nearly Over
Gutenberg Doing My Knowing In Game nearly Over

 

She had been in oblivion a place no one knows but being there is silence. It is not categorisible it is beyond comprehension and human knowing-somewhere but where is where-a black hole a subsumption of all the external and informational-it is unknown.

These temporary timeouts are to the wander lustre a place beyond all cognition and recognition.

When she would become conscious after these time lapses her surroundings were frightening-the air-the lights-the colours-the people-the world.

There was an inner cry for release, but it was always imprisonment. Shackled to the earth’s time bomb.

Why do people fear death it can’t be bad or good it is silence. Endless. Over. Timeless.

It is the living who cannot face the death of another. This right to be forever. The expectancy of the living to control life in a never ending prevention-delay-deny-hinder-obstruct an others excursion to uncharted fateful destinies.

And it certainly cannot be worse than this hell hole she thought.

14 long years here-what exactly was her purpose did she need 1 no-did she have 1 no-pulled and pushed-force fed-depressed-oppressed-suppressed-rightless-voiceless-ignored-afraid.

STOP

Hello Mercy, my friend have you come for me?

FINALLY

 

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

Continue reading “Foreplay v Wordplay and John Paul”

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”

Mirror in February

The day dawns with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half dressed – my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy-
I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare,
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.

It seems again that it is time to learn,
To which, for the time being, I return.
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more; for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.

Below my window the awakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities,
And how should the flesh not quail that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young and not renewable, but man.

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.

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