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. She had been in oblivion a place no one knows but being there is silence. It is not categorisible
the human is the must convoluted complexing lying charlatan to ever have graced my earthly space
a poem that invokes times past of how good the celebration was of hearts that were tired and broken, where sowing the seeds of love were unknown it was a job to do rearing and planting-planting and rearing and dying.
spunk meaning dripping with sperm is to categorically declare I’m coming and there is nothing that can be done about that
Passive suicide can be inculcated by outside forces unknown to the individual. It’s a form of monomania from where there is no return.