Violent liar kills your inner self treating you like a dog:the dog was lucky

LIAR signs he listens to squeals of my dog dying in his mother’s house by hanging the signs= he cries-threats-manipulates-je

SEX RECESSION hits BBC4 we’re still…………………….drowning

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m000bgq1 Dead Inside Me too-Him too what a state of affairs Me-Him have got ourselves into

Slowly suffocated the asphyxiation surrenders the heart unknowingly to hell-BBC 4 sounds Dante and his inferno

When we are slowly suffocated the asphyxiation surrenders the heart unknowingly to hell-BBC 4 sounds Dante and his inferno

From the beginning to the end is it up or down or lateral or just hovering atoms like Mary Oliver BBC radio 4 sounds

we don't know we can't know we cry from nothingness as we are afraid of what: nothing

Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention by you

there is the inner man who wants the strange woman to fuck-he likes it so does she

Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

Charlotte Mew inner insanity freed with the art of words. Wide awake with her dark brown stare....and turned the key upon her

The female form is perfect as it is Botox schmotox knife strife= simony. Touch image to glide through gallery

The female form is perfect as it is Botox schmotox knife strife= simony. Touch image to glide through gallery   ” i

The yellow press never fails to astound: down the drain 1

Yellow press never fails to astound: down the drain 2

Yellow press never fails to astound: down the drain 3

Yellow press never fails to astound: down the drain 4

Yellow press never fails to astound: down the drain 5

Siobhán

Siobhán A SPEC IN YOUR EYE

You can’t publish emptiness

You can’t publish an empty post: is that racism?

KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when his baton conducts the way of life

KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when he believes his baton conducts the way of life

The Windhover (Common Kestral) by Gerald Manley Hopkins he hovered I love him

the kestral remains against the plight of the future static accepting all angst.

Death cuts you up and you can’t explain fucking why. Is it the way it came from nowhere, somewhere out there. The silence that’s not visible until you feel it then it wraps all in a visceral explosion of grief.

when death cuts you up-lying there waiting for God

He presents beautiful life models