my mother, your mother,their mother, mothers, Mary the Mother, sister, daughter, niece,aunt, Language transferred from gutter thoughts in mind to social media to gutter press.

Women

Slappers Stupid fucking bitch, Fucking cunts

Bitches

Mother fucking cunt

No tits Fat loose brassers

sluts Stupid brassers

Worthless piece of shit Fat arse

Whores all tits

There to shag shaggers

spit-roast them

Fucking rides

Thoughts put out there: irretrievable, lamentable

sexes vortices is now going bygone

con sent quickies need a signed contract

or preface in the vernacular yes

spontaneity gone

who would risk the fallout as demons

now consume the minds of the ignorant

law is the judge

justice sought for the

desire to fuck

Ouranos and Gaia had twelve sons and six daughters. He locked the eldest of these–the giant Kyklopes (Cyclopes) and Hekatonkheires (Hecatoncheires)–away inside the belly of Earth. Gaia suffered immense pain and persuaded her Titan sons to rebel. Four of these positioned themselves at the corners of the world, ready to grasp their father as he descended to lie with Earth, while the fifth, Kronos (Cronus), took his place in the centre and there castrated Ouranos with an adamantine sickle. The sky-god’s blood fell upon the earth, producing the avenging Erinyes and the Gigantes (Giants).

Ouranos prophesied the fall of the Titanes and the punishments they would suffer for their crimes–a prophecy brought to fruition by Zeus who deposed the five brothers and cast them into the pit of Tartaros.

Ouranos does not appear in early Greek art but Egyptian depictions of their sky-goddess Nut demonstrate how he was imagined–as a gigantic, star-spangled man with long arms and legs, resting on all fours, with his finger-tips in the far east, his toes in the far west, and his arching body raised to form the dome of the sky. In the Roman era he was often depicted as Aion, god of eternal time, in the form of a man holding the zodiac-wheel, standing above the reclining Gaia (Earth).

 

Eaten to Death at Lifes Kangaroo Court

it’s always slow amensalism

head and tail spinning

as a diversion

or easy and tempting

chimerical in its divulging compote of hedonism

courted by terror and mind games flung

to the kangaroo court

siphoned by extremes of obliteration

this demon roams where others dare to dream

nothing commensurate here

lay down and die

inside rattus rattus contains the evil corrosion of

Lytta

 

selene

Shush hear my silent suffocating

SCREAM

No you can’t hear me so

Roll up roll up

Listen 

Why am I here

What’s the point

Nothing is relevant

Its all too much to take

My life is meaningless

Can’t take it anymore

Can’t handle the future

Too far for me to imagine my life there

The thoughts the pressure the panic

This pain is killing me inside

Yes I’ll  end it all.

So that’s it 

fuck it

SUICIDE 

Come on everybody have a look 

See how I dont give a shit about him her them you me

Lying hanging floating missing aren’t I great

What I can do to show so much hate

The selfish suicide own life takers 

Who cares whose left behind

as long as it’s not me

Here everyone

my legacy

My parents my children brothers sisters friends society

feel my pain feel it passed to thee

It’s  a gift

I don’t give a shit

I think of no one not their feelings their present their future

I’m my hero so selfish so self involved

I care for no one only me me me

I’m my ouroboros

I sin without and within

The selfish suicide showman

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD

Wait I’ve created my own fate

My silent suffocating scream

let out

Shit it’s too late

 

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Eaten to Death at Lifes Kangaroo Court

it’s always slow amensalism

head and tail spinning

as a diversion

or easy and tempting

chimerical in its divulging compote of hedonism

courted by terror and mind games flung

to the kangaroo court

siphoned by extremes of obliteration

this demon roams where others dare to dream

nothing commensurate here

lay down and die

inside rattus rattus contains the evil corrosion of

Lytta

 

David Bowie Blackstar and concatenations BEYOND THE SAVIOUR

David Bowie Blackstar and concatenations

BEYOND THE SAVIOUR

The wind carried her name across the roof.

Then she yelped her name again more shrill this time like a puppy in bag heading for the river.

It pierced the air like a silent alarm. Contained and guttural, she knew the sound of that pitch; it meant save me, I’m floundering grasping at my life.

She put a shush finger to her lips, and he knew what it meant.

His startled eyes told their own story.

When she opened the door she passed her by ‘I can’t take it any more’ I can’t breath’.

She hurried her out to the back and let her sit; her stalagmite back struggled in the curve of the seat.

Her face contorted with shiny rows of furrows history jammed into the folds.

Her eyes vacant and entreating kill me, quench this fire.

I’m dying.Concatenations BEYOND THE SAVIOUR and david bowie blackstar

It’s natural to run when the mind explodes having no particular resting place makes it worse having no one is worse again.

Run to where is the thing. Not many places to go.

Walk the dog.

Concatenations BEYOND THE SAVIOUR and david bowie blackstarWalk to the shop.

Walk to the church.

Walk to no destination.

Walk to the local medical centre.

When you are crushed it is rest the body is asking for.

She resists this.

The temporal appears as solace, the spiritual is where it lies.

She tells her to go into the sitting room and says lie there.

Lie down there.

Fixing the cushions for her head to rest.

I can’t breath.

She lifted her jumper and felt her gut, a jumping palpitating heart was in there. Her hands pressed gently and she could feel her life in her organs. Each marching to the sound of the synaptic beats laced with pharma inhibitors death can be a calling when you are in this state.

That stare falling into the cosmic wilderness, a primeval rebirth waiting for the cord to be cut. The weight of life’s labyrinth pulled her under to hellfire. Destroyed.

She got a stone and placed it on her navel cold and diverting. She looked askance, her eyes wide, pupils pinpoints and she was frozen stiff with fervid anxiety.

Catatonia’s friend the paradox.

In revocation she will lose something.

Herself.

But will gain something.

Mastery of reason.

It won’t happen she is too hurt, scarred, scared, confused and astrobleme on this earth wishing for a meteor collision.

Too late.

The game is over.

FUCK! IT!

madness

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 when a white smile hides more than a crevasse on a glacier

He knew as he told her she knew as she sensed it, but neither of them knew what it was what they knew, except it was going to happen: soon. This a priori knowing is an awkward silence when breathing stops.

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