This man has something that is undefineable much like the beautiful man. The essay I wrote and found was unusually intense considering I only saw his work in Chelsea NY in 2001.

Like beautiful man it made an impact everything about it was feverishly sexual.  Running  over with, in, out, above and beyond it.

Funny how art is climactical.

When Ra was particularly incensed by this daedal earthly, beautiful, intervening sorcerer he had to delve in….

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. Continue reading “When Ra was particularly incensed by this daedal earthly, beautiful, intervening sorcerer he had to delve in….”

When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension.

He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl.

Then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.
Image result for imentetImentet watched and waited………………….

What can an image convey, can it convey anything to the blank mind. That mind that always looks for reasons, and why, and can you change, and how, and what does that mean, mean, mean, meaning. That always need the succour. Decant their minds of effluent and trash tv and influencers and yellow journalism and mighty marketears whose soul purpose is entropy of the spirit.

When the Skylark caught that caducity of being in his eyes

 

 

 

 

When he’s an intermittent time warp with the

magnetism of the event horizon

 

When his psyche is dominated by civilisation and his prehistoric animalism is dying
When his psyche is dominated by civilisation and his prehistoric animalism is dying
When You Find Yourself Born Free Then.... Life
When You Find Yourself Born Free Then…. Life

birth of any kind is never simply a beginning but a continuum of history as was as is as will be

Humans are so contaminated

when there is no explanation for his bacteria inside of me
when there is no explanation for his bacteria inside of me

one touch and that’s it

One breath has you

on your knees

one kiss

and you’re never the

same again

cannibals

When there is no Explanation for him
When there is no Explanation for him

fill by mouth

ECSTASY EXECUTIONER 2

we were victims of the knife cutting he went into my soul. He took my arm, cut it and I don't know how it happened but we were destiny. She said he said they can't speak shut up and fuck me.
I did not have sex with that woman. well? More your style
we were victims of the knife cutting he went into me. He took my arm, cut it and I don’t know how it happened but we were destiny. She said he said they can’t speak shut up what a fuck up.

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