A Day in the Life of an Imaginative Misfit

I’m watching her go from fridge to cooker to cup and back again (her daily exercise).

‘Cream!’ She muffles under her breath.

She forgot the cream for her extra-large stuffed with marshmallows hot chocolate, so she slops back again………….

Jesus how fat and sloppy and lazy she has become.

tethered to trials and tribulations
tethered to trials and tribulations
tethered to trials and tribulations
a day in the life of duality and the golden imagination
a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
A day in the life of life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Why is he looking at me that way…. filthy loser’

I know that look-nothing is said but I know what she’s thinking-she doesn’t even have to move her lips-her eyes say it all.

And so, the day has begun-I sleep in the spare room-she and her fat arse have the double room with the double bed.

She usually gets up around eight.

I put the pillow over my head as I can’t stand listening to her rustling and squelching in the bathroom then groaning, hawking and spitting into the sink.

How did it ever come to this he thought?

Here’s her mother Christ what now?

She walks in without knocking-like she lives here.‘

Ah hello Eileen’ I say with my best sarcastic smile-of course she wouldn’t know sarcasm in fact she couldn’t spell it.

‘What brings you around this fine day?’I imagine what it would be like killing her.

She brushes past-totally ignoring me.Collusion, Isolation, Alienation aka CIA women with a plan.

We’re on a collision course.

I could ask her to come woodcutting with me-winter is on the way.

Stand there now Eileen stand by the trunk of that tree great-I’d start up the chainsaw-and before she knew it her head would be rolling along the ground- her bulging eyes staring at me.

‘Any news baldy’ she laughs

Don’t call me that! Bitch! I think not answering.

I start cutting off her arms then her legs-it’s the silence and the peace, never having to listen to her again.

A human splayed jigsaw.

I amble off to my bedroom to get dressed while Bitch and ol bag talk shite in the kitchen.

Phone rings it’s-The Johnny said my laptops ready- thank Christ-the only thing worth looking at in this place.

Now that’s a grand life Johnny has-your own life.

No woman.

No complications.

‘We’re going to Neds.’ she shouts from the hallway.

‘What? Hold on

I have to collect my laptop from Johnny’s.

’Now I’m imagining taking both of them for a spin over a cliff, jumping out at the last minute-waving-I’d hear the screams and the roaring-and I’d laugh as they flew-then nosed it into the open-mouthed sea below.

‘I’m sure the world of porn can wait for you.’ she calls out herself and her mother roaring with laughter.

They’re gone.

In my car!!

That’s it.

They’ll pay.

As my palm cupped her chin

‘shut up’ a squeal comes through the trellis of fissure skinned fingers squashing her face.

Come on he thought he pushed harder he couldn’t get in fuck it.

He feels tension, he’s coming she keeps squealing and crying ‘shuuut up’!!! he presses her mouth’.

Jesus he’s all over her-stop fucking crying he squeezes each word on her throat. Then out of nowhere

Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

As it fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae and

Gold

Triggers-Diversions-Life and Algorithms

When you listen/look/hear/think/imagine about media of any kind-life and living sounds like a formula-well it is.

In their most insidious way Google and its algorithms are controlling our behaviours from actions to thoughts-verbal to written-reactions to consequences and unintended outcomes.

Our lives are not ours any more they actually are a formula-Googles and all Media.

With radio and newspapers-twitter-social media and all its extensions we are controlled by marketers.

Now marketers are not an entity one bit concerned about you and yours they are concerned with money and trying to get as much of it as they can by controlling you -your behaviour-your mind.

Forming your thoughts-they insinuate themselves into your mind until you change, and change comes from constant repetition also called habituation.

They have psychologists and psychiatrists-sociologists-philosophers inputting morsels of ideas into any campaign they are running.

‘What if’ that’s the question and they are willing to run with any solution or answer to that ‘what if’ question.

Google are the same except they pay big money to get the best psychologists et al to engineer human behaviour.

There is a reason for myth and symbols and the Ouroboros fits the bill for how life as we know is a perpetual recurring nightmare of the axiomatic algorithm.

When you think about it everyone is a counselor from the hack to the politician to everyman. How did society become consumed with themselves and everyone else’s attitudes-behaviours-problems-perceptions?

How did this happen:

The psychologist studies brain function, researching and identifying behaviour and emotional patterns: they learn the how to’s.

The Sociologist studies human behaviour and society.

The Psychiatrist studies diagnosis prevention and treating mental disorders

The philosopher studies the mind knowledge values and existence.

Mixing these together with a few spoons of computer science then bobs your uncle or aunt or whomever with this the algorithmic flood gates opened and there is no way to close them.

So now everyone is in on the act and the world starts to fall apart-little mental cracks form and shatter the unformed and delicate mind.

Triggers with constancy and repetition begin with lesions small then they spread like a neurological formation.

People start to share and complain they put their lives out there they open up and google and media love this-people make the programs for the radio and TV show with their constancy and repetition.

If no one contributes, then they will ring a loyal contributor- will you come on today we are talking today about suicide-abortion-break ups-money-lying-unfaithfulness-sadness-and the big one depression.

It has got so out of hand that charities abound-help groups-helplines-one to one counselling-resources everywhere. A massive business.

Subconsciously we know this is happening to our state of mind and life. It’s out of our control like our life.

The algorithms have taken over.

There is no resistance.

The virus is algorithms.

There is no hope.

It’s in the bank.

 

 

America a quagmire of debasement with increments of corruption-exploitation and perversion of the human mind, body, spirit

She thought how life was equally simple and difficult-why she was here was down to America-the land of the brave the free the undead.

She is incarcerated in this home-the crime-getting old.

The reason behind everything that is: Continue reading “America a quagmire of debasement with increments of corruption-exploitation and perversion of the human mind, body, spirit”

Boxed in this filament of excrement by insouciant eyes and caring guise of Americanism

Here she is 91 92 next month how did it ever get to this-if she lost her mind at least she wouldn’t  know what was going on-being treated like a lump of meat. That’s all she is. Serving out her time to keep Continue reading “Boxed in this filament of excrement by insouciant eyes and caring guise of Americanism”

The American Mould-Nearer my God to Thee-silently praying in votive adoration-wishing-hoping for Divine Intervention and Expiration

When it came to be Nearer to God and the chips were down-others clung on vice like to the old trunk-like larva to a leaf nothing could rip them off her not even hurricane Jim.Are you in or out

She was 91, 92 next month.

Sometimes you would wonder what do grown elderly adults of elder parents want. You’re an adult of 61 years of age maybe married maybe not have children maybe not-but the attachment to this trunk is like a vine wrapped and clinging Continue reading “The American Mould-Nearer my God to Thee-silently praying in votive adoration-wishing-hoping for Divine Intervention and Expiration”

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

It has started again- the empty space

Is filling up with

wagging mouths licking

And snipping gnawing and gnarling

Suffuse their empty and pitiless lives

Suffocate them with saliva drenched

Detritus

Opinions regurgitated vomited with vileness

Stench

classless ceaseless

The cream has sank

We’re drowning in ourselves

Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

 

 

The new moon has immense consequences immense-

sliding over the

Continue reading “Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed”

the evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit

The evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit

 

 

he licked her body knowing there was no way

back to see how she would feel it

he knew by the heat and

Continue reading “the evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit”

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

it started on the edge of reason when there is in fact no reasonableness in the purity of reason: only destruction

life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity 

life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity

watching their faces landscaped with sincerity that’s

A moment

It passes you are forgotten

And they make

Continue reading “life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity “

tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained in this already restrained animal.

the constant and consistent demands on his inner Boreas is exhausting. Boreas Continue reading “tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained”

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0005f10

what lies beneath the strange pleasure of unquenchable

thirst-what is this endless desire line with no turn

to feel to touch to hold to kill with kisses Continue reading “Desire Line Shortcuts with ‘Josie Long’ is the perfect metaphor to describe how we became magnetised”

Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention: Prostitution shaped

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3csvsfs the poetry of hell

gentlemans-club-a-world-thats-rarely-seen

we do it-mold it-we watch it

how does he sculpt life and then want it

self oppressive escapism is unfolded

we want to escape-we can’t- we can’t if only

the scalpel cuts into the mind deep: the self

is exposed the wound open

he kisses like an archer aiming deep within

nothing about him is done slowly

passion

woman

man

 

 

 

It must be a nullifying experience to have life’s bastion in your hands.

Cutting, digging, exploring, deciding, analysing, heating, climaxing Continue reading “KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when his baton conducts the way of life”

 

 

 

Some Body I don’t know 

I waited. 

Some women are not aware of me-you are not one of them-you try to open me-express 

me-use me, you feel me more than your physical self.

Easy.

 When something happens that unbalances me or knocks me out of sync with the environment and you are the environment and this is also an environment. Continue reading “When the mind takes over”

When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected

When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected

I waited. 

Some women are not aware of me-you are not one of them-you try to open me-express 

me-use me, you feel me more than your physical self. Continue reading “When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected”

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 you look at the fleshy sensuous body on the table and as you do so your eyes collide something extraordinary happens…….

Ra using the judgement spell tries to distract from the global eclipse of their souls.

One living one dying…. The distress urges death to relent, let go, give in.

The master sorcerer who can’t let the living die denies Imentet her dues.

Because of this the living and dead soul intertwine and are caught in the Book of  the Dead’s judgement spell.

The master is stupified by the energy of this quantum entanglement.

He feels his life flow waning his body wants hers.

His mind is determined.

Imentet flees to the branch of the silent tree and remains there waiting for both their souls to come together.

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 something magical happens sing Hey Jude
When something magical happens sing ‘Hey Jude’

They landed in the same

circumferance

surrounded by

noise

and commotion

talk and chatter instant

attraction

and as their

moons eclipsed

the

event horizon

there you will behold

the living

death

Human love is four sided

It is more than a double entendre,

beginning, foreplay, climax, end

its intensity knows no bounds

the central is avarice and deep

it is wet slippery depraved and then you weep

When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

    When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

    There is no evidence of a creator there was no evidence of us destroying the Earth why do we have to see it to believe it: #culturalcannibalisation #disintgration #sculptures #decay #theEND #toolate

    the beautiful wood nymph
    I need you

    Behind the Blameless Trees

    old fate slowly builds
    her mute countenance.
    Wrinkles grow there . . .
    What a bird shrieks here
    springs there like a gasp of warning
    from a soothsayer’s hard mouth.

    And the soon-to-be lovers
    smile on each other, not yet knowing farewell,
    and round about them, like a constellation,
    their destiny casts
    its nightly spell.
    Still to come, it does not reach out to them,
    it remains
    a phantom
    floating in its heavenly course.

    https://youtu.be/SvsZUbesm78

    the beautiful wood nymph
    I need you

    Behind the Blameless Trees

    old fate slowly builds
    her mute countenance.
    Wrinkles grow there . . .
    What a bird shrieks here
    springs there like a gasp of warning
    from a soothsayer’s hard mouth.

    And the soon-to-be lovers
    smile on each other, not yet knowing farewell,
    and round about them, like a constellation,
    their destiny casts
    its nightly spell.
    Still to come, it does not reach out to them,
    it remains
    a phantom
    floating in its heavenly course.

    https://youtu.be/SvsZUbesm78
    Hear the sand shift beneath your feet- for that is pain crushing lip sucking body embellishing contortions – the time it takes to forget and be forgotton.

    As we drown in our shared saliva and paroxysmal desire.

    Salivating
    Salivating

    When you carry the weight of his shadow inside

    When you Carry the Weight of His Shadow Inside
    When you Carry the Weight of His Shadow Inside

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    When you are Seized, Dragged and Pulled Away From Orpheus by Him

     

    He gave birth to us in between blue and green

    His soft flesh rippled over the horizon of the cyclops

    His back is molded hard as iron in ore a dream walks by me

     

    the mouth renders itself slushy shiney opaque and immersive -you stare into this wet soft red purple moving orb-magnetic spirals move over the inertia of the real inducing the vagus nerves to jump - you are sucked into the dark vastness of trasnslucenst words and incomprehensible utterances which struggle for air- they hang there-you cling on-you drown in his gurgling throat-blue sanguine and sultry pools surround the event horizon in his sockets-coming toward you he vanishes- he enters your body. You dont't remember. Holding him in there like a Gordian knot-waiting for relaease-waiting for his Zeusian thunderbolt-

    the mouth renders itself slushy shiney opaque immersive -you stare into this wet soft red purple moving orb-magnetic spirals move over the inertia of the real inducing the vagus nerves to jump – you are sucked into the dark vastness of trasnslucenst words and incomprehensible utterances which struggle for air- they hang there-you cling on-you drown in his gurgling throat-blue sanguine and sultry pools surround the event horizon in his sockets-coming toward you he vanishes- he enters your body. You dont’t remember. Holding him in there like a Gordian knot-waiting for relaease-waiting for his Zeusian thunderbolt-

    Owhen all I want is you

    when all I want is you

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    the mouth renders itself slushy shiney opaque and immersive -you stare into this wet soft red purple moving orb-magnetic spirals move over the inertia of the real inducing the vagus nerves to jump – you are sucked into the dark vastness of trasnslucenst words and incomprehensible utterances which struggle for air- they hang there-you cling on-you drown in his gurgling throat-blue sanguine and sultry pools surround the event horizon in his sockets-coming toward you he vanishes- he enters your body. You dont’t remember. Holding him in there like a Gordian knot-waiting for relaease-waiting for his Zeusian thunderbolt-

    image removed for the delicate of dispostion

    when he has to think about sex call Rodin!

    When a Surgeon Has to Think About Sex. Then Laughs. Call Rodin!
    Death Rays When a Surgeon Has to Think About Sex. Then…………..

    sex sends

    voltaic

    shivers down the

    spine of even the

    most ardent

    hot

    igneous man

    but

    he thinks


    siobhán dempsey all that I know is myself even that I'm not sure off
    all that I know is myself even that I’m not sure off

    When he Emits the Beauty of Oceanus in His Eyes

    when a surgeon Emits the beauty of oceanus in his eyes

    When a Beautiful Man is Waiting Then

    he is found

    just like

    that

    out of nowhere

    like

    seaweed man

    on the

    strand

    who fights

    the oceans

    and its

    demands

    red hot and torrid

    swirling

    like a stream

    gathering pace

    he probes

    deep into

    the depths

    Anew

    siobhán dempsey all that I know is myself even that I'm not sure off
    all that I know is myself even that I’m not sure of

    Love and desire drive the mind crazy

    ECSTASY

    EXECUTIONER 1

    Complete Collection of Edgar Allan Poe Poetry

    The Tell Tale Heart (link to Pdf)

    Edgar Allan Poe died

    at some time some place

    No one knows

    his soul catapulted off

    to his lovers space

    where Pothus’ yearns with sexual longing,

    Poe left bereft for what was then

    now was not

    immersed in sorrow

    from his earthly lot

    fulfilled at last.

    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. Our eyes wrestled each others momentarily he went into me literally and metaphorically. 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. Crazy crazy for you……….

    A Valentine

    For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
    Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
    Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
    Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
    Search narrowly the lines! – they hold a treasure
    Divine- a talisman- an amulet
    That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-
    The words- the syllables! Do not forget
    The trivialest point, or you may lose your labour
    And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
    Which one might not undo without a sabre,
    If one could merely comprehend the plot.
    Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
    Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
    Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
    Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet’s, too,
    Its letters, although naturally lying
    Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando-
    Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying!
    You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.

     

     

    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.

    how does he get in to her

    ECSTASY EXECUTIONER 3

    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.

    the paradox of resistance came when she acted he reacted and as Newton contends there is no going back. So do it Peter. You have to it is a must not a maybe.

    ECSTASY EXECUTIONER 5

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    You can search for nothing and find exactly what is meant for you, pass it by and you will regret it all your life

    ECSTASY EXECUTIONER 6

    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.
    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.

    he knows how to one

    he knows how to one

    lift the sleeping spirit

    carry it to the tomb

    moan its glory

    gone

    and tightness

    gone

    flaccid curling

    wipes its

    glisten

    on the

    crevice

    again,again,again

    only he

    can

    again

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