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”
Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016
Succumb Time AOD 10.30 11.11.2016
The Seirenes are coming
Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought.
That’s what is happening : it’s curtains, get it together and take action. It made no sense dying from what? When? How? Why?
The journey to the Dr’s was an intense overriding of bodily Continue reading “Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016”
Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11
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Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @
11.11
Ambulance doors open.
She’s arrived.
Somewhere.
Expectancy heightens the ‘imminent’.
With no dissent she is lowered down from the ambulance put on a stretcher and wheeled down a corridor.
‘You’re ok’ said the ambulance man pushing fast.
What? she thinks
A face appears above hers, eyes brown and intense he’s telling her she needs to sign a form, a disclaimer in case she bleeds to death, has a stroke, a h……..her mind which had been compliant and silent is now in overload: too much assiduity and action.
‘What go away’ she thinks
What is he on about?
She hates being centre of attention and mostly she hates Continue reading “Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11”
Engineering Passive Suicide
Engineering something is easy once you know how. The easiest thing to engineer is behaviour.
People in power know this. Without stating the obvious you’re one click Continue reading “Engineering Passive Suicide”

when the night drags like a tadpole
undulating towards
metamorphosis
when the day seeks the night
rotating
blackness
in here an evaporation
deep wells of
milky way reflect
on the lighted
seas
where the boat rocks in
cosmic indifference
to
the slippery hand
of
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