when he touched her wet he drained obsequiously in the shallow oxygen and hallucinated

My heart has asked me

Asked me to listen

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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”

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

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

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000bdm2

Do roses grow…when you have not seen any light…what happens there I do not know…

Biting his rosary to bits…

I did not look when he called on me these eyes I did not see

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

The Windhover
by
Gerald Manley Hopkins
To Christ Our Lord
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

When science can't explain desire,passion, connection, magical waves, connsumation and subsumation
When science can’t explain desire,passion, connection, magical waves,consummation and subsummation

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

Perseus

 

Take me to the dark place

Where mother Mary’s halo does not shine

Feel my cylinder firing prostatic fluid

There is no rappel for you from these heights

of ardour

call mary mother

she can’t come

only

I

Suffer Little Children: Indoctrination Closes Catholics Critical Faculties; to Fuck Children it's Canonical
Suffer Little Children: Indoctrination Closes Catholics Critical Faculties; to Fuck Children it’s Canonical
Suffer Little Children: Where Was Mother Mary to Save them!
Suffer Little Children: Where Was Mother Mary t

Hail Hosanna Mother Mary

the earth iconised with your

fullness and glory

Disguised with cold clear marble stone

Coloured in votive appreciation

hiding the scars and crucified minds

Lady lady mother Mary quite contrary

our garden does not grow

our pantheist stabbed in the heart

The well is full with dryness sucking and

anthropomorphising what’s not but thinking it is

Nature nature mother nature your us

not thee mother Mary

you are a

FALLACY

silent hunters

killing pure minds

with their

paedophilic priestly cocks

What does it take to react

to suffer does it mean

they will

inherit the

earth

is that how it is

seen

the lone lamb

against the

flock

you

the Vatican

there is no chance

once separated

and alone with

the monster

and his

priestly penis

the lamb is led to

slaughter

inheriting nothing

only psychic pain

physical torture and

degradation

BLIND-DEAF-DUMB-INERT-THE FLOCK

 

 

 

Suffer Little Children: Sacrificial Papal Filth
Suffer Little Children: Sacrificial Papal Filth
Suffer Little Children:Priests Fuck You
Suffer Little Children:Priests F

Excuses lies condemnation sorrow shame

makes no difference as there

is no x communication

let me fuck,rape and abuse you

kiss and slobber all over you

here is the soul killer

the avenger of love

the proselytiser

of hatred

purity

terminator

 

 

Christ’s Cross of Misery Children’s ‘Hell on Earth’

It started with a kiss, a hug, a share, a pat on the back,

A kind word, a rub of the hair

Aren’t you a lovely boy

It was all downhill from there

Signs and symbols the unknown the innocence

The dot on the i

Ripped from his bulging fulcrum

He says rub that little boy

The silent hand shakily knows

It’s not right, the dark mind is covetous

Feeling something but what he’s scared

Pull down that zip that’s a good man

Nervous unsteady tapering and tedious

Forcing wincing the smell- the encouragement

That’s lovely I’ll do it a fissure like bone

Veiny marbled purple white pink  its

ocular slash stares back at him

before

He knew it a big hand cups his

Rub that go on rub it- up and down- up and down

Good lad, faster- faster=

keep going open your mouth

QUICK

he started to feel sick a rising tide pulsed up

against his hand

mammy mammy mammy

A mercurial liquid salty thick glutenous squirts

In his face-he starts crying- ah stop it

You know God said only the best boys

Crying harder-whimpering- sweating-wetting himself

You’ll go to hell now stop it

he felt

A slap on his face

and a sigh from his

Suffer Little Children-Christ's Cross of Misery 'Hell on Earth'
Suffer Little Children-Christ’s Cross of Misery ‘Hell on Earth’

HASH-REHASH- ####

The common starter drug but equally with the prefix‘re’ becomes what we  see, hear and speak

what makes us equally full of it ‘SHIT’

All media pour out the agenda of incestuous manure until they consume us within our own slurry. 

The pandemic icon is lines within lines over lines, boxed and caged in until we are sucked into our anus

We’re rotting

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