petit mort
petit mort
petit mort
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Quietly Death
he knows how to two
things become made up
glazing his eyes watery
blue making it up
they romance the
earth with
his hot lips
flesh on
flesh
a street
spirit
searching
he knows how to three
mix it up when it’s hard
pulling the strip back
watching
it drips
holding on
licking the redness
he could kill it
softly
he’s a tough
man
Somebody That I Used To Know-Gotye
Abilene Paradox
Oblivious to the
tune of
time
It passed
He roared quietly
Inside
Three deer a tiger and a lion
Grazed
Near the
Stream of fate
That
He couldn’t cross
Beyond all knowing
Risking the
The realm’s chance
On the other
Side
A dream passed
His face
Cold
Chilling
A flame on
His forehead
Prophesised
His atomic
Destiny
Take the leap
of
faith
into paradise
swim in the
well
of sweet
this is
the
paradox
Lek Paradox
It takes wisdom
For this operating
System to work
destructive
And impulsive
The flames grab
At her
veil
The universe adjusts
Systematically
Hotter and hotter
Burned to a
crisp
She looks through
The embers
Seeing him
Touching
The hem
Rising in his
Glory
Waiting for the
Attacks
Ripped apart
There is
No going
Back
Another
paradox
Hardy’s Paradox
When a question
Is an
Answer
To the
Biggest thought
you have ever
had
Turn it on
Its head
Imbibe it daily
With piercing
Glances
Ragged roots
Contain
the world’s
Plague
What’s going
on
Relentless
the wool’s weft
is spun
warped and
knotted
coloured in
skein
Pandora’s box
is opened
hold on
the bridge has
fallen
there is
the
paradox
Hedgehog Dilemma
Is up up or is it down
Depends on how you look at it
Perspective
Is
your own
Like those that come under
the mantle of care
and
curiosity
The burrowers
they dig
in
Don’t share
Never
Ever
Share
you will
Be left
in a state of
Disrepair
They just can’t leave you
Alone
They mimic a
cultured
sawft sawfft
Voice
And a kind kind
Eye
They squeeze
with triggers
drops
more
drops
Be careful
In the end
they will slit your
Throat
That’s the
Paradox
Surge-ons Urge
At the root of man is the sexual urge
You can deny and condemn
It’s there it lingers in wait for the future
no stronger and more potent does it live than in the loins of a surgeon
It is disguised don’t confuse potency with exposure
Lying on that surface close controlled welling
it breaks through the skin
cutting into the mind arrested by the brain digging in with the
sabre
Each cut and prod probing deeper down
into darknesses foray
Holding on tight to life seizing and sensing this luscious red flow
Only they can know the brutal urgency within and without
Once the foil is down they would lie wait cool control orgasmic let the urge abate
start over again with the épée
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Nature only has to sit back and wait.
We don’t need much help with our incestuous hate
Contrary to the adage ‘knowledge economy’ we become:
Distant
Incongruent
Uncalibrated
Disjointed
Destroyed
The complexity of the want and Fuck u mind is the only economy birthed from this new notion of knowledge acquisition= economy
Dumb wits
Save the world they are killing it.
Nature watches the self cannibalisation
Disequilibrium based on disconnection from self
Alienation employs what it knows best: terror, we rust inside
Kill yourselves oh how sad!
Schadenfreude
Hold my hand
when death isn’t an option la petite mort
hand carved plaster
Papier Mâché Hare with gold leaf on plaster and wire
petit mort
petit mort
petit mort
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Decky do
Cultural Cannibalisation Imaginings-enough is never enough-NOTHING EXISTS HERE.... or anywhere......it's all IN YOUR MIND..... 
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