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?
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what lies at the very pit of hell
I awoke to the sound of lights flickering
Like the tache-noir peeled back
To begin humans and maladaptive
Ones staring
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.
Ra sent his eye to her to solve this type of human involvement in underworldly rebirths.
She is the fiercest of hunters and Goddess of healing. Her breath will blow around him and as a fierce hunter, she wears the head of a lion, patience and stealth is her game.
She is: before whom evil trembles-mistress of dread-lady of slaughter and she who mauls.
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.
Imentet watched and waited………………….
The paradox of youth
No it’s not all about you
It’s useful to see how stars form in order to understand the root of this “paradox”. The simple and most basic view of star formation involves a cloud of gas and dust collapsing under its own gravity. This happens as its mass reaches the Jean’s mass, at which point gravity overcomes the expansion of the cloud due to its thermal energy (basically its kinetic energy). Dense areas of the cloud begin to form protostars as matter in the cloud comes together, and these eventually turn into stars.
Either the stars formed somewhere else more distant and then moved near the black hole, or there is a slightly modified process for the formation of these stars that would work near the black hole. These seemingly unlikely processes proposed to explain the presence of the large number of young stars have together been grouped under the name “The Paradox of Youth”.
Pontos and Gaia (Gaea, the Earth) were parents of the ancient deities known as the Old Men of the Sea. By Thalassa, his watery female counterpart, he was the father of fish and other sea creatures. Poseidon, king of the sea, wed Pontos’ eldest granddaughter Amphitrite.
In Greco-Roman mosaics Pontos is depicted as a giant head with a watery-gray beard and crab-claw horns rising from the sea. However, in most mosaic art, Okeanos (Oceanus) supercedes him as the sea personified.
“Verily at first Khaos (Chaos, the Chasm) [Air] came to be, but next wide-bosomed Gaia (Gaea, Earth) . . . and dim Tartaros (the Pit) in the depth of the wide-pathed Earth, and Eros (Love), fairest among the deathless gods, who unnerves the limbs and overcomes the mind and wise counsels of all gods and all men within them. From Khaos (Chaos) came forth Erebos (Darkness) and black Nyx (Night); but of Nyx (Night) were born Aither (Aether, Light) and Hemera (Day), whom she conceived and bore from union in love with Erebos. And Gaia (Earth) first bore starry Ouranos (Uranus, Heaven), equal to herself, to cover her on every side, and to be an ever-sure abiding-place for the blessed gods. And she brought forth long Ourea (Mountains) . . . She bore also the fruitless deep with his raging swell, Pontos (Pontus, Sea), without sweet union of love.”
One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle
He knew
This day would come
Inexorable and bewitching the breath
Of day scorched the earth and the
Moon stared back
Oceans blue surged
And destiny was woven
In golden thread
He followed her
Laying down
The past
The present
The future
Eclipsed
One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle
He knew
This day would come
Inexorable and bewitching the breath
Of day scorched the earth and the
Moon stared back
Oceans blue surged
And destiny was woven
In golden thread
He followed her
Laying down
The past
The present
The future
Eclipsed
Dead
One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle
He knew
This day would come
Inexorable and bewitching the breath
Of day scorched the earth and the
Moon stared back
Oceans blue surged
And destiny was woven
In golden thread
He followed her
Laying down
The past
The present
The future
Eclipsed
One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle
He knew
This day would come
Inexorable and bewitching the breath
Of day scorched the earth and the
Moon stared back
Oceans blue surged
And destiny was woven
In golden thread
He followed her
Laying down
The past
The present
The future
Eclipsed
dead
when death isn’t an option la petite mort
Cultural Cannibalisation Imaginings-enough is never enough-NOTHING EXISTS HERE.... or anywhere......it's all IN YOUR MIND..... 
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