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NEMESIS was the goddess of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. She was a personification of the resentment aroused in men by those who commited crimes with apparent impunity, or who had inordinate good fortune.

Nemesis directed human affairs in such a way as to maintain equilibrium. Her name means she who distributes or deals out. Happiness and unhappiness were measured out by her, care being taken that happiness was not too frequent or too excessive. If this happened, Nemesis could bring about losses and suffering. As one who checked extravagant favours by Tykhe (Tyche) (Fortune), Nemesis was regarded as an avenging or punishing divinity.

In myth Nemesis was particularly concerned with matters of love. She appears as an avenging agent in the stories of Narkissos and Nikaia, whose callous actions brought about the death of their wooers. In some versions of the Trojan War, she was the mother of Helene, and is shown in scenes of her seduction by Paris pointing an accusing finger at the girl.

Nemesis was often sometimes depicted as a winged goddess. Her attributes were apple-branch, rein, lash, sword, or balance. Her name was derived from the Greek words nemêsis and nemô, meaning “dispenser of dues.” The Romans usually used the Greek name of the goddess but sometimes also named her Invidia (Jealousy) and Rivalitas (Jealous Rivalry).

Rattus Rattus Incognito

Clinging the rat sucks and gnaws

belying its tenacity to subtly overcome,

nibble by nibble lick by lick it harpoons

seeing flesh ready willing and able

it never ends


overcome by the innuendo

Once Eros arrives Thanatos cannot be far behind and life cycle of monarch butterfly

Once Eros arrives Thanatos cannot be far behind

and life cycle of monarch butterfly

She was in death’s pupa stage, it had cast its mantle over her and she never left.

It squeezed her so tight she couldn’t breath. This instar is a temporary cover to protect you from the initial state of shock. You have five instars she hadn’t left one

Death at any time is difficult, sudden death is like Sisyphus hiding from it, it is going to get you, and you just can’t prepare for it.

She wasn’t prepared.

She needs now to peep out at the temporal world and in time she will see the eternal and peace.

The thread of death is never cut, only the thread of life is cut.

You can never forget anything that is connected to the Gods.

Once the thread of someone’s life is cut it will never be severed from your own self.

Pulling off the pupa is difficult you can’t force it but you can help it. As she lay transfixed the wind of her hands went over her body.

She continued telling her that the negative spirits and energy were being pulled out of her.

Don’t fight it.

The panic rose. Slowly she was told let it out as the wind of her hands dragged all her energy away.

She herself could feel the strength of her; it was if the instars had welded together, she asked her to sit up.

Her back was a selection of monticule like calcified stones; a cold stiff chrysalis where kneading them did nothing.

She pulled back her shoulder and pressed her vertebrae, all the way down tittles of ice like ore, this metamorphoses would take time. She tried the other shoulder gently forcing it as far back as it would go.

She sighed.

So did she.


She lay back down, wait there, she ran to the attic for a crystal and oil.

When she came back fear was washing over her, being alone in this state is punishment.

She placed the crystal on her head and got her to smell the oil.

She wanted to talk but sometimes the talk is over, it’s now doing time.

Continuously she swept her hands over her, pulling from the stomach, releasing tightness.

Then the head where she was crucified by thoughts and feverish memories.

Shush came into the room and stood mesmerised.

The intensity of this ritual was exhausting she felt the perspiration running down her back.

Would you sit up?

And they talked then for an hour.

Talk was of













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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:






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!


Hold my hand


misericordia, misericordia, misericordia
mercy,mercy,mercy, fallacious fellatio, on your knee’s to thee highest in heaven
the thunder of the thrush hidden in the scrub
hold on wait ,hear me
child, tender child
little tweet, honest on the snow
golden strands vomit, gurgle


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THE AUTOMATONES were metalic statues of animal, men and monsters crafted and made animate by the divine smith Hephaistos. Automatons were also manufactured by the great Athenian craftsman Daidalos.

Plato, Euthyphro 11d (trans. Lamb) (Greek philosopher C4th B.C.) :
“I am a more clever artist than Daidalos, inasmuch as he made only his own works move.”

Plato, Meno 97d :
“Sokrates : You have not observed with attention the images of Daidalos. But perhaps there are none in your country.
Meno : What is the point of your remark?
Sokrates : That if they are not fastened up they play truant and run away; but, if fastened, they stay where they are . . . To possess one of his works which is let loose does not count for much in value; it will not stay with you any more than a runaway slave: but when fastened up it is worth a great deal, for his productions are very fine things.” [N.B. Socrates pretends to believe the old legend according to which Daedalus, the first sculptor, contrived a wonderful mechanism in his statues by which they could move.]

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