where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Then more features were added until this little thing here,” he says holding up a small mobile phone, “was as powerful as this pile of now defunct pieces of equipment.” He says as the camera pans to an assortment of computers, cameras and other once highly sought after electronic devices.
Watch the arms swing with intent to harm, the selfless of selfishness shown as an animated gif, placed in the corner of your screen, so accustomed to the feebleness of today, you ignore the importance of the deceptive nature given fly to authorities, web-sex, roleplaying pornography in pixels, succumb to the violence, masturbate, fornicate inside your mind, hook your genitals up to the …
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Suffocating off the will to be, a window, a mirror, a vision of who I could be, the me that could be me, the impossible fortune, the man I don’t know, the mythical version like the bigfoot of old, the forever lie that I wish could be mine, for to die within the lie, without living the dream, seems pitifully useless, for a lie, with no purpose, a …
Slipping within the nothingness of yesteryear, plotting without knowing, sowing seeds that needed to be grown, a care not given, a sin not sinner, worshipping pussy, masturbating from boredom, a hobby non-existent, a life no life at all, believe the abuser, gender bias murders, a political point, a picture drawn in crayon, a hole dug deep, buried, forgotten, but sins, are ever, never, skin deep…
Time lost from my side, it was never there for me, we never saw the images of life there, we wished for time, we wished for me, time took it away from me, time lost the you in you, prose was made for this to be seen, the name, the smile, climb ahead, see the pain, find the name you wished to call, and call it proudly, as the …
Her eyebrow raises, as does her curiosity. “Not your first time here? That’s something I don’t think I’ve ever heard before. Tell me, how many times have you found yourself upon the soiled plains of Earth?” “It’s so hard to be comfortable in these things,” he says with a smile.
Poison the systems of a body already dying beneath your rule, a withered form decaying, rotting as you use it, putrid flesh, clean the skin, chlorinate the stem, the rot is long set in, nothing to cut away, it’s all lost to the distant pleasures of a time now gone, drugs used to keep the body alive, while death has already set in, peroxide whore without …
A wickedness ten miles long, a thrusting fish, a tight wet thong, a longing for something, a right thing so wrong, the nothing of my memory, the sabotaging of a condom, the badgering, the blackmailing, the child in the middle of the mine field, the smoking gun, the bloody knife, the candle stick, the rope and the fucking pipe, the reasons are many, the rooms lost in place, the versions we …
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“There was some sense of satisfaction, some form of relief. Although I guess if it was my own hair, I would feel much better about it all,” he says with an awkward smile. “Do you mind?” He asks her as he places the hair beneath his nose and sniffs deeply.
he finds himself singing along to the music now and sits up with a jolt of excitement. “So many people don’t realise how influential Yazoo were, and how ingrained ‘Only You’ is, in popular culture. I bet you didn’t even know that Clarke was a founding member of Depeche Mode...
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