Discontinuous

Indetermind, Indetermind, No name No edges One vast, exuberant continuum, Viscous Primordial substance a PURE Radiant Immanence. all, before before the violent ejection, sudden umbilical severance floating there, in infinite numinous potential; eventually, we must all become discontinuous beings..

Called from the ether, i wake, finding the cold world wrapped tight, around my plasterine shoulders Scuttling from the darkness a scorpion lays their sting — on my fresh exposed ankle, Suppressed a scream escaping, whilst swollen and pouring scarlet I realise this new shiny thing called Dawn breaking head over the horizon: A light so blinding no mercy, in its illuminated spectrum. I catch the world as it spins + turns a sickening perpetual motion trapped, in the relentless barefoot march across the horrifyingly endless expanse of being. myself, infinitesimal, an ant waddling across the expanding Interzone animating, incrementally over passing years of revelatory shocks before looming mirrors reflecting the truth, of my naive image. Clueless this soft organic machine marred by terrible confusion worn down by the incessant fight to digest the semiotic, + daytime razor illusions. each day, only slight hesitation when setting out across tempestuous tides doggy paddling away from desolation, towards this imaginary faraway Land with unassimilable, Uroboric answers.

Ex Utero along goes an archaic story dragged over well-trodden cobbles of a mercurial city, in constant arrival wide worldly faces pass through magnificent regal buildings erected on calcified remains of mass imperial violence a prominent backdrop to the bondage of expectations chipping away at the concrete block of adolescence sharpened tongues made a porous, leaky heart saturating every cell with the bile of strangers the personality slowly squandering into a vestigial instrument shrivelled warped from unforgiving tyrannical Flagellations. the old must die the old must die the old must die the old must die 🕯 Start, simply moon praying and, for each disease bred through entombed denial a glaring opportunity transpires: ////// rupture ////// a multitude of tiny deaths accumulating from the miracles of flame dance prophetic pareidolia calls with each burning candle the infinite weight of shame — dissipating slightly, more until broken are monotonous cycles of discontentment with iron fists held to the elongated darkness… I, reawaken, one unforgettable, glorious morning that Joissance all that's needed a momentary lapse in the discontinuous illusion hoisting the heavy bucket from the bottomless well of spirit. — It was behind closed doors Solitary a blossoming, secret indulgence in stark sanguine revelations oozing wet that inexplicable substance. miraculously pooling over goosebumps irrefutable, crystal reflections of a pure sovereign will wild ancient magick dripping intoxicating alchemical proportions. With tender ferocity spinning new being from excrement As Life, desire, feeling rematerialised through the crimson roarsach blotches on worn neglected pages where reading between subliminal lines had once prayed for blindness now revived by all that dies the fool stepping off their throne of thorns needs to be born on a pulsating dancefloor full of angels so the great wheel of fortune crowns, another divine beginning.

Meandering to riverside contemplation a flock of cranes joins earnestly gulping down salty Mersey soul lyrics recounting folk tales gathered round the liquid mirror orally we're manifesting delirious transgression — drawing spirals on many zealous tongues eternally time travelling bursting sweet nothings from capacitated lungs resonating far beyond constraints of greying matter, we shake + stomp + shout till the whole world waltzes with jesters' clothing after all it is We each of our births yielding new ways of seeing So courageously grab that act of refusal to stay dead by the horns in a world viciously cannibalising whatever remains of valiant human spirit every desire, conceived with love throws us forth into another, imperative unravelling. so go sew hope in tender hearts clawed carefully bandage blown-out vocal chords with kiss kiss kisses to life's sensational precarity. alchemise the eternal wound of violent ejection with our own futuristic erotogenic rituals... finally. project those angel-like oesophagal splutterings with knees dirtied in wonder — all the while meticulously assembling a whole newfangled world from the passionate caress of blood, sweat, + clay.