Are you passionate?
Are u an idiot?
Are you a piece of ice?
Are u a piece of meat?
Do you live? How does one know one is lacking passion within oneself? How to pursue passionate life? Is it a must have? How to live with fire? How to make fire? How to keep fire burning? How to cook? How to keep oneself warm? How to tolerate heat? How to keep fire alive in you? How not to be burned alive? Is it wise to burnout?
poetry
Whistle Hello Kitty
Do you know Jemma Lucy? Fractions
She is lighter now than when she started some weeks ago. Lighter, not as heavy as she was in her heaviest, approachable. Less of flesh, fleshiness in right places, round but not thin nor fat, seductive to look at.
Picture of a naked woman hand on crotch smiling by the pool. Jump in.
Picture of a woman in bikini posing and bending. Jump in. Picture of a woman flaunting her ample cleavage, perky posterior in a snake print swimsuit soaking up in the sun. Jump in.
boob boob boob job, job job job toned body in a khaki bikini on Ibiza Holiday after causing a stir. Stirring beauty. How does she do it?
Beauty sported with a pair of pale pink jogging bottoms, look at her ass. Now hands full with her Luis Vuitton carrier in one hand and a mobile in the other barely containing herself in floral bikini, look at her ass. Jemma Lucy looks like she is pregnant. Look at her ass. Who needs the millennium falcon pert posterior in revealing swimsuit? I don’t even know what that means.
What is eating? Everything. This action we must do and be compelled to commit every day. Stay focused even though the focus is on wrong things, always the same things, such as asses and breasts, sex and things we can grab. Nothing wrong with sex. No, but something wrong with neuroticism and blind obsession. Body means very different kinds of things to everybody even though it is to mean very simple pleasures in life and yet a necessity to be able to enjoy one’s body and somebody else’s body, to enjoy life. And how do we do it? No other interest than self-interest and pictures to look at?
End of poetry is end of man. Use of power, power we have, force we do not have and how we claim it, tools in use.
We use a lot of power even though we may think we do not. We also deliberately abuse power to become more powerful compared to others to have position, status of a powerful to become memorable and significant, meaningful, rich and noted members of society to live well. We often times don’t have to think about using power, having used power or having power in every day until we do not have it, until we are stepped over, silenced and exploited. When we are to be killed, vanished and doomed to non-existence. To have power begins organically out of making oneself, growing up bigger and learning what one can do, what one can think, think of doing and saying and then putting those ideas into action.
Power used over people especially women can go like this: She is stupid, she is crazy, she is arrogant, she is boring, she is weird, she is uninteresting, she is silent, she is distant, she is a jerk, she is religious, she is a believer, she is a nerd, she is an angel, she is kind, she is tacky, she a bad dresser, she is a bad artist, she is invisible, she is untalented, she is quite good, she is incompetent, she is ok, she is old, she is young, she is ugly, she looks wrong, she is a whore, she is unreliable, she is fun, she is tall, she is too short, she wears too much makeup, she dresses like a tart, she is unemployed, she is lazy, she is poor, she is greedy, she is jealous, she is bitter, she is a drunk, she is a drug addict, she is prude, she is rude, she is an exhibitionist, she is pervert
on and on the things given for her to be and she becomes a fabrication by people a person and a tragedy continued by people who hear this story about her and feel better than she is. When these adjectives and characteristics mold her within it is no wonder there is a rejection and an image that is almost impossible to alter because her word is not worthy and she has been seen drunk and badly dressed. It does not make any difference what she says or does when experts have spoken and witnessed her state. In expert society anybody can be an expert who is trained especially. Experts speak in a specific way and are well connected. They have power and they are believed in as they are legitimated by authorities, accomplishments, friends, places and institutions. Their word is trusted until it is proven wrong and expert loses face. Losing face is in expert circles the worst thing that can happen.
You might also say that she is easy, she is uncomplicated, she is strange, she is vicious, she is bad mouthed, she is black-hearted, she is devious, she is malicious, she is cunning, she is dullSo you see it is not insignificant what you let out of your mouth and how you see other people. Yea there are experts you know.
Glaring body, origin of, pulled out of something beautiful. Out of that glaring body and it is still shining its light like a lamppost on a dark street.
His naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart or young inexperienced mind, trusting or having lived with only one perspective to a view.
Her naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart, which is more easy to say, that it was she who is naive, still. Unchanged as she remains, trusting, believing, faithful and true. That is what naive means, in a way. You do not change when you don’t have to or because you are afraid and believe truths of others instead of your own. When you are afraid the truth of your own, afraid because it may end up hurting you, because it is not the truth of the most of the world. Or maybe it is but they are afraid of it too.
Labia minora kissing Venus Impudique
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Vulva is a door. It is a sow and woman riding it. She lifting her skirt with dagger in her hand. Sight chases the demons away. Pit of chastity, of virtue, entry, passage way, vestibule, horns of Uterus, Fallobian tubes, Interforamireum, space between two holes. Genitalis Mueliebris Ambitus. There was a time when female genitalia had no shame. Women didn’t have to be ashamed of their bodies.
Openness that is seen as an invitation to invade and intrude.
Heart of an air hostess.
As heart of a waitress, but in air. As a take-off, landing, a journey anywhere, like an ad. Heart of a passenger with a mission of moving ahead going somewhere and coming back, a plan to leave. An experience, something that is more fun, enjoyable, would be enjoyable to remember. It is a beat, a calling, a seduction, a vacation, a job, moving of a body and mind. It takes a lot to make that beating of a heart as it continues, on and on, and why the muscle hits with the rhythm of the same, with pace of similar but individual. We recognize it and think we know it. Beat of choosing, pushing the button of a destination on computer screen. Palm trees and going there, arriving there, exploring it there, learning it. Having a good time there.
Heart as warmth, a symbol of love and strength, a warm bloody gushy sounding organ inside her makes you vomit, it is so profoundly familiar and too close, kindness and hospitality, a smile on her and the blood. For passengers to ask for help, to place trust upon as you paid for it, someone to count on to bring a blanket. Moving on with a cart with drinks and snacks. Sitting down to rest her feet. Hearts of many air hostesses moving back and forth on passages in the air to take care of passengers.
Sounds as chanting this world, Christ is crisis. Chanting in crisis. Chanting an end.
Call it divine, call it repetition of the name, repetition of the sound, call it repetition of the act, the same movement, the same fear and hate in the call,
do not expect the same, expect the worst, do not expect the sane, expect lunacy, expect your narrowest nightmare corridor with mass of people in it with you unable to breathe, with them and their smells unwashed.
Call it hypothetical trust, blind hypothetical trust, insane hypothetical belief, expect the unseen, the unknown purity command, fury, need to make the idea of purity happen in black. See the flag, see the scarfs, see the eyes. Nothing will turn their heads around from this mission. Nothing. Crisis is in the not negotiable, in the smallest space, in the smallest breaths inhaled, in passing out with the rest.
ThreatExpect the crisis, threatExpect the hurt, threatExpect the ill, it will come, it will be a terrorist, call it a terrorist, call it an organizationTerrrrrrrrroriiiiiist, Terrrrrrrrrrrroriiiiist! It will be an explosion, a blast. Call it what you will, call it fear, terror, tyranny, call it many of who were hurt, many of those who are dead. Call it your blind heart, call it the answer of the kind heart.
It is not a comical POW. It is not a comical savage. It is the hidden savage of Christ, the one you deny, the one you do not want to acknowledge, because it is in you, in your religion. Smell of the divine captivated, taken, imprisoned. Moral imperative making monsters, sounds of this world, being a monster in an acceptable way, the same way as chanting righteousness, justice, superiority. Us and them, heaven and threat, Paradise of safety and Hell for the uncovered. Those who did what they had to do. Those who accomplish God’s plan to save what there is for us to be saved, next to nothing. Standing next to nothing, next to a plan of salvation drawn onto ground.
