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bittersweet diggings of Existential Essentialism: of magical realisms & dystopian cataclysms
emptiness abound.
and then, there’s these things.
quite magical
awakening shrill cold water showers. steamy cup of teas..
that pleasant fermentative kitchen organoleptic , of a spicy
esp. fenugreeky mango~ pickled clinking ceramic jars.. in
still indelible spell of such invoking emanations.. though
sitting here as only an upturned silent centre~ room relic
antique inert piece of idleness now...
or a glimmery homemade curd... mirroring wobbly delicate
on its drawing in non~ synereses~ ly super soft cakey ponds
of a lil jellifying~ dexterously textured hints in its sumptuous
& freshly jostling~ as one formative over nightly meditating
stream of a creamy body from ‘the culture’ in lil~ metered
dosage.. quietly & warm in homogeneous stir~ spread adds..
or those embryonically~ curling cozy naturalistic postures
of a baby sleep often.. from a naturalistic delving out zygotic
déjà vu in (sub)conscious embeds… & feeling your fleshy tasting
smell of love.. in impressing traces of simulative kisses & crushing
(re)flexes of making love, over the silk-cottony stuffed soft pillows
almost dissolving eventual unto my skin-deep sleepiness, in core
reminding of the worldly pragmatic realm of emotionless robotics
as the only in omnipresence, the devolving populace..but yet some
lacey fringes still sparsely laden with dreamy miraging oasis of
Truth & Hope of the Bigger Logic of Nebulic Eye & Blackhole
Singularity.. amidst the putrid booming world of terrible lies
for once, these same puffy pillows so old.. under dissection
- only were stinkingly staling in corpses of decays … emulative
of diseased~ rotten bellies & eggy noxious hydrogen sulphide
gaseous sewage killer chambers of a concretely urbane sabotaging
times... full of filthy swelling bandicoots & kaliyug roaches of
omnivorously hunting opportunistic subterranean lowlives...
.. & then those guerrilla~ warfaring cannibals in dark~ clayey
predacious camouflages of a bogging Rafflesia~ bloody trapping
mouths in the ever-widening waits..
& then, also those rising from the unsleeping burials, ghosts of
the cursed~ living in vampirish appetites of gluttonies & more..
Published 20th Nov 2020
| Edited 21st Nov 2020
Author's Note
#102 ERULGCT . Rob xx
Also #NoPoo/ 9/ 20112020/ 23:17:49
pic: web. Iona Miller 2020 Archetypal Overview
Also #NoPoo/ 9/ 20112020/ 23:17:49
pic: web. Iona Miller 2020 Archetypal Overview
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You open with this magnification of being that is gorgeous. Then it seems an intuitive exploration of the zeitgeist, the pervasive and prevalent unawareness, manifesting in various forms. It's always an immersive and revelatory experience Uma. 🙏🏻💖
20th Nov 2020 11:04pm
Wow!!! A morning narative of joy then down into the depths of the human condition...you have captured something that escapes most others uma.
🙏 Harry
🙏 Harry
