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Dungeness

When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys Edible family in the mobile home Prize dogs wives and horses

Very beautiful and very useless The embrace of the octopus Confusing data streams I don't know my way to the sea

When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys The Mary in the marsh All the shimmers Grattage, ludicrous reverie Around this absent center

Invite the shore into my bed With your dreams When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys

Je te salue, vieil Océan!’ . . . your chasms are our own unconscious furrowed with fugitive memories

Unity is sub-marine Vegetal family in the mobile home Prize dogs wives and horses Unity is submarine When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys

Pa vo beuzet Paris Ec'h adsavo Ker Is When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys

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notes from others

Bone dust fertilizer

Interdivergent neural pathways of aural inversion

Suspended overdetermination

Framing video

I WANT TO BITE

The hypersensual cyborg experiences herself as a galaxy of audiotactile sensations.

martian surface textures in brummagem tunbels

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Dungeness

When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys Edible family in the mobile home Prize dogs wives and horses

Very beautiful and very useless The embrace of the octopus Confusing data streams I don't know my way to the sea

When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys The Mary in the marsh All the shimmers Grattage, ludicrous reverie Around this absent center

Invite the shore into my bed With your dreams When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys

Je te salue, vieil Océan!’ . . . your chasms are our own unconscious furrowed with fugitive memories

Unity is sub-marine Vegetal family in the mobile home Prize dogs wives and horses Unity is submarine When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys

Pa vo beuzet Paris Ec'h adsavo Ker Is When Paris will be engulfed Will re-emerge the City of Ys

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I’m not so sure on the repetition

(Shrieking) Transmuting piss to estrogen phobia to philia (!!!!!!) (Speaking) transmuting piss to estrogen phobia to philia slipping emetic into the drink of the zeitgeist she creates feeling where none existed I long to communicate in pheromone breezes, soft porous, always wakes the same way: spread apart, slightly, bound ribs to feel too tight. tended, cracked to the point of exhaustion and the overwhelming trembling of mangled xerosis. third finger and thumb, strained to tap twice on deeper, raw blue veins. gaped now on an oral fisure, pale beside this incontinence. And so divinely would admit   to watch carefully as she swallows, to confess vision, contact, reap the burning spete, fast her chemical comand. nothing so crude as untangling my tongue You think my tongue is rhythmical, you say I'm only allowed a few But these are things you knows I know I KNOW! So chastise me, baby bite me, please? Acid winds ablate my skin, I pulsate and throb! I float upwards. Inflatable and terrible. I'm itchy I'm irritable cracked to the point of exhaustion and the overwhelming trembling of mangled xerosis. third finger and thumb, strained to tap twice on deeper, raw blue veins. I will take the sun into my mouth Offer sacrifice with a lamb in the doghouse And a white dog on the road

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Offer sacrifice with a lamb in the doghouse / And a white dog on the road

Offrir le sacrifice avec un agneau dans la niche / Et un chien blanc sur la piste

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the romance of sheets, a slick when I took my hands away from his throat Ruling, the opposite of sacrifice, uncut, the woolly body kindled in the green the lamb’s throat like a dream of Leonoras the opposite of spectacle, not absorbing the gaze but the dustup of things going further giving off light like night water, giving back the gorgeous into the 7 self MKULTRA neutralisation on Natare Tuonare QUICK disacidtive speaking in tongues, costeno mental sustenter produced respense dig,tal US Hyper psychosis death drive + + I had inscribed there, a fallen form, small, fursheen, film still, a body suddenly small enough to fill a tear duct. the sky a god mouth, a crow. with its parts, the fetish of her: a cell from the lining, spit, a follicle.

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Prepared with English butter, of course. Snowflake? more like flaked out Cream crackered I see no reason we can’t be bigger than Paris Deep in the bowels Going full English Today we are talking women, money and power. If you have no daughters… give then to sons Worshipping at the shrine to Modernism Liz Truss instagram captions

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Lost indoor As she burns out Mancunian Way She sends west rays Gamma Oh damn a Ra ra skirt Turns out I'm short of a stocking Lock in Lu said I'm trade A made in Yorkshire thigh White as the sky is high Tell a lie with a side eye I'm fine, how's the graze? I've not seen fresh air in six days

(lyrics by aya)

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Transmuting piss to estrogen, phobia to philia, slipping emetic into the drink of the zeitgeist, she creates feeling where none existed. In my anhedonia this seems like magic. I long to communicate in pheromone breezes, nothing so crude as untangling my tongue.

(from Vesp by Porpetine)

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soft porous, always wakes the same way: spread apart, slightly, bound ribs to feel too tight. tended, cracked to the point of exhaustion and the overwhelming trembling of mangled xerosis. third finger and thumb, strained to tap twice on deeper, raw blue veins. gaped now on an oral fisure, pale beside this incontinence. And so divinely would admit   to watch carefully as she swallows, to confess vision, contact, reap the burning spete, fast her chemical comand.

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A bite could save a life! She lay, arms spread, head rested, legs curled up. Like a babe, she slept sweetly. Her fleshy cere limply open. She was larger than me. I had starved myself to the size of a small Passeridae. I had shrunk to smaller than a finch. I reached out to her fingers to stroke. She pulsated still. I crept further up her legs, pressing her flesh and feathers between my nails. She crumbled. The sun had pulvirised her. Her gastric juices were glistening and sizzling in the sunlight. To masticate her would be so wrong but I could not keep my fingers to myself. I reached further into her. She was so warm. I needed to enter her to be safe. I launched my legs, tucked them in and rested my head in her chest. Her blood crusted under my nails and dripped from my teeth. The meat was old, dry, and tough. I could only swallow a small piece at a time. But every piece I relished, every drop I sipped. I gagged on the fibres, but I was so hungry I forced it down. I smacked my lips with pleasure. I could feel the blood vessels, the tendons, and the marrow all slipping down my throat. My gullet greased with her blood. I crunched through her. She satisfied me. I was in ecstasy. I was in a food coma. I was in a food nirvana. I was in a food Shangri-La. I was in a food Eden. I was so content in her. I felt her warmth, her safety. I knew I would be reborn. I felt death around me, but I was safe in her. I felt her organs, her heart, her liver, her lungs. They were all mine. I ate them all. I ate until I was sick, until I vomited, until I was sated. I ate until I could eat no more. And as I ate, I grew. I grew in size, I grew in strength. I grew in power. I was becoming her. I became the creature that she once was.

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girlfriends are better than therapy treatment thats more than skin deep relief, remedy, recovery get a grip on your life getting happiness out of your work, or you may never know happiness the best therapy? heaphones and good music beat the muscle spasm dont get bedridden yuppie fatigue syndrome 😴

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Me!

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Girlfriends are better than therapy

I would like to promote a unique strand of sterilisation therapy. This method is used primarily to sterilise deep and moist wounds. Only a wound that is exudating is suitable. If a wound is too dry or too broad, it does not give a sufficient environment for the therapy. Many patients and doctors find this type of sterilisation distasteful, but don’t worry there are trusted protective measures you can take to prevent decampment. The discomfort for the patient can arise from the tickling sensation the therapy creates. As the load writhes around in the wound it can affect quite a particular sensitivity from the movement. Most people are unaware of the presence of anything populating the pit, especially if they are not warned beforehand.

The practice is known as debridement. Necrotic tissue is consumed and digested extracorporeally by the constituents placed within the mouth of the laceration. Tissue is liquefied and subsequently absorbed over a few days. The cut might become a little wetter with a pink discharge and might develop a characteristic smell, all this is a natural consequence of the therapy. It can take up to 5 days, during which the contents will grow as they feed on the necrotic tissue. Though they indeed do grow substantially, they will not multiply within the wound, as they are still in their adolescence. After the feeding is finished, a pure and aseptic cavity is left and should heal in no time.  

Medicinal maggots are entirely sterile. They are bred in colonies, containing 400-600 flies each, sustained on a diet of sugar and water. When eggs are required, their producer places a fresh hunk of pig’s liver into their cage. Then, on top of the liver the flies harvest their eggs. Inside the egg, the maggot embryo is entirely sterile, naturally so. You need not worry about the maggot introducing any new pathogens to the wound, because there is no contamination through the hatching process. They are remarkably efficient at macerating waste organic matter, making your wound their ideal pre-digested home.

These maggots are perfectly safe and sanitary but suffer from a serious image problem. Other doctors use penicillin but if you find the right one, you too can get stuffed with decay and filth. Primitive, medieval, pruning shears nipping piecemeal at the genitals, acid, ants. You’ll wake up sweating and oozing and you’ll convince yourself you can feel them crawling all over you. They’ll give up on your rotting flesh and consume you alive too. You can experience corporeal decay and digestion before even facing death. Seconds after they are removed and already, you’ll feel a presence has left you, your wound is lifeless, inanimate. You want this. You deserve this. The necrophagous treatment is having its resurgence.

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Lana Del Rey Liverpool FC

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Polycephy cat

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