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Atrophy

Demise.

A state I  claim as my own.

A walking catastrophe.

There

I saunter

Meander

in the state of atrophy.

 Cackles  full of apathy

No more I write for pleasure

I write  more for  no pleasure.

Wasted to academic response.

The demise of a broguer weary wasting away on the scribe’s chopping board

The life in an annus miribilis  mocking bird world.

Woken by the tweet ( hashtag) Motivation Monday.

Today’s news

The latest politician to fall into a blunder.

Cordoned off by the first sizzle of thunder.

Dissociate  from a time they could

Muster

Guster

Cluster

words connecting heart and mind

Until

over spillage

Foam  froth

Displayed shapely snowflakes

A Costa ‘s  coffee hallmark.

Glug down for the dawn of the   festival of the dead

 Mourning

in a town close to the  Pennines-

Lost to me is this place meant

To prove to be a better person,

My woe.

Ungirthed

A  spit  fire roasting.

A  moaning myrtle.

Toilets

vacant

Blocked up with  yesterdays cum

By  Yadda Yoda .

Glee geeked a fatal flaw.

A whore — seeking out the currency of words.

Could screaming out his name strengthen muscles of an inner core?

Bathe in white milk entice to indulge in a  favorite parlor  game?

This back drop.

A mood scape.

Blinded archetype to fate.

If this story could end..

Two acts saved by marty’s who implore

Destined by a saviour

Garnished blistered scabbed covered  Hope fulled folklore

May clarity denounce

infinite  notion  of worthlessness

Disparaged hypo-manic thought hindsight

Goaded in to  a contemplative state

sat on the floor

Coloring in books

Mind

Fully Clothed.

hidden from a distance

Write to recover  or die trying to be

A better self

at peace away from this tumultuous existence

These are my words.

atrophy

nounat·ro·phy | \ˈa-trə-fē \plural atrophies

Definition of atrophy 

1: decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue atrophy of musclesalso : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant

2: a wasting away or progressive decline It was not a solitude of atrophy, of negation, but of perpetual flowering.— Willa Catheran atrophy of imagination. 

nounat·ro·phy | \ˈa-trə-fē \plural atrophies

Definition of atrophy 

1: decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue atrophy of musclesalso : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant

2: a wasting away or progressive decline It was not a solitude of atrophy, of negation, but of perpetual flowering.— Willa Catheran atrophy of imagination. 

MERRIAM WEBSTER

Truth bloom

a strewth sleuth of truths

Twice told

Only one to realize

They lied to is

yourself.

Grappled thoughts hazed out of all sincerity

Twice them gamblers cast away all integrity

A dire dice reveals fear & loathing tosser going for a price

Lost to waging another wank with nirvana.

Times now?

Perhaps thrice.

Witness these winners

Outlining unspoken words

ratified a squeaky line of cheese

Exiled

A meta-more selfish imitable of an Ovidian

Kafkas.

Sniffing bloody bursts of betrayal

A mass

Carcass cordoned off by pissing yellow tape.

Not a John Doe – Fate confirms

But your own star crossed lover.

Two tall tale tellers serve hyperbole on the gossip scene —

Two punks who ain’t true to punk for the right reasons.

Caricatures emulate the shadow of these

Proud louts.

Halve these egoistical errors-

Blunted knives

These Terrorists

clothed in night sheets — stark nude

Wanton to retire for a brief interlude

A lie

down.

Sleuth blooms an alternative truth.

Hooked on Floating points & this video is autumnal in the mood. #goatbahs

Force of drole

*writing to recover-writing to remember who I am. Writing and shrugging off the insults of so-called friends/family

The drole of this world’s a part of my repertoire

 Seek it out

I  observe the stars bluster out a cosmic sigh

Sun ushers in to greet me then say to me high

 

Sunshine deflated-slips behind

Coy eyelashes flicker

An  elusive goodbye

 

Landscape sightings report the sun’s trickery

It can’t revolve above or under the sky.

 

Planet earth is a cookie cut out

flattened into shape

Dictated to — its norm of a lay by

infinite  stutters unlace

La Luna

part ways

  left heartbroken

creating ripples across the water

Oft blurred.

 wanton to view her beguiling manner this eve

Don’t watch this space

It leaves room for an innuendo

genre style-

budgie budgets cos it’s an indie myna on the fly by

Gutted cos this  reads across as a novice  flatulently  windy

Lost confidence in his nature.

Stole a spirit

it wasn’t even mine

Finale parts the legs of barbie inbreds in-laws.

Cheap cheap

underwear-blatantly reveals the remnants of a hookah   smoky blows

secreting a house ablaze

brush off an ashen doll-

pasteurized

vented as Cindy.

Quality remains third-degree sightless

to the echelons taken over in a hazed quantity;

I think I died.

I have imposter syndrome

These words dictate I’m a genuine illiterate.

Forgive me for attempting to write

I forgot about that critter sitting amongst its fellow mate-the 5 10 midget

Oi ‘Arry Potter quick diversion tactic-start finding the golden   quidditch

mice s-c-c-c-atters

The  dwellers above   know my heart drops

my soul

slips

shatters

s-c-c-c-c-atters.

bloody, Man  on the dance floor

I’ll murder  a bass line, a beat — a melody

anything to revive  Spiritual harmony.

 

To remember  Life has the nectar to extract the sharp,

jutted pieces

Lies

on the floor.

temporarily suspended to ….

….Some random felony.

It’s  a knock to the hard knockers

Mind, Been through turmoils  deeper than this

And survived!

 

It’s not a train smash

Live to learn

 Love to learn.

 

Take a slice of peachy humble pie!

stick a candle in it

flame ignites

back drafted thoughts stumble  into a  sequence of:

tomorrow before  I decide today’s the day I roll with Beethoven’s  dice

Hindsight is…

What it is.

A vice.

Sappy Heart

I’m  right  down

I’m shook up.

 Corker’s  prematurely conceived Pops

floods in axis  allies

 snap

crackle

foams  memorising

postnatal

pregnancy

 bucks

fizz

flattened

upon  hitting terra firma

Context –

text –

ex..

tense

extension  20% proof.

I see the scars

I see how it ticks .

Tor- rratic , compulsive

ranting,

Catch a rave…..

 ….for the hell of it.

Wicked witch  erupts into  flames

a myriad of Infinitum

reborn into a state of   foreign flags.

Eternal

mind buggery neuroticism.

Miss fittings making no cents—

it’s just me.

…complaining in the currency of  words

sweetly

inhaling scents of the civilised

sparring  near the poplar trees

premeditated notions about a break somewhere near the beats of   Her Mississippi.

Floating

 Rubber tyre

frames

an ashen head

limp

Body

Dangling

Christ,  it’s only a baby!

Child, can it be worse?

Blue Mondays are not  my agenda

creditors stand back – I am but a single unit of rebellion defender.

random bollock -isms —utterances –

Hoo Ha!

 eases the thoughts

dulls the senses — makes  me talk

Talk.Talk.Talk.

blah blah

Bah!

goats cheese chops into

 a nightmare slice of Brie on the free.

 

Fright mares  trapped in  uni Korn  band of a dreamcatcher

Aw, Twinkle toes!

kitten crawling sideways…

….Funny mad-hatter.

Memories of my Tatty  Anna and people

not here.

 

I have their wisdom.

I get it.

This is  why I’m here.

Purpose.

 

to show my portal to failure often leads to serendipitous moments —  a hand of passion I encourage to caress.

Winning on the squint is relative to Iris’s pupils —

 cantering- against a backdrop of visual vacant

scents

Purrs

 Jolted.

My heart s-s-s-s-stutters —

 waves  of  blood crash  around  my private chambers

The same the place I learned  how to   save her

Self.

It’s mere words, a jumbo-hybridization of  Nonsense.

It’s just a mark on a piece of virtual paper  or ….

Is my soul marked

sincerely yours,

yesterdays lined, wrinkled quaker?

Who knows?

Got to get this out

No masterpiece, please

don’t be led into illusions of  any reasonable doubt 🙂

Shout

 Take it on the chin

Pink champagne and rolls Royces is a means to an  end.

The  BIG  issue

comes and goes.

 rants

reveal I care deeply about

many

 many

many

things

Bobby Dazzles them to

 a cluster hand adorned in bejewelled rings.

How  is that  over half the Tories are pro the death penalty?

what sick .. (look up to the sky, palms raised upwards)  made humans want to kill?

Then resurrect a self -portrait frowning

Poor wee   Frankenstein!

Heightened sense  this create-a   monstrosity

clearly feigned formal  introductions to the mode a La clandestine .

The overseer has a warped sense of humour

 

Warped sense of humour.

Warped sense of humour .

warped! warped!

 

Flappers ‘

Echoes

Pass down a  blue  gene predisposed to erupt into a   malevolent  radiation activist

digging  up a sizeable  tumour

a  ‘Mwah a ha ha inhales too much reverberation’  character

straight out of every epic  Brechtian.

 episodic

(pant) oh, mime!

Nothing will stop.

Nothing will stop.

Nothing will stop

silence my voice.

 

Tomorrow’s another day to appeal to a chapter inspired by

The equestrian deity

parle in grande Mal thumps.

Time unpauses

 hits the buttons

on the rewind

let Soul come into its own being.

 

I write ,

I write,

I speak

I speak.

I stutter.

Mutter

cos I …

…it

Matters

 

coveting Self-harm projects  Noire-Esque shadows   toxic  terrorists

Enter

via

 terminal stockholme

synchronising  me

within.

minutes

A mate asked me how another  mate of the bygone era

travelled with   ghosts

fluent in

A.sshole-ism.

 

W.ater

O.ver floweth

L.ives

Recounted  what adds up to know

ledge.  Intimate,

she didn’t reply to

Skype hook up, across the Pleiades sisters parade?

Too much

in

form

May Truth

Never hide my dastardly foibles.

 

Ask a question-Won’t  decorate words with   foliage nor flowers unless  appropriate  dis

cretian

Beast attire is required.

 The weed, contagious, wild,unstoppable  , tangible mess

horizontal on

an overdose of reality.

 

Infectious   swine influence-a -powers

Rangers in sight

Glocks are invincible  — frenemy of the night.

Sub motion orchestrates the design of my Scarlett duress.

Per chance, it’s lunar monthlies or….

the  blues mourning for a

haunting with  Madame  Tristesse

 

Relay!

pass it to over to  #Throwbackthursday

left

passes

 a torch onto

 a  Choker

sowing  grains from OPERATION  DESERT STORM THUNDER

This,I  confess…

.. is how

I

shuffle

one

foot

forward

en -route

a   walk

new,

spazzing  to the next  phase

 out

critiqued catalyst.

 

*Struggling with writing so I just wrote anything.  Life, oh oooooh life.  Life.