I gaze into her depths,

Plucking macaroni from her teeth.

Cast aside my glacé to be down and by her side.

Her breath comes wan and shallow,

Coffee, mint and mallow,

A moment’s hesitation and I’m astride.

Abreast a breast so silken,

As she chokes to death on chicken,

A fist, side on, or flat, come quick decide.

Her lips matching eyes blue,

She’ll soon be done so you,

Need save that light that burns so bright inside.

Cough, choke, spew on me,

But I’ve saved your life you see,

Forgive my own coffee mint and mallow.

‘Tis not the food,’ gasps she,

‘but your bad breath that did me.’

She politely means I reek, but shyly so.

Hurt but hero too,

I watch her stagger to the loo,

And three more times I hears her insides throw.

The moral here is clear,

When you dine with one so dear,

Don’t eat the double garlic roasted Sparrow.

Dipping my toe into Inkstained. Wrote a poem just to test things out. Poetry is really not my calling. Must get the courage to put some of my real writing out there. Hmm. 

Today’s the kind of day I’d take Charles Gray by the hand and dance the Time Warp. 

But just today. 

warrenellis:

New rule: if your first post on Vine is six seconds of your fucking cat then I get to murder you in the face with tools and Vine it

I think we have a winner for the plot of Saw VIII

flickr’s massive rebranding is actually growing on me. Do wish I had more control over how I see my own front page; that’s the greatest backwards step for me. And still no direct access to collections, which are still there just hard to find. 

Right now the most recent picture that is printed in the largest size on my landing screen is of Sabrina Dacos nude. It’s quite something to see for the unwary.

I will admit, I love the new stream viewing. Yes, it can be a pain when its loading in more pictures, but for the most part it gives me one nice long view of the stream, which is something I have always wanted, and a reason I looked at tumblr in the first place. 

Yes, definitely growing on me. 

edit: Oh, they’ve added collections to the drop down menu, on right hand side of teh screen. Better than nothing. Another point scored I think.

flickr… now I am really confused. Yahoo bought tumblr and then they drop that bombshell too? Poor flickr.

missanthropejones:

exap:

illsortitouttomorrow:

On February 7th of 1909, a 30-year-old mother of two by the name of Emma Hauck was admitted to the psychiatric hospital of the University of Heidelberg in Germany, having recently been diagnosed with dementia praecox. The outlook improved briefly and a month later she was discharged, only to be readmitted within weeks as her condition deteriorated further. Sadly, the downturn continued and in August of that year, with her illness deemed “terminal” and rehabilitation no longer an option, Emma was transferred to Wiesloch asylum, the facility in which she would pass away eleven years later. It was around this time that a heartbreaking collection of letters, one of which is above, were discovered in the archives of the Heidelberg hospital; all written obsessively in Emma’s hand during her second stay at the clinic in 1909, at a time when reports indicate she was relentlessly speaking of her family. Each desperate letter is directed at her absent husband, Mark, and every page is thick with overlapping text. Some are so condensed as to be illegible; some read “Herzensschatzi komm” (“Sweetheart come”) over and over; others simply repeat the plea, “komm komm komm,” (“come come come”) thousands of times. None were sent.

Aw

I hate it when my letters go unanswered.

This sends shivers through me. 

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warrenellis:

Always remember: that which does not kill you makes you stronger. Until it does eventually kill you.

Just makes me think of chocolate really. 

velved:

Franz Falckenhaus

More than erotica.

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Everything you read here, and all the time it takes to read it, is somebody else’s life, not yours.

To what, O life, do we owe this pleasure?

“You have not the resource to find it here. Look elsewhere,” she said.

“Or bring all life here. To its end.”

Time to fly.

And nothing to do with love… just eggs.

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And suddenly I have to return to England. What a delightful and unwelcome change to my status quo. Now I just have to think about how to make the best of it. All those opportunities I missed in the UK, all those people to meet, a whole new world to create. It might be fun after all.