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25.01.2022 EVE Eve sat to converse with Adam with eyes blazing and spoke with a flourish; Adam, I took the fruit from the tree in the midst of the garden, as I saw it was good. God has given us dominion over the beasts of the earth, the fowl of the air and the fish in the water. Should we not taste the fruit to learn the secrets of good and evil and gain knowledge so that we may propagate and prosper? The serpent said we shall not die and that eating the fruit will make us as Gods. We ...Continue reading

24.01.2022 We can only truly value life once we learn how to value death DY

23.01.2022 CARRY ME Carry me high above the marsh move me further from the waste the place I disappeared and sunk into the sludge and slime that stunk ... and eventually settled on the silt where my spongy lungs slowly filled move me further from that sucking spot weak and anchored by the rot gently pat my broken back as I belly from the sinking bank it is airless, drowned and dank soothe me further so I can feel bend my legs so I can kneel leave behind this slippery outer peel ignore the swishy, slappy sounds ignore the gasping groping mouth it has not yet cleared of mud and dirt from when I was delivered from the earth DY See more

20.01.2022 I can't apologize for the title because I kind off like it FUCK OFF I inhabit myself, but not on my own... something quite strange, has set up a home and settled right in, to the crawl space beneath my skin, true I can feel it move when I’m quite still making me move to another pill moving me where I don’t want to go telling me things I don’t want to know startling me too shy to the side when it, it’s sick, slides up beside me, where I try to hide a susurrating slug with a tactile tongue it has taken to loiter around my major corners the edges and sides the setting up of camps and enemy lines I have tried so very hard, to exorcise it out but people just look odd, when I start to shout I told it over, it has no right to gather my insides, and move them about but just not to listen, like a psychotic to a Christening it coils up to my head, makes me forget the things that I’ve said I think it has even tried to make bread messy and leaving crusts and crumbs causing sections of lobes to go completely dumb adding 2 and 7 proves a perplexing sum with my fist, stop the clanging and bumping my skin, not tucked in, is never not lumpy and like I’ve said over before I just don’t need the company. DY

18.01.2022 Pragmatism is not a skill necessary for the Neuro Diverse. DY

13.01.2022 A poem from Rose Ransom mother of acclaimed Australian author

12.01.2022 STRAW MAN ARGUMENT I could wile away the hours Smoking these here flowers Cohorting with the bees... I could have a good go at Every living Sophist Play horsy on my knees I could be a rocket surgeon Casting wild aspersions Give me my lobotomy I could mix it with Nietzsche Conquer world's completely Straw man suntan chlorpromazine See more

11.01.2022 RETURN ME TO THE WATER Pull me under Hold me under I cannot linger any longer... I cannot be any stronger Drag me down Take me down Bless the fractures of my bone Wash the frown off my brow Then leave me here to drown Floating still Bloated and chill Trust my infant fleshy gills My speckled silver scales My budding fin and tail Pull me under Hold me under So the struggle will be over DY

10.01.2022 Heartless I find it in pieces not where and how it should be What happened, the blood seeped through the membrane Leaked on by the droplets from congealed me... A hole in my chest gave way to evidence of a shattering moment The soft still warm organ of my love laying on the floor Of my giving, looking like a muscle that has ceased to be chosen My fault to think I should receive from the ungiving DY

09.01.2022 Not my work but brilliant from Ruth Garlick Just a note that this is satire If the World was Autistic...... Picture this: you have just given birth to what you feel is a perfectly normal, Autistic child. You know what you’re doing, you think you’ve prepared for everything and anything. But then your child turns three, and starts acting a little...strangely. He likes being with people. He doesn’t really get animals. He doesn’t seem to stim at all! Routine doesn’t soothe him, he likes physical contact, and he doesn’t seem to have a problem with stimuli! It turns out, he is Allistic but do not fear! I am here to help. First of all, it is of the utmost importance that you get your child into early intervention. He needs to learn how to handle an Autistic world. He needs to learn coping strategies. We will discover what works for him, and what will help him cope in such a confusing world. Do not blame yourself if you got him vaccinated. Science has proven over and over again that vaccines cannot cause allism. Please understand that tantrums are not the same as meltdowns. He is not suffering from too much stimuli, he simply wants something that you won’t give him. In these cases, shutting him away in a darkened room, with a blanket over him, and a fluffy toy in his hands, will not be helpful. Make sure you take him to groups, so that he can be with other Allistics like him. Socialisation and community is very important, and will help him cope with his differences. If you need further help, I suggest you join a group on Facebook, for other Allism mothers. They will give you tips and helpful information, for coping with a difficult child. But always remember, your child did not die and turn into an Allistic. Your child has always been Allistic, and is deserving of love, patience, discipline, kindness, space, just like any normal Autistic child.

09.01.2022 In irony a man annihilates what he posits within one and the same act; he leads us to believe in order not to be believed; he affirms to deny and denies to affirm; he creatives a positive object but it has no being other than its nothingness. Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness

08.01.2022 This is not my work. I love this poem so much and it really sums up how I feel sometimes so I felt like sharing it with you all. A poem by Jason Hague https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sY1o_Q3g3w

08.01.2022 The Dream Wrap against the cold pressed between the folds winters breath, like a thief ... fingers the warmth beneath silken sheets frosted window, respired white sighs shrouded in hooded fog the widows disguise lay with me here til you can stay no further lay with me here til sleep takes me under mouth all the things that are sweet against the braille of my cheek stay with me here just before dawn then slip away leaving your print warm before I stir take your leave so I awake to the dream DY

07.01.2022 Toxic At first I was content when we met, now we’re always upset, you were good,... us always wet, my regret, letting us forget, now it just causes us discontent, it’s all you never want to do, nothing is new, can’t go down on you, we ignore the clues, sick up spew, say it’s the flu, we know this is untrue, but just my luck, forgotten how to fuck, this bitch bites but won’t suck, coz she’s always non-stop bitchin’, and now I notice she’s been itching, always in the kitchen, looking for something she can use for more friction, and plucking the cold turkey of her addiction, but we never get fed, I fill with dread, one morning, calling, hands on heads, this is a raid, they went through and searched the place, their disgrace, without a case, and what a bitch mission, bitch very pissed at the dope being missing, walking around spitting and hissing, she’s on a collision, I need an incision, my body’s vandalism, her face, looks like it’s been sprayed with mace, wants to throw a rock in a cops face, hand on rock, when they said where, she said what, searched everywhere but the baby’s cot, hidden powder pills and pot, babe on top of lot, I’m there often, rocking the tot, rock, rock, rock, passing the night without a clock, unplotting plots, that was gun shots, and I’m afraid, I strain, back from the window pain, must be insane, don’t think I didn’t notice that car passing again, trust me don’t use that vein, totally absent and uncaring, I’m not even sharing, I see her pain, but it’s very rare’ to see her skin bare, without this, not daring to suggest, any kind of sex, what does she expect, spending our time with our chins on our chests, uncaressed, resting when best, God we have been blessed, only sometimes getting stressed, fits of guilts and quitting soon, we are sick, always have the shits, I’m no junkie she croons I just use, I’ll kick by June, heard this tune, she’s like a cartoon, forgets it all and blows up by noon, bits and pieces splatter the room, doesn’t improve, no one moves, she left a bruise, blistered and uncured, my fistula full of fluid, by Medusa again lured, lured to add fluid, and even if I can’t prove it, without it no one listens to music, don’t use this excuse for your using, so there’s the choice, you can choose, choose your choice and then abuse it, choose abuse and add your fluid, abuse the fluid to the music, abusive music makes you lose it, with no more clues, took it and flew, those that blow, blew, come undone with too much glue, love the heights, hate the view, those who could had a spew, it’s all wrong but it’s true, too much of this turns me blue, you know I love the sick stink of you, bathing in the toxins that come from you, leave me here so I can stew, curse the day I ever met you. DY

07.01.2022 What do you see in this satellite photo of the Australian coast. Look to your right

06.01.2022 Lost I am lost under the frost with windows of ice ... as the sun throws crystal sliced rainbows I am numb but it is nice with open frozen eyes of surprise capturing the softly falling skies scene through my prism glass I see the pressing avalanche a blanket for me in the months to pass buried safe in my collection flask delicate white reflecting cell in the final place fell tingling, thin , light as fresh suckling, nestled in earth's breast hidden quiet beneath the folds ivory white pink flakes pressed by the cold naked and bare, undressed and bold here I lay, not a day old I am new, shiny, gold and fine pretty pale perfect porcelain kept ever protected from circling seasons of time A sudden snap still life photograph Snatched soundlessly, me my own epitaph DY

05.01.2022 GRIEF If you stand at the edge of your grief And are willing to dive in Regardless of any fears And are willing to cross the threshold of resistance ... And override the urgency to change Or subdue or medicate or numb And you refuse to be normal By abandoning the cultural affliction of amnesia And instead you run full throttle into the land of the unknown And you embrace the mystery that accompanies sorrow And you hold hands with grief In its constant movement and change You will discover That you are nature And your tears are what nourish the trees to grow And your breath is a tightrope walk of living and dying in the same moment That your songs are what feed the spirit of life And your grief soaked prayers are a way for the energy of your losses To move into a life giving beauty That renews the growth and strength of families, communities and whole cultures And gives people a chance to come together To feed this whole symbiotic ecology called life And keep the whole thing running, together And give context, meaning and purpose to our experiences If you accept your ability and the sacred obligation To render your grief into prayers and offerings And tears and songs that fill the life giving well You will avoid the petrification, illness, destruction and violence That evolves from undigested grief trying to find a place to live If you give it a home and call it by its name And walk with it You will find you and your new companion called grief In a new land Renewed with more life in your lungs And more space in your heart You come through more alive, more empowered, more connected Wrapped in the gentle magnitude of togetherness Belonging to the stars and the creatures and the birds Riding far above the existential crisis of aloneness Into realms of comfort and oneness that live in your bones And fill you with a gravitational weight That encompasses the entirety of everything that has ever lived And informs each and every one of your unfurling moments DY See more

02.01.2022 GONE Her absence filled the world They were dumb Pulled out their tongues Pierced their ear drums ... And squirted their eyes with thumbs They should have spoken up Listened to the sounds as they witnessed the the horror and it's persistence of useless resistance In her world of absence Their curse Not hers nor skin nor broken bones now she's never alone DY See more

01.01.2022 GRIEF If you stand at the edge of your grief And are willing to dive in Regardless of any fears And are willing to cross the threshold of resistance... And override the urgency to change Or subdue or medicate or numb And you refuse to be normal By abandoning the cultural affliction of amnesia And instead you run full throttle into the land of the unknown And you embrace the mystery that accompanies sorrow And you hold hands with grief In its constant movement and change You will discover That you are nature And your tears are what nourish the trees to grow And your breath is a tightrope walk of living and dying in the same moment That your songs are what feed the spirit of life And your grief soaked prayers are a way for the energy of your losses To move into a life giving beauty That renews the growth and strength of families, communities and whole cultures And gives people a chance to come together To feed this whole symbiotic ecology called life And keep the whole thing running, together And give context, meaning and purpose to our experiences If you accept your ability and the sacred obligation To render your grief into prayers and offerings And tears and songs that fill the life giving well You will avoid the petrification, illness, destruction and violence That evolves from undigested grief trying to find a place to live If you give it a home and call it by its name And walk with it You will find you and your new companion called grief In a new land Renewed with more life in your lungs And more space in your heart You come through more alive, more empowered, more connected Wrapped in the gentle magnitude of togetherness Belonging to the stars and the creatures and the birds Riding far above the existential crisis of aloneness Into realms of comfort and oneness that live in your bones And fill you with a gravitational weight That encompasses the entirety of everything that has ever lived And informs each and every one of your unfurling moments DY See more