To be a #needle among straw.
#Unctuous #fools #fawn,
Galling #galumphing gawking.
#Lace #collared ladies #conjure sweet nothings,
Lips #pucker— #criss-cross #slithy tongues.
Congeniality #congeals as the #cloak falls;
The fox is #flushed from the #rabbit_hole.
Some seek, some are sought.
#vss365
Prolific parody punks, The Proof is in the Poutine, perform across all of Tim, time and space. The band's signature trademark, spraying the crowds with cheese curds, can be quite a mess on hotter planets when the cheese #congeals.
Fans are advised to bring towels.
#Vss365
The future #congeals
into memory
Will sublimates
into consequence
Action or inaction
The binary process of being
The existential fulcrum
of the present moment
An iota of experience
#vss365
Cast me to this desolate place, where sorrow #congeals like frost upon my skin, for I am betrayed—oaths turned to ash. Tears seep into the cracks on the crooked path, hardening into blackened thorns. My grief binds the earth; chills the air — Eadwynne, the Forsaken
#Vss365 #Folklore #MythologyMonday
As the portal #congeals into a soft pyramid wiggling from side to side, Hal looks to Bav to say goodbye. Holding hands and the silence between them, Hal lets his slip from hers and forces himself to turn away. He'll never forget those soft blue eyes of hers when they first met.
#vss365
Sorrow excretes
from spiritual wounds.
The uselessness
of the morning
weighs on the ligaments
and frustration
steals the crown
from nothing.
The soul #congeals
as it falls
to the river.
Maybe
it will shatter,
maybe it will give birth.
#poetry
#vss365
Another Monday #congeals
In the flush of dawn
Its hardness stuck
To the roof of her mouth
Like bitter toffee;
Unctuous remnants
Of yesterday
Slipping grease
Into her stiff bones;
The alarm clock chirps
And birds outside her window
Knock their beaks into the dirt
Finding worms
And old seeds
#vss365
meet me on a corner
of imagination on fire & all we thought as being impossible
we'll find where eyes ceded throne of senses to nose
scent #congeals memory
weathering stone, tree ring honed
know to carry coins in our mouths
& palm purse Hope
in case Pandora forgets
to close the box
#vss365
From the #vss365 jukebox, this is Dirt Universe by goth queen Chelsea Wolfe from Birth of Violence:
The tongue of silence
It #congeals and it's voided
Living in dirt universe
Folks gift and I'm blessed with a curse
A head full of howling
Self-exile, recoiling
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#MusicSky
I am darkness defined,
barefoot beneath
these ashen skies,
as my sorrow #congeals,
yet a light still glows
in my moon-grey eyes;
I am a faded lament,
waiting for my sorrow
to disappear,
yet I know not when,
for I am still consumed
by these doubts and fears.
#vss365
The blood #congeals on the handle of the knife. It is a mix of his and her's now. In her frenzy, the blade became slick and slipped in her palm. She felt nothing. No pain. No remorse. He may as well be a butchered pig lying beneath her. She can still him berate her as she stabs his corpse.
#vss365
initially imperceptible
feelings of far-off fear
stalk stealthily
increasing inexorably
an accretion of anxiety
settling slowly
turning to tremulous terror
dread develops
desiccates delight
#congeals cheer
lungs labouring
burgeoning breaths
panic proceeds
#vss365
from the wounds howl
first words are born
a delicate thread
connecting one to another
utterance sheds its form
like serpent skin
revealing the primal tongue
memory is held
in the quiet of reflection
as solitude #congeals
weight of scars
that become
a part of what endures
#vss365 🎨 by Juan Brufal
Clogged hearts pump away.
Badump, badump.
Their cold blood #congeals.
The curds of hatred taste sweet,
In the diabetic lie of better days.
From their frothing lips
Badump, badump.
They spill their gelatinous praise.
Globules of fat greed grease fingertips
Inserted in waxy ears of ignorance.
#vss365
