In Greek mythology the Erinyes (/ɪˈrɪniˌiːz/; sing. Erinys /ɪˈrɪnɪs/;Greek: Ἐρῑνύες [ῠ], pl. of Ἐρῑνύς [ῡ], Erinys), also known as Furies, were female chthonic deities of vengeance; they were sometimes referred to as "infernal goddesses" (χθόνιαι θεαί). A formulaic oath in the Iliad invokes them as "those who beneath the earth punish whosoever has sworn a false oath".Burkert suggests they are "an embodiment of the act of self-cursing contained in the oath". They correspond to the Dirae in Roman mythology, and some suppose that they are called Furies in hell, Harpies on earth, and Dirae in heaven.
According to Hesiod's Theogony, when the Titan Cronus castrated his father Uranus and threw his genitalia into the sea, the Erinyes as well as the Meliae emerged from the drops of blood when it fell on the earth (Gaia), while Aphrodite was born from the crests of sea foam. According to variant accounts, they emerged from an even more primordial level—from Nyx, "Night", or from a union between air and mother earth. Their number is usually left indeterminate. Virgil, probably working from an Alexandrian source, recognized three: Alecto or Alekto ("unceasing"), Megaera ("grudging"), and Tisiphone or Tilphousia ("vengeful destruction"), all of whom appear in the Aeneid. Dante followed Virgil in depicting the same three-character triptych of Erinyes; in Canto IX of the Inferno they confront the poets at the gates of the city of Dis. Whilst the Erinyes were usually described as three maiden goddesses, the Erinys Telphousia was usually a by-name for the wrathful goddess Demeter, who was worshipped under the title of Erinys in the Arkadian town of Thelpousa.
Sweet, Sweet, and savory
are more of an oil and water
than I ever thought they could be.
We got when the getting was good
and now is it all too much?
Like t-shirts drying on a clothing line
So plain, so consistent.
Sun soaked with nothing expected
and no hidden costs in return.
Your tooth hurts again,
and I don't know if they will save it.
So would they be shocked to know
it could break out home?
The end of the month has come again
and I don't know if we'll have enough
Like T-shirts drying on a clothing line
In perfect unconcern to
point A to B in our lives between
All we are is always juggled so we don't fall cold
when it's already so hot.
I wanted something simple where
unlike your past you'd be at ease in knowing
that I was going to make it over
Like T-shirts drying on a clothing line
with just one string attached to me.
It's all I want. nothing dark to hide.
Can I stop time this Saturday?
Can I stop time now?