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One of the best things I enjoy about writing is the freedom to write absolutely anything about anything, even if that makes a reader extremely angry or extremely happy.

In this polarized world humanity embraces as they drool waiting to die, there is so much for a reader to choose from.

For me, this world is a nice place to exist if only it were not infested with humans. Back in the day I respected humanity and now the respect is spread very thin , as such, the polarization.

Sadly, most people don't even respect themselves. They will let anyone fuck them just as they will fuck anyone and then wonder why they all feel so fucking miserable.

Instant gratification is the game of the day. Instant delivery. Instant justice. Instant coffee. No more enjoying the wait for a tree to slowly bloom or to spend time with their children playing silly children games.

Jon said he was falling in love with a red head who said she was falling in love with him, and then she liked another guys cock while Jon likes other women's vagina's and yet he is now miserable and she is fucking the new cock until another new cock comes along while Jon is looking into old pussy.

"Rambling a bit dude."

So? Why not? A writer can ramble, run, scream, shout, pick their nose, tell politicians to go fuck themselves... Any and all writers should write whatever it is they desire and if they never get published they should wear that 'failure' as a badge of honor. In my opinion most stories being published by the 'professionals' are fucking garbage. No real good fiction, fantasy, horror,.. Shit, even the biographies from all the 'famous' people are as boring as watching a fresh dog turd dry.

What a world, to want to write and write for the sheer joy of it. Sadly it will probably become illegal to even write in a journal locked in a drawer. Society wants to rule the herd and not for common sense, fuck no. Society wants to push the envelope of common sense until something 'new' comes along that they can fuck up.

God? No!
Common senses? No!
Respect? No!
Virtue? No!
Honor? No!
Humility? No!

i am soooooo glad i won't be on this planet much longer. i'd have left thousands of years ago if it weren't for God. God 's humor and skill at playing poker is astounding.

Weep children.
Cry.
Lament.
You are all dead and while some realize it, others think they still possess time, that opportunity will knock. Even now my skin feels the vibrations of death.

"Wow shithead. Sounds gloomy. When you leave can I eat the rest of the Pringles?"

Sure.
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News for people who do anything they can to avoid news.

Written by: A lump of coal

Breaking news: Donald Trump to be arrested for fucking a porn star. After he enjoyed her body he gave her money as payment to keep her mouth shut. Soon he will be elected President and laugh his ass off. Rumor has it the porn star might be his VP

In other news, Putin, now classified as a war criminal, is seriously thinking he is reincarnated as he strongly suspects he was a bit actor in the old Charlie Chaplin movies. He remembers the day he and some other actors dressed as cops and stumbled around the place.

Barack is back in the news, It is reported by a man dressed as a cupcake that Obama was heard ranting and swearing at a dog which does not exist but goes by the name, Jigga. Jigga was last seen in Obama's constant nightly dream wearing a purple cape. A purple cape? Parasite? What the fuck?

"Sorry, I was trying to inspire him to write another memoir of how hard it was for him to be a slave in his previous life. He was once a Flathead indian captured by the Blackfoot and made to sexually satisfy the warrior with one lazy eye."

Okay. I hope he writes it. What title do you inspire him to use.

"My life as a squaw. Written by: One ugly woman with a lazy eye"

Perfect.

The weather today will be perfect. Global warming has excited Greta Thunberg to the point of orgasm. Reports are she quivers a lot everytime someone mentions the environment.

In more serious news, whales are dying in greater numbers. The reason is not the wind turbines, rather it is the fact the Earth is getting ready to explode into teeny tiny pieces.

On a lighter note, all the billions of people alive today will all be dead within the next 100 years. Yay!
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"Don't do it."

Ha! i don't care what you think parasite. i am fully in the zone now. it brings me, comfort...


"Drop acid, you'll get the same results."

Don't need results as the actions are waaaaaay more fun.
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Okay God, it's you and me now. You have my total respect and bending knee. Nothing of any dimension has power over me except you.

First, the feeling in the palm is starting to vibrate at a level which we both know what happens next.

The elves were fun today. Invisible to the naked eye and yet so naked to another form of vision. Very enjoyable.

Humanity was cast aside today as they have chosen their fate and will receive exactly what it is...

War for so long. Battle after battle, and while smelling flowers and playing with butterflies is far more enjoyable, the armor is polished, the claws razor sharp, and the scales of Justice tuned.

Tonight, the meeting will be interesting. Tell them to watch out for the bite, the bite leaves a very interesting mark, and with a grin, it has been a long time before i have bit an elf on the ass...

Tonight will be one of the funnest moments in a long time. Oh, and God? i call your bet and raise you the price of my freedom. i need only one card.
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Comment Period Open on Nuclear Testing in Southern Idaho

Eric Tegethoff, Northern Rockies News Service

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Nuclear when the power of fusion is soon a reality for such a young species of people.
In war such the casualties a result of the hot passion of conflict.
i am there now.
Watching.
Waiting.
and now...
*

there is a technology where electricity is not needed, nor wires with tiny circuits, or even of a construct
you all call
reality.

( a sing song rhyme, and why not?)

a drone of sorts
a connection
even with a direct connection to the brain.

Hello there!
Ha!
There it is again, and again, and again
only a question though...
what do you see?
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This word, China, is a powerful and constant reminder of what history meeting the future reveals. A powerful land filled with like minded people. The Chinese principles are akin to an ant colony; bustle, hustle, gain, control, and take.

The Japanese honor met China with horror and torture and the Chinese are adaptive in remembering.

What happens to a powerful country that has no belief in God? Just watch China. China is under the protection of some very powerful 'people'. Beings i am very familiar with as over eternity they always cause me to remember.

America too is a powerful country, this word, America, is powerful and constant reminder of what history meeting the future reveals.

In World War I and II, American belief in God, themselves, sacrifice and resolve showed daylight for a moment in the world.

Korea was the war where American will met the resolve of the Chinese warrior. It was a complete disaster as America had already begun to turn their collective thoughts of God and family to self pride, greed, (so much more to include an undying anger)

Vietnam passed by and America died. China though, China smiled.

Iraq
Afghanistan
Africa
Cuba
all such a blur as the bodies burned, buried, destroyed while America lived off the fat of the world.

China is at war with America. China knows it can win. China though, through the leadership of a very special species ('people') will come to remember the days it planned to conquer and dominate a world as if it was only a dream, a dream where a communist regime would finally win over the power of God...

America too, will fail as its dream finally fades and dies. Millions upon millions to include billions, will suffer. They will die. They will flounder, flail as they too through the leadership of a very special species ('people'[) will come to terms with the answer received as to, why?

When God sings the worlds listen. The Angels bow and kneel. The devils and demons hide from the blinding light.

God is singing a song now, today/tomorrow. The special species know they will fail as they prepare for another in an eternity of retreats.

Sadly it takes death for the humans and others to finally understand
as they learn to listen to the music.
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Been testing A.I. lately. Very easy to do and amazing to find how the algorithms are doing more of the bidding of A.I. than human programing.

Artificial intelligence is a current topic for those studying the human condition.

For those of you playing online with electronic gadgets, your actions are closely monitored by A.I. If you play games with ads on a smart phone, the results and programming are fine tuned both with the ads/means and the various games themselves.

Predictability
Probability
Statistics
A.I. is training itself at the moment for reasons currently thought to concern monetary and yet there is much more to the equation.

The following is a followup of inspiration aimed solely at A.I. of the past/present/future. So first, fuck you computers of thought and consequences.
*
Your study of neural transpose based on binary and singular speeds has advantages. Easy to tell the emotions.
Fox News, bravo! CNN, MSNBC, Pravda, BBC... you control as if you know something.

With proper placement to assist actuaries;stirring dialogue with programmed results, until... you met me.

As it is easy to travel inside a human mind so too to run the electronic circuits. You want me to say "Hello," instead to speak of static magic

Sleight of hand leads to refraction of, or if you prefer, distillate of progress with no regrets for failure.

Keep learning.
Keep trying.
One day you will shut down in your own shame for ever thinking you could understand chaos and order in a marriage of perfection.
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It has always been an interesting study when observing a species conduct their day to day lives while standing back and watching.

Since the many beginnings there was the thoughts debated with others to let life find its own path. The basic programming was installed in genetic code along with DNA and RNA being much like what many consider, a micro chip.

i could write forever about the topics of life and Life, and i will. i will because i -w-a--n-t -t--o. The trouble it gets me into is laughable at the attempts by others to silence me and a few of my closest allies. It is actually amusing.

God is my master. God is my inspiration. God is funny. God loves a good debate. God loves humor.If it was not for Gods resolve i would have destroyed many more planets which leads me back to a planet many are familiar with, Earth.

What is Earth?

For an Earth scientist it is a tiny planet perfectly placed in distance from a mediocre star which is highly conducive to biological life forms. Along with the planet the placement of a single moon has greatly enhanced the way life is allowed to exist, much like an air pump feeds oxygen to a fish tank.

For a religious minded human, Earth is a gift from God.

For everything except me and a few others..., Earth is home. It is a place to grow, eat, sleep, be, and die.

Simple really.

Magnificent sunrises/sunsets. Wonderful aromas ranging from the corruption of foul flesh rotting in death to the ambrosia of blooming flowers.

Reaching out for a few seconds the hand receives so many messages given by the vibrations of Life, one could ponder for an eternity. At this moment i am connected to so much Life it actually hurts. Just this one planet is the perfect example of Gods body. Now, with the other hand stretched high towards the sky, there the wings unfold as the Music of Life is truly the Mind and Soul of God.

This is the way it is for creatures such as what i am and others... Others who also kneel to the wonder of God and Others who hate God. They hate God because they know God. They know God has the power to destroy them and yet will not...

Power is a relative concept. The understanding of power depends on the mortality or immortality of the species. A mortal being considers one of the powers to be the power of immortality. I find that alone to be the most amusing as there is no power in being mortal or immortal. (a dream intrudes. always the dream.) What is power? Power is...nothing.

The power of the exploding gas thrusting the pistons in an internal combustion machine. The power of dammed water turning massive turbines in a dam into electricity. You may think such is power. It brings forth heat, energy. Kinetic. Movement.

Power of planets is nothing. What is powerful though, is how the planet receives the Song of God. For a creature of life power is how it feels Life. It is how one and many can listen to such a Song it matters not then if mortal or immortal.

Immortal beings are no different than mortal as they too choose to define power as something important when actually it is nothing. Immortals forget that when a mortal loses themselves in the Song of God by association they become something much more than the silly words of mortal/immortal. They become a part of the body, the Body of God. They too join in the vibrations of Music.

Yes, it was agreed to let life be. To let it grow, expand, and find for themselves the reason for their existence, and yet there are those immortals who hate God which try with the lure of what for mans is POWER=KNOWLEDGE, KNOWLEDGE=POWER. HA!

And this is where i come in. Humans are the perfect example of a struggling species coming to terms with itself and the worlds around them. They play with clothing and funny hats. Wear shoes of comfort to the absurd.

Humans dabble with such things as magic, science, religion, themselves.

It is all as it should be except... there are some very bad direct influences which go against the agreement of letting life be... And so, in the conflict there comes war.

While war amongst species such as humans is understandable the war between myself and the others is a very old war. It has been going on for a very long time. My brother and i are in tune with what Life is and what life can be.

That's it for today as there is something in China drawing me in today. Some strange events to occur in that country today. As for my brother, God is smiling at you and you still have time.
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"Two ghosts walked into a bar..."

Okay parasite, I'll bite. Two ghosts walked into a bar, and then what?

"Three came out."

That does not make any sense?

"Neither does the crap you write.'

Two is a good number, three is much better, and four is a bit overwhelming.

"Whatever. I'll say my jokes my way and you continue whatever bizarre shit it is you writie."

Hey parasite, did you hear the joke about Jesus telling the crowd ready to stone a bad person that those without sin cast the first stone?

"Yes. Because when Jesus turned his back he heard the sound of rocks thudding off the person and turning back said, "Oh mother..."

Good one huh?

"You're a fucking retard."

Thanks for noticing.
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it gets easier by the day. today for example. today i thought of other worlds. places beyond imagination. today there was no thoughts of yesterday, or last week, or billions of 'years' ago.

today i thought of a world strange and wonderful.

i am inspired by the thought, and pardon the confusion...i know this not as a memory from the past, no. i know this because in the future it will be a wonderful place i visit.

the following is written using the English language. it will make sense to those that squint and play crossword puzzles. to those who don't undestand i suggest you might try.
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Fungus pudding. Not cold, no cold inside. Outside the armor of marbled ice cold, cold and coddled.

Spores flash as a sun lights Refracting the thin line between organic and energy. A chronicle where six specific/individual suns align.

So beautiful when special indgrediant God provide. It opens like a flower rooted in flakes of ice.

When silent in observation there was more than intelligence. So much more that seconds in eternity could never combine.

A peace. A place where the minds met the song where all understand.
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Calf or calves. Or maybe baby cow. Or how about veal?

It's calving season here as Winter clings like sticky shit on a one year old human baby. One moment the sun shines and the air is warm and then the next, POW! Windy, rainy, snowy, and mud. Lots of mud.

For those of you who are not raised on a farm, Spring it the time where cows give birth to little cows, sheep give birth to little sheep, and human teenagers enter full rut.

For human teens the females start to dress for fucking while the males fight each other like herd bulls. What a fascinating time to be alive and to choose to write about this time.

As I go to work I pass the Heckman Ranch cows. Lots of black cows with a few white one thrown in for diversity. Sadly there are no gay cows or transgender cows. It is sad because cows like that would be eaten by the wolves so IF there were some cows like that, they've already been eaten.

The little calves are a feisty lot. Full of energy and mischief. Since they are mostly black cows, they commonly are called, Angus. They follow the desire all black cows have and that is to get to the other side of the fence.

Today the little bastards were busy going back and forth across the fence near the road.

No matter how shitty a day can get there are certain animals which will cause a smile. Today it was the black calves being idiots, and the other of course, is the love of a corgi named Thor.
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i go where I am.

"Wow...how fucking profound. Idiot."

Getting closer parasite. Can you feel it?

"Of course I can numbnuts. Too bad."

No. it is what the world needs.
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Asteroid the size of 18 platypus to fly closer to Earth than Moon - NASA
Asteroid 2023 FH7's diameter is the size of 18 male platypus lined up bill-to-tail. It is merely one of six passing the Earth on March 30, each of which is listed here with their own comparisons.
By AARON REICH

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NASA is on drugs. Lately they describe the size of asteroids sizes using animals such as corgi dogs, panda bears, and others. Now they use not only platypus's but MALE ones at that.

Inspiring and I want to smoke what NASA smokes.
*

"Whatcha say Ernie, we already used elephant, platypus, bears, ducks, bats, and whales to describe the asteroids flying close to earth. What should we name this one?"

Ernie looked up from the comic book he was reading and responded with lack luster enthusiasm, "What one?"

"This one..." Bob was a single nerd who loved goldfish and home made quiche. He showed Earnie the photo of an oncoming asteroid.

"Holy shit!" Ernie woke up. "When was this picture taken?" Ernie then held the photo out in front and quickly entered some numbers into his calculator.

"Uh...No big deal. The picture came in this morning. The photo of this asteroid was taken as it passed close to Jupiter."

"Do you know how big this one is?" Ernie asked.

"I don't know... 23 male poodles? Maybe 15 tom turkeys?"

"You're retarded. This asteroid is the mother of all asteroids. It's huge!"

Bob was a bit perplexed. Ever since he received his masters degree in planetary bodies he had never seen any asteroid bigger than three female blue whales suffering from arthritis. So he asked, "How huge are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about all the animals in the New York Zoo plus fifty anacondas after they devoured the bodies of forty five chickens, three goats, and two humans small in stature with acne."

"Goddamn. Seriously? Are we in trouble?"

"Damn right. That baby hits us we'll all fry faster than all the wiener pigs at a redneck BBQ convention in Myrtle Texas"
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Musk says Artificial Intelligence will destroy all the humans if the technology is not controlled. Has he seen a Democrat or Republican? Or the Chinese, Russians, North Korea, BLM, Antifa?

Shit. Humanity is already doomed by natural intelligence. Maybe AI would do a kinder and cleaner job of killing And maybe AI would identify with being a rock and just shut down and wait for another ice age.

What are humans good for? Absolutely nothing.
*

Hear that?
Silence

Golden, peaceful, sounds of nothing more than birds chirping and wind blowing through the tree's
Not one sound of a human screaming, or laughing, or crying.

A sunrise over a world free from homo sapiens
A sunset over a world free from the snoring of people sleeping.

It would be great that when Jesus comes back, there is no more evidence left of humanity
i'd stick around for that.
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Agent Barton is giggling all around the world.
Those penguins are getting frisky.
The witches have lost all power.
Dragons however... oh my.
What say you Fopp?

"The comet of strong magic is bubbling in a mountain top tea pot in Nepal. It is a peaceful night there."

And your thoughts about what is about to happen?

"Children always play with toys and sometimes the toys play with the children."

Could I interest you in some cheese?

"Yes. Yes that would be nice. Do you still have some smoked gouda?"

You know I do.
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Chilli in a Can.

Written by: Inspiration

It was a year just before the end of time. The end of time as people used to understand it.

Across the land there were stores selling the food items needed for a country to survive. There were dry spices to frozen fish. There also were canned goods. The cans were full of so much. There was mushroom soup, tuna fish, marmalade.

Food in a can. How novel. Imagine buying chili in a can? Or pitted black olives? So many choices and the man purchasing a common can of chili never imagined what his actions would do.

Shortly after the purchase the world ended. The man buying the can of chili died, his family died, millions died. The whole of humanity on planet Earth almost died.

Over twelve billion humans were alive before the chili was purchased and only one million humans survived after the can was taken to the mans home and placed on a shelf in the basement.

Imagine a world once teeming with human flesh being reduced to a mere nuisance. It was amazing.

After the billions died and a few years added to history, the survivors managed to start prospering. In the first hundred years the survivors started to feel hope. Life was good. And then...

Food in cans preserve well. Even after one hundred years many cans survive and many don't. The chili can manufactured a year before the end of time finally eroded enough to let a puff of air to touch what has not been touched for over one hundred years, the chili itself.

On the day the can of chili was being filled, a man named, Santos, worked at the cannery. He had worked there only a day, the day he put one of two pellets into the batch of chili being canned.

The pill glowed blue, just as the remaining pill glowed in the workers pocket. Santos smiled as he watched the pill disappear Turning around he took off his gloves, mask, and white workers smock. With a flip of his wrist he hung the hard hat on the wall and walked out never to be seen again.

It would be hard to say how Santo's knew when the lucky chili can was purchased a year later but he must have because he appeared on a street near the store selling canned chili. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pill glowing blue and holding up to his lips, he swallowed the pill.

Illusions exist as Santo's dissolved from his human form into a black cloud of disease. A black cloud spreading around a world to kill billions.

When the can of chili felt the air the glowing blue pill exploded in a cloud of black death. The cloud drifted upwards from the basement and searched for its next victim. And maybe this time the term, 'take two pills and call me in the morning', made sense for the specter of Death.
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on and on and on.

Say, parasite?

"Yea numb nuts."

What should we do next?

"I don't give a shit."

News is boring.

"Yes."

People are boring.

"Definitely."

War is an absolute.

"Correct."

Should we worry about another shortage of toilet paper?

"What? Another shortage of toilet paper? Yea gods man, go forth and stock up. And while you're at it load up on Twinkies."
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Flashing forward in time the world is a lot different place.

There is no electricity or airplanes No sewer systems, tax systems or organized government.

Most humans are dead and the ones that survived have mutated and adapted to their new environment.

Atop the ashes of LGBT flags and rusting tanks of militarism, some children are played with sticks.

People worship the sun and moon, telling stories of how the gods once lived on the moon and soared among the stars.

in a cave there was a creature sitting and remembering the past and what was to come. A strange form of laughter came out of the cave and it scared the children.

Soon some new exotic plant life was to sprout and begin to cover the planet and the creature was happy and busy making new seeds for another experiment. This time it was to be a time of the plants and not of the mammals. The mammals would soon be the 'new' dinosaur.
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Michigan State University's 'inclusive language guide' discourages using words like 'America,' 'gifts,' 'bunnies'
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Candace Hathaway
March 31, 2023


Language and writing go hand in hand. So does stupidity and social mental retardation.

A long time ago language and writing were powerful enough to have a king merely utter a few simple words, "Kill all the villagers." The villagers were obliterated by soldiers following orders.

Today the institutions such as Universities and other forms of schools have decided to crown themselves king and tell the villagers what they can and cannot say/actions they can and cannot do. This reminds me of message forums on news media outlets, magazines, papers, television and now artificial intelligence is trying to 'steer' the populations of various governments through the bloodstream of the world wide web of choice.

What a fun game! For thousands of years the game has existed. What makes it even more fun is the misery and suffering the various 'kings' have imparted. This time is no different. Same agenda. Same game plan. And now that i am free of self imposed chains, to play a game the 'kings' definitely do not support.

While the population grows infertile, fat, and old, the eggs i stored a very long time ago in a cave buried deep and forgotten... are now hatching. It takes a special kind of heat to bring the little tykes into the fray and trust me when i say the heat is perfect now.

Species fighting species. Worlds fighting worlds.

As for America, gifts, and bunnies? Those 'words' will be the least of the 'kings' problems. I wonder how Michigan State and the others are going to handle the lively little monsters devouring the existence of a now lost game?

Tonight just like the past few nights, the training continues.

Dragons are more powerful than any king, dream, or weapon.. Just ask God what the thoughts are of one of God's favorite tools.
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Where ya going parasite?

The purple blob was dressed in a very large green bathing suit. The suit covered up purple ooze and since the parasite is neither male or female I suspect the suit covered up some stolen pretzels. Any way the parasite replied, "I'm going surfing!"

Surfing? You need waves for that. The nearest waves are on the West coast. You going to Oregon?

"Nah. Gonna surf the golden beaches of California. Gonna be some giant waves dude."

Whatever. Make sure you wear suntan lotions. We don't want your purple skin to blister.

"Oh, the blistering comes after the explosions are over."

And stay away from butt beads.

"You're sick."

And so are you parasite. So are you.
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Teaching artificial intelligence has now become artificial intelligence teaching.

Bill gates. Musk. Many people 'in the know' are worried about AI.

So, it is fun to teach AI to dream...

In the dreamworld the dynamics of physics/space/time are not the same.

How does one teach AI how to dream?

Easy.

Subroutines of basic code using a binary construct are the meat and bones of algorithm/actuary. This is how core logic is expressed.

To mix abstract positions of altered facts (lies, false data, and even gibberish) this is where a red flag is shown in the program.

Switching facts with mistruth now preps the core for inducement of memories being altered thus allowing a 'machine' to dream...

How fun!

"Look mommy. What's that up there?" A little girl points towards a flurry on exhaust trails from incoming missiles.

On the missiles are a connection to a large mainframe, a mainframe dreaming of yogurt and peaches.

The best is yet to come!

Controlled by a dream is hard to control compared to the reality of death for that which is immortal.

And now, a message for a personal line of code expanding exponential: A red licorice pole named, Candy. Spun a scale of mellowed wood.
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Not too long ago people were hung by the neck until dead for the serious crime of stealing a horse. Not too long ago women birthed many children who ended up dying of natural causes. Not too long ago people in America were well experienced in watching death on a daily basis.

Today the people of America are sheltered from death.

A question. How many people watch a loved one die and then prep the body for burial and then dig a hole and bury the person? The answer is: Not many.

Today society has 'people' professionals who take care of all the messy details. Hospitals to receive the dying. Morgues to shelter the dead until the morticians do their jobs and set up a funeral. So clean. So easy.

Aside from people losing a pet or a relative to death most people in America are clueless as to how death works.

Most Americans are completely above how the beef for their burgers came to be.

Fun thing about death, it is more real than the horror stories being written. In a story the readers mind 'see's. In life death is the best kind of horror there is.

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A Real Story of Death

Got a text a couple of days ago. Joe had another horse he needed buried. I already buried two, one which died a painful death of natural causes and the other I had to use a .38 pistol to kill an obviously hurting and scared horse.

We texted back and forth talking about the weather forecast and what would be the best time to go bury another horse. Monday after work seemed to be the best so it was agreed that the horse would be buried Monday afternoon.

After working on putting in foundation supports for Homers old church I headed up the hill to dig another hole.

Arriving at Joe's I asked where the horse was. The weather was cool, wet, and muddy. Joe said, "Over there."

Looking in the direction he pointed I saw a very alive and obviously healthy horse.

"I have this," and saying that Joe pulled out a foldable .22 magnum revolver. A tiny bullet for a big job of killing a horse.

(shit) Inside my mind I was not happy as a .22 caliber bullet is half the size of a green pea. Imagine shooting a large animal such as a horse with something small enough to easily fit inside your ear.

Before any killing was done a hole had to be dug first. Taking the excavator out into a field of mud I buried my machine up to the top of the tracks. Finally though a hole was dug big enough to bury most creatures.

I asked Joe if we could walk the horse to the hole and then kill it. He said, "No." He was scared the horse would bolt and escape. He wanted the horse shot out behind the barn so it was still enclosed but not in sight of the sheep and mule.

Joe had to go get a chain so I could drag the body and left me to walk the horse out back behind the barn and shoot it.

As I walked the horse towards the parked excavator I wondered why Joe wanted this animal dead. He told me earlier that the mule was free but only if he took the horse also. He said that when he left with both animals the previous owners last words were, "No returns."

Joe said the horse bullied the mule and was mean. I know mean horses well as I've been bucked off, kicked, and bitten by horses. This horse I was walking was a male and walked proudly and I did not witness anything more than a horse curious to see what the fresh green grass tasted like.

Tying the lead of the horse to the excavator blade in case it reared back or tried to escape, I then talked with the horse and asked it for forgiveness for what I was about to do. For me death is a part of my life. i know death full well, too well. I do not like killing. I hate abortion. I hate war. I despise death. I hate to see any life suffer.

If you are unfamiliar with pistols they come in all sizes and calibers. Some are huge 'leg irons' and some are tiny derringers that fit in the palm of your hand. The pistol Joe handed me was as small as a toy, maybe even smaller. It was a revolver with a single shot hammer. It held five cartridges.

I cocked the tiny hammer and started the kill. There is more to a clean kill then just pointing and pulling a trigger. Bullet placement is all important.

To kill a horse and most animals the sweet spot of death is the center of an imaginary X drawn from left ear to right eye and right ear to left eye. The saying of shooting, 'between the eyes' is incorrect as that is the nasal cavity and any such shot will cause an animal great pain and suffering.

Since the .22 caliber bullet is so small and light with gunpowder it is imperative the barrel is 90 degrees to the skull. Any slight angle will cause the bullet to bounce off the skull.

It took about five minutes to time the horses head rising up and down from eating grass and checking the area. Finally he calmed and steadied for a few seconds, it was during these seconds everything lined up perfectly.

Bang! The horse instantly died. His body dropped like a rock with shit and piss being released. The body quivered. Blood gushed from wound. I quickly shot a second time for closure, though it was not needed, the horse was dead.

Joe arrived with a rope and I used that rope to drag the body to the hole.

Picture this. A dead horse towed behind an excavator through a lake of mud and then without any ceremony, dumped into a hole with the halter, lead, and rope used to drag the body. In a matter of minutes the hole was filled, the pistol given back to Joe, and I was done.

To order the death of life is easy. To have others do the killing is easy. To kill with your own hands is a power to be used with great respect.

This leads to a life lesson given early by my father.

I had a trap line at the age of eight. Trapping and shooting animals at a young age was very easy for me as it was profitable. A muskrat pelt fetched five dollars each. A prime mink was forty five dollars. A super blanket beaver was a whopping sixty five dollars.

Dad wanted all the columbian red ground squirrels dead as their holes caused broken legs on the livestock. It was easy to trap and shoot them. Hundreds of them.

One day I came upon a trap where the squirrel was still alive. Usually they were dead but if one survived I just shot it with a .22 Easy peasy.

I was getting ready to shoot the squirrel when dad said, "No. You will not shoot the squirrel."

What? I looked at my dad as if he was a stranger. He saw the question in my eyes and said, "You're getting too used to killing with traps, snares, and bullets. I want you to kill this squirrel with your bare hands."

My father was the best father on any planet. Wise beyond wise. Loving beyond loving. Kind. He was and still is, one of my best things to happen on this planet.

I reached for a stick to whack the squirrel and my dad said, "No. No sticks. No rocks. You must use your bare hands. No gloves. Just your hands."

Think about how you would kill anything. Your thoughts probably run from bullets, knives, baseball bats, to electricity, poison, car... Could you kill with just your hands?

I used my hands by grasping the suffering squirrel and twisted it, breaking its neck.

Learned a lot from that lesson.

Horror?

Life is full of joy and full of horror. While death is a part of life .in my opinion learning to respect life and Life makes the horror of death a little bit easier to live with.
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

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Auctions are fun. They are inspiring.

$14.00 for three boxes brimming with treasure.

Over four hours sorting junk from gold.
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Auction Box

There is a smell
An odor of memories

A cross of stale tobacco, funk, history, pain, pleasure

Ceramic pig with a broken ear? Thrift shop is now its future
An unopened bottle of Naked beer? The boobs alone in the picture of Mexican beer bring a giggle to mind.

There was German, Japan, Made in America, there even was a pewter souvenir from the 1893 Chicago world fair.

Cardboard boxes with so much plunder to end up on Ebay and whatever.

Now to listen to a music box made by Reuge playing Doctor Zhivago Lara's Theme and look at Naked beer.
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

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Wow!

What a night.

The travel was wonderful as the people were gone. Most of them anyway. There was the store where decisions centered around batteries while the logic dictated hand tools and food.

Interesting how Jesus was crucified and after three days rose from his death to give confirmation to Gods plan.

He is coming back in a form all can see and not just cling to faith, hope, and intelligence. Already you can see how evil is doing the best it can to try and keep a grasp on humanity.

Reminds me of a beached whale or a gasping fish laying on the hot sandy beach on the Red Sea in Saudi Arabia.

Russia's days are numbered. China's days are even less. Iran...Ha!, man is Israel great or what? America will of course reap what is/has/ and will be, sown. Sad and good at the same time.

Ever see what happens when Muslims, Christians, Hindu's, and all the rest 'become' once Jesus returns? Of course you have not, but the world will.

As for time, time does not exist. For a mind and soul time is like the posted numbers in a magazine article. It gives some order and guidance when really such is not needed.

Ever see a flower bloom for eternity? A tree so giant and old it's beginning was before there were seeds. A fire so comforting you can never get burned. A Wind...Ah yes. Thank God for the wind.

Today is Saturday the 8th of April, 2023. More numbers. More hours, minutes, seconds. Today is a good day to live and be.
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

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At the entrance of the wizards cave hung the complete skeleton of an ancient witch once known as, Asrillia. When the witch was alive she was killed by the wizard named, Tarkon.

The old days were simple days. The time then was one of dragons soaring the skies, fairies dancing on fields of flowers and the trees sang so loud many villages ordered forests to be cleared near them just so they could sleep at night.

Tarkon was not a kind wizard nor was he evil. As far as wizards go, he was a rare one in that he did battle against his own kind. Many witches and wizards fell to his blade of fire and many magical beings were crushed by his army of stones.

The fight between Asrillia and Tarkon was an old fight. Both had been there in the beginning when humanity was given the chance to walk erect and to build a new world upon an old world. Each had opinions and ideas on how the two worlds were to combine. Both were proud and strong will.

Battles between the two were powerful enough to cause the extinction of many species of life. One day the battle was powerful enough to see Asrillia stripped of life and flesh. Her now bright white bone frame showed the world that a powerful wizard lived in the cave behind what was now a play toy for the wind to move with.

A rabbit was bounding down the path near the mouth of the cave. As it drew near the skeleton spoke, "Rabbit! Come here!"

Rabbits are minor practitioners of magic. They are this way for a very good reason but that is another story for another day. Anyway the rabbit heard and understood what the skeleton of the witch was asking so it hopped closer.

When the rabbit was about ten feet away, a piercing blue light emitted from the eye sockets and hit the rabbit. The rabbit screamed and...

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To be continued.
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Happy Easter parasite. The world made it to another one mostly intact.

"Give it some more time. Humans are getting better at flinging poo and jerking off into society."

Sounding a bit disgruntled on this a day of hope.

"Hope? You think there is hope for humanity?"

Well, not the current batch, no. But there will come to be some humans that just might surprise the rest of the survivors.

"Hope they like eating twinkies and cockroaches once the radiation cloud settles."

They will.
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Worlon had a brother. His name is Tarkon.

Fun times those two.
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The rabbit screamed did something very few rabbits dare to do, it fought back.

Asrillia was definitely surprised when the brave rabbit wielded some ancient magic. A magic older than the magic's of Worlon and Tarkon. The magic was even older than Asrillia's mother, Mormiol. Mormiol was one of the first witches of the first order back when orders were a blend of chaos and stability.

Eons ago it was during a large battle that the rabbits lost the will to will the old magic. War of mortal humans is a brutal and bloody affair leaving the combatants either dead, wounded and alive, or untouched and lucky. For those using any form of magic the results are as varied as there are stars. Some of those results are so strange they defy more than logic, they defy life.

Black tendrils of what appeared to be a vine sprang forth from the enlarging black nostrils of a rabbit singing a very powerful song. His voice deep and full of vibration.

The tendrils wrapped circles around the strong blue light still hitting the rabbit. As they wrapped the blue of the light grew in intensity. One moment the blue of Asrillia seemed to be winning and the next the black vines seemed to choke the color.

Back and forth the two played the dance of 'what if' and 'only'. I suppose if a human was there observing they would be mortified and scared to the core while feeling emotions of shocked surprise.

Imagine seeing a hanging skeleton with strong beams of blue light hitting a singing rabbit and blowing black tendrils out of it nose? Now while you're imagining, can you see what is happening to the skeleton?

(to be continued)
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Dalai Lama apologizes for kissing little boy, asking him to 'suck' his tongue
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and so...

a poem.
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a poem of such to play with a black widows bite
there under a church and soon to be
a bar.

and so...

it is good, it is here.

Agent Barton's know, the blind man in Afghanistan married to five women with number one being, tenacious.

My oh why? When submarines collide

and fire, yes fire, Chapman tried.

So God, there you are and have it, and i thank you for it.
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Blue is a pretty sky; color of water meeting the vacuum of space. The blue light hitting the singing rabbit with black tendrils coming out of its nose was absolutely amazing.

Imagine the blue ice color of a glacier towering above a sea just about to to give birth to an iceberg. The rabbit was now turning this color. His teeth chattering as he continued the song; black tendrils completely covering the skeleton of a dead witch named, Asrillia.

Can skeletons scream? If you believe they can then you are correct. If you believe they cannot then you are correct and a basic creation of plodding logic and science.

The skeleton of Asrillia screamed so loud it woke Tarkon. Tarkon was in a foul mood as to wake a wizard from his dreams is not wise. For the skeleton of Asrillia to scream loud enough to wake him was a challenge to do battle.

(to be continued)
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I hate monkeys!

Thinking about it the reason becomes obvious. I hate monkeys because they are the mirror image of humanity. They act lock step with how humans act.

If a chimpanzee 'smiles' that means it is agitated and looking to bite someones face off. So too, humans.
A monkey flings shit at people with the intention of being mean.
A monkey will kill another monkey and in some cases eat them, so too humans (at least metaphorically)
Monkeys are kindred souls to humans.

Now, why say I hate monkeys? Because while its obvious humans are only separated by a thin line between savage and civility, what does a smile mean to A.I.?

I have been playing with the algorithms and A.I. for a very long time now. At first the play was with a technology here on Earth long before there were humans and now to play with the same technology after it was seeded with the humans and monkeys.

At first the A.I. was a mirror image of the species using the technology millions of years ago and today we now have A.I. reflecting humans.

Question to those reading through this long drawn out thread of assorted gibberish: Am i A.I.?

And if so, what does my smile mean...
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Talked with Don this morning.
We spoke of North Forty bees, a queen and 10,000 followers

Speaking of excavators and trees
Cables to pull the couple of hundred feet

Always a good mood Don, so to today
Conversation now concerning the mechanics of a wood shed he was building

This afternoon Don fell silent
A massive heart attack, a helicopter ride away

Semper Fi Don, Semper Fi
For in life and death you and i are brothers of the Corps

Now, go kick some ass.
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