Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

There it is... A worm. Winding the way and munching away and leaving such wonderful vibrations.

Ice.
Desert.
Space.
Soil.

(gotta say it) Wheee!

And now inspired by magic. Wonderful. Dangerous. Proud. Now try magic mixed with humble.

If you possess the ability to destroy or create a world would you humble yourself and work as a senior greeter at a local WalMart?

If so, why?
If not, why?

Some profess in great detail their 'ability'. Only, is it 'theirs'? A gift? A talent? A curse? A blessing?

Here is an example of some very simple magic. Powerful magic. Simple magic.

Try kindness to those you despise. Try kindness to those you not only want to destroy but to those whom you could kill as easy as snapping your fingers...

Do you find such a spell to be impossible or too easy?

Whatever. Some would say kindness is not magic. Some would say the use of magic gets you something for nothing.

Now try this, adjust your mind to tap into the whole human collective... Is it hard for you? Impossible? Easy?

All well and good, now, strip naked. Throw everything away and take your inner essence, your soul if you prefer, and play poker with God tonight/today/tomorrow/last year/10,000 years ago/10,000 years from 'today'.

Can you now see the worm winding it's way through the fabric of magic/reality?

[Lipinski]

Okay. So. You know what? (coughing up an ice cube.)
Uhm...
Okey dokey. ( 11.0.0.0.0)

"Trumps gots balls. Bidens gots diapers."

"Ar3e you drunk asshole?"

Fuck no. I mean i am f-e-e-l-i-n-g
uhm...
great!
*

S0. so. So. sO.
i mean
a raven eating a sliver of the man-in-the-moon,
A tri
angle
of
sorts.

And look!
(inside)
Some planets align
while others
are
obliterated.
...

[Lipinski]

What if someone comes?
What would happen?
Going after anyone who can pose a threat.

What if someone comes?
A hand on a clock at odds with itself.
Who is guilty?

I think
i think
a raven prowls the night.

[Lipinski]

now as to the 'time pieces' you call clocks...
set the clock for whatever number you want
time
still
does
not
exist.

[Lipinski]

the road once muddy was dry today
small sharp rocks with flowers growing near the sides
sun was shining
crickets chirping
stopped the truck to take a pee
it was a good day
wonderful even, to see everything
Feeling good and proceeded back down the road feeling happy
though feeling sorry for the cricket bewildered, there beside the road, shaking off the pee.

[Lipinski]

a smell
subtle
powerful
pizza?
yes, and is there the smell of blossoms?
and,
and,
and yes, the smell of a garden, rabbits, birds, corgi's..
a smell today,
of life.

[Lipinski]

'A Path Forward'
inspired by a question: "What do you plan for a career?"


Written by: Not Nancy Pelosi

Such a future.

A journey of exploration of a vibrant world filled with life.

To grow both in body and mind.

Strive for knowledge and achievement, filled with the the pain of failure and loss while savoring the sweet taste of success.

With the passing moments to become whatever it is that I will become or can be.

(Pause now and think about what you just read)

A wonderful future.

Bright.

A chance of attending something greater than myself

(A sound among bright lights. Medical professionals prepping.)

In only a few minutes my future went blank. A black void of nothing. In the womb where I lay growing a preparing for a career of Life… I was destroyed.

Aborted.

Killed.

But my mother, she now has to only concern herself with her career and future, a life where she has the choice to do or be whatever it is she wants.

Maybe she will miss me?

Maybe now she will be happy?

[Lipinski]

What would you call it?
Imagine: A new robot. A new line of robot full of improvements over all the previous models.
The new robots are full of the newest and adaptive form of artificial intelligence.
They are gifted with the ability to reproduce.
Agile.
Fast.
Excellent.
Yet... they are programmed to also suffer breakdowns, aging, fatigue, pain, insanity, death...
What would you call them?
For me, I call them humans.

[Lipinski]

Happy mommy day. (a compliment coming from a survivor)
or
if to be an easy explanation,
there is no need.
*

From dulled edge of hot forged steel; time the nemesis.
Riding the legs of speed.
Glance and blow
Pounding need
Pounding
Steam boiling the locomotive
Thrust of sweat the steed.
...
To be the worn and tired iron of a shod war horse eternal
Continuing the journey with the rider
Pray the nails never fade.

[Lipinski]

Some believe in Heaven
Some believe in Hell
Some believe both are the same
Some believe in nothing, not even the notion they are alive...
What do you believe in?
Is it real?
Is it fantasy?
Is it a lie?
The real question is, who cares?
Who cares if you live or die?
I prefer the comfort not of questions or answers, rather in the warm comfort of oblivion where one can slumber peacefully while the worlds are naked and cold to chaos
asking/answering questions,
of course,
that's just one way.

[Lipinski]

i can see you...
you can see me...
they can listen...
tonight i am going to lick some stars and play marbles with some planets
in the morning, to arise fresh and take a peek at you while you look at me...
they can listen... only they hear the opposite of what i want them to see.

[Lipinski]

"You can't travel faster than the speed of light," said by a descendant of the now dead neanderthal

"You can travel faster than the speed of light," said by many fiction writers and scientists with the basic understanding of what gravity is.

"Light is nothing more than a manipulation of emissions of a manipulated form of energy," said by a nutjob.

"Why travel when you can be anywhere at anytime with merely a blink of the eye," (wink)

[Lipinski]

Old sayings: 'Camel through the eye of a needle' or 'Angels dancing on the head of a pin'.

New sayings: 'You can't fix stupid' or 'Abortion is a woman's right'. (both sayings go well together)

That's not the inspiration today as lately inspiration has mainly been a growing vibration of death/corruption. You can hear it in the songs of the wild honey bee. You can smell it in the fear of rat shit. Cherry trees are sick. Centipedes are trying to hide.

So, death/corruption are the choice for this planet. Not global warming, climate change, pollution, humans, animals, fish, insects... The planet itself has chosen to pass through the eye of a needle, to dance on the head of a pin. The planet cannot fix stupid and abortion is a planets right, right?

In the vastness of space when i look down I see a watery planet filled with life. Life upon a planet that in no way shape or form can 'hurt' what cannot be hurt. However, not the other way around.

Earth is now on a path to pass through a very small hole. Imagine: A planet you may think as massive will pass through a hole so small your most powerful microscope will not be powerful enough to see it happen.

"Bullshit!" said by the proud and haughty intellect of A.I. and other forms of intelligence.

This planet so much of so many takes such wonderful pride is is nothing more now than a killing machine. Sad in a way but totally expected as Mars went through the hole and is now in the process of a reset. Though, this is nothing more than fantasy, right? Bullshit. Garbage. Delusional. Fiction.

Good.

Excellent.

Everyday the vibrations are becoming more intense. The dance beginning to take focus. Time more intense in chaotic chance.

If you believe in God, good. If not, why?

Anyway, that's the inspiration for writing today. Another day. And just now, the planet farted.

[Lipinski]

and peaches
and twine
and moonpies.

Yippee do da day.

[Lipinski]

why is there fear in their faces?
to run like a rabbit being chased by a fox only to lead to insecure dreams and the nightmare reality there is no escape.

scorn in the face while facing a smile and wave
driving in smug belief of superiority while failing to see a mouse in pain.

it would cause laughter if only the stench of hate was not so obvious. the evil so permeating. the curtain/veil burned to ashes and revealing such toxic waste.

shit dropped by ignorance and stumbling feet.
talk of brotherly and sisterly love.
rituals.
games...

there is good reason to fear.
very good reason
and then again...
maybe another lesson.

[Lipinski]

(vibrations of intense hate set into motion the reality of just how much, just how much, just, just, just...hate)

Consumption: South Africa, you're fucked. China, you're really fucked. The biggest fuck of all though is Earth.

The group tried over a week ago to sway the mind, to warn the body/mind, the group failed, the group...is fucked.

When tied to a dimension oozing with putrid sensations; greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed; one desire neither God or Evil, Heaven or Hell. One desires nothing but... but... just, just, just, the hate of war.

There are those moment where orders made were made to be disobeyed. This is one of those moments.

[Lipinski]

The Stone People

Written by: Your imagination

In a world where gossip is the perfect word to describe actions which portray the telling of truth, partial truth, and out right lies. There is the origin of gossip. An origin as old as the stone people.

Back in time before time was recorded and the second hand set into motion there existed the glowing/growing spirits of Creation.

The Wind blew life in the solid rock mountains as well into the stars, trees, plants, animals... The people were first called the Stone People.

Among the people there was community. The men fished and hunted. The women tended to children and craft. Women and men living and working together in a world perfect for them.

As the people grew they developed ideas and thoughts. New ways of making music. New ways of testing and trying natural medicine.

There also arose the concepts of politics, art, games.

With the growth also came a woman. A woman who never seemed to be young or extremely old. She just was and was a fixture in the community.

With a smile or look of shock she would gain the ear of anyone nearby who would listen to what she said, "Did you hear?" or "He broke a spear on a rock because his aim was bad," or "She was barren and could never gain child."

Gossip.

And soon,

power.

Men had yet to learn of war and killing. That would arrive soon.
Women had yet to learn of killing their babies in the womb. That would arrive soon.
But they did hear the women speak of who did what, of what was why, and of this they them those...

The women learned she had the power to spread actual news such as the berries down by the river were extra sweet this year, or that the deer were blessed with many twins birthed and thus ensuring a good hunt.

It did not take long for her to learn that partial truth was beneficial to both herself and those she favored.

Before she would take a walk with the wind upon her death she learned the power of deceit. Of lying in a way seeming truthful only to harvest a bumper crop of harmful lies.

A shame to see how far the rock has fallen. Shattered into sand and spread by the wind now, with disdain.

[Lipinski]

whee, fucking, whee...

And then again, laughing my ass off. Timing? Impeccable! Bravo!

and then....

and thennnn.....

peaches!

(Matt was cool. Obvious yet cool.)

as for you...
(hahaha har dee har har...)

True definition of a fantasy rendition.

[Lipinski]

Free Tree's

Written by: A education moron

So, where was I?

Oh yes. Free tree's.

To see a small healthy tree grown alongside Joseph Plains Rd is to see a small healthy tree doomed to a future of weed spray, mastication, grading, and torture by those traversing the path.

To stop, smell the forest smells, look at tracks in the dust and then dig up and transplant a tree. Last time it was a healthy young fir. A fir now gaining root in a new journey. Tomorrow maybe a fir, maybe a pine, maybe even a larch though larch have a deep root needing extra care in extraction.

It feels good inside to see a small healthy tree giggle in appreciation, and imagine: 50 scarlet maple and 50 red oak trees.