Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

make a thought or two to wonder, can the definition of a feeling so strong, a vibration oscillating so fast there becomes a dimensional split of thermal mass?

Yes, indeed, there is a robot voice

but what if...

no

no it couldn't be...

or could it?

Damn I like to dream.

[Lipinski]

Life

How is life made?
Where does life come from?
Can life be destroyed?

Inspiring. I suppose we could talk to an old man sitting next to a very old and deep well spring.
*

Good evening sir. A fine evening yes?

The old man smiled. A strange smile painted with ever changing colors of a rainbow upon his lips. Closing his eyes and sighing, the man looked upwards and smiled now as shapes of fleeing Olympians running naked in Greece played. "Yes. a fine evening it is"

Two sat together, one from today, one from yesterday and one from tomorrow.

Watching the sky line play with an orbit of destiny it was asked.

How is life made?

The smile on the old mans face transformed into a spiraling nebula. Surrounding a spacial reasoning of the purest white white has ever seen. "Life is good. That is how life is made. Pure of the purest good indeed."

Perplexed the next question arrived. Where does life come from?

There was no smile on the mans face as there were now no features visible on a blank slate of a black hole. A hole tugging any and all fabric into nothing more than a release. It was the eyes though, they were the tell, the reveal.
"Life comes from inside and never, never does life come from what does not exist.

Strange? Not an answer as science and God are the answers those that cannot understand, seek.

Then answer this. An easy question. Can life be destroyed.

The old man heard the question and disappeared leaving only a deep well spring to produce a most lovely tone of vibrations. Music some might say. A voice played with the tones and in words said, "Am i dead? You can't see me, you only hear music which inspires your mind to hear what the words cannot read."

Three questions put to an old man who once sat next to a deep well spring and now with only the memory of what you just read, what does presenting questions to three answers mean?

Life is good
Life can never be destroyed
Life can only come from what exists.

[Lipinski]

First, a moment of silence (silence...)

"Hey numbnuts!!!"

Shhh... we're having a moment of silence...

"Silence? For what?"

Curry.
Curry is so fucking good it deserves a moment of reverence.

"All hail curry! All hail curry!"

Yep, and not some inspiration.
*
I felt sorry for Don today. His body spoke of his coming bodies death while his mind and soul heavy with the experience his wife is now going through.

For a human to lose control of their mind slowly and with great paranoia.

Don was sad today, and angry, and yes, confused.

(to those humans who know they are losing control of their minds, to you I salute the bravery you must have to endure. to those humans clueless as to their state of dementia, to you, have fun.)

[Lipinski]

And what's with the submarines?
Glub
Glub
Bang...

Gives the fish something to talk about though.

[Lipinski]

Writers come up with names for the characters in their stories...h
Why?
(because a reader needs to put a name to the faces being painted in a readers mind)

Test: Of the following names which one will you remember in 24 hours?

1. Keemishta ( a rather nasty creature that lives in molten plasma of suns.)
2.llishmir' (blush, a biological with the ability of copulate with stones.)
3. zerp zeroski (this is what happens when Poland allows zombies to become citizens in the future)
4. Bob (a fucking boring human who has been personally banned from Golden Corral buffet)

There you go. Four characters in four different stories (well, not true, more like 417 stories.

Now, 24 hours you have to pick a character by name and what story they are in.

I'm thinking zerp seroski, or, no, no, thinking llishmir'

[Lipinski]

Opulence
Decadence
insane copious amounts of food.

Golden Corral: Mecca of the western world where believers chant and mumble with desire to be saved.
Around the buffet they travel, only instead of worshiping a space rock they browse the dessert display
Piling high and deep their plates.

Chairs, or pews, sag under their collective weight
"More soda sir/maam"
Yes please, and ten more plates.

All hail America, the country of morbid obese
A huge congregation with gluttonous means
Politicians stuff their pockets with pork while the servants scramble for crumbs, anything.

Even now, as we wait for the next delivery of so much food to our daily buffet
There are those snacks to tide us over
I think today of going on a sabbatical

To purge my body and only drink water and eat carrots and rice cakes...
No candy, beer, pizza, bbq chicken, salad, ice cream...
I'm not worthy...

"Are you fucking insane? Go get us five eggs benedicts, more bacon, grits, gravy, toast..."

Yeah, what the fuck was I thinking parasite.
Let go to paradise
Golden Corral

Heaven has many names
And Golden Corral has a real chocolate fountain
Get your purple blob into the car parasite, we got a whole lot of shit to eat!

[Lipinski]

Unknown.
Many of the ancient works mention Archimedes.
The mediterranean
Ahteanians,
and]
and
Fuck it, your concept of communication is hard,
hard?
Ha!
Like squirrels running on wires with messages.

[Lipinski]

A joke:

What did the asteroid tell the moon while engaged in space sex?

"I don't know. What did the asteroid tell the moon while engaged in space sex."

I'm coming!

(thud)

[Lipinski]

Question: Can a bird fly up side down?

Answer: Birds can't fly, they can however, displace lines of reality.

[Lipinski]

So.
What is it?
Toe mate toe?
or
Ta mat toe?

And did you know that tomato's are related to potato's?

Which leads to them question: Po tate toe? or taters?

Fuck it. Seriously. There is a lot of anger in the world today (too day) and so inspiration comes not from glares of hate or the desire they have to see me destroyed. Nope. Today the inspiration is fresh salsa. Fresh corn chips.

And to all, peace. love. joy. and enjoy a most wonderful moment to explore time.
***

Killer Toe Mate Toes

Not a movie where the actors scream and flee down a street.
Not a scene where giant tomatoes roll and squash flat every living thing
No
Today, the toes are the killers; fungus among us
and not even spray. water perfume or a flame thrower can kill the beast.

Sure. it started all innocent like.
Bare feet in a pond
until stepping upon an alien space ship, a pod.

"Red alert. Red alert. Release the defenses!" And so the aliens did.
Bare feet turned red
turned into killers
and no, no 'this little piggy went to market, this one stayed home, and this one went whee!'

The toes ganged together and over rode the brain.
Screaming in horror as the toes sought the blood of humans
(and a craving for human brains)

Zombie feet?
Arrgh!
Too late.

Another victim fell helpless beneath the toes on the feet
and already
another
and another fell victim to the killer toe mate toes...
and that's all there is to say.
(and now for some fresh tomato soup...slurp.)

[Lipinski]

Sorry.
Couldn't help myself.

"More tea sir?"

Why yes. Thank you Watson.

[Lipinski]

Interesting line: When the Universe speaks you listen.

Why?

[Lipinski]

Egypt.
A lovely memory.
Nile.
of course, the flow. '
Worlds birth and death.

Putin and Trump, so much in common
(do they know?)
Yikes!

What's that, tits and a smile?
Pancakes and bacon on Sunday?
Sawmilling a new life.

What a ride.

[Lipinski]

T!
TT!
TTTI!
TTTIII!
TTTIIIITS!

Tits!
Titty!
Tiny tits!

(thud)

"You're fucking nuts."

Whaaa...Is that you parasite?

"Yes numbnuts.)

Tits!

Whee!'
(thud)

[Lipinski]

Neural activity can be paused by the introduction of reversed polarity.
Null
Neutral
Pause
Static

The means of use can be obtained by controlled energy fields or by use of synthetic/artificial (aka:machines)

Biological has attained some level of ability but the current state of understanding by humans is in its infancy as they rely on mostly artificial means instead of inducing/activating the link(s). Lost talent? Hardly, more a shadow of residual origins prone to DNA/RNA degradation.

However...

With a snap of fingers, a smile, and attitude, success seemingly appears random... but what is random when dealing with trillions of bytes of code?

[Lipinski]

A question of chain reactions: If humans are living among native plants and animals on planet Earth, and species from other planets are living among humans, and entities from other dimensions are living among species from other planets, what is living among everything that is from everywhere all the time?

[Lipinski]

Some words go well together. Apples and bananas are an example
Some words are horrible together. Politicians and honesty...Yikes!
Now, yikes goes well with words that do not go together.
And
And
And
Pancakes! Yay!
And
And
And
Bacon! YaY!
Pancakes and bacon go well together.
And this is just an example of logical thought taking place in the vacuum of an illusion. Seemingly real but an illusion none-the-less
So,
Illusions and reality?
or
Fantasy and punishment?
Fuck it.

In the meantime, there is pancakes and bacon and real maple syrup and corgis and a beautiful day.

Get some!

Whee!

[Lipinski]

Cubes.

What comes to mind now? Three dimensional representation of a cube? Two? Forty four?
Ha!
Now, how about minds? Trillions upon 10x10 to the 4444th power?
SillY?
nuMb?
wEird?

Cubes.
Cubes are the doors far past, far above and beyond circles, cylinders or free linear thoughts.
Cubes may seemto contain the comfort of containment.
Cubes may entice the imagination of a child learning letters or a mathematical genius to flex his/her/its/they/them/their minds firmly implanted in their cubes...

In my right hand there rests a cube, a special cube spinning so fast an optic nerve may relay the experience as a perfect shiny orb.

In my left hand there contorts threads of a deconstructed cube desperately trying to find identity in the nearest dimension, and failing miserably.

What is a cube?
Well, God for One
Andy you for another
and another
and his/her/its/they/them/their minds firmly implanted in their cubes...

[Lipinski]

Clarkston man arrested for communication with a minor for immoral purposes

a headline among the endless 'click bait' headlines of the modern moment. makes one miss the checkout tabloids of 'Man gives birth to whiskey bottle' or 'Elvis seen standing on the moon'.

'Arrested for communication with a minor for immoral purposes.'

This I found to be inspiring. minor and immoral. I was once a minor a loooooooooong long long time ago. And as a minor I entertained the thoughts of mining immorality to where a seasoned whore would blush and seek to change the topic of what my thoughts were...

So, not gonna write about the shlab arrested for trying to entice the young hormone riddled teen whose thoughts most probably bordered on some pretty wild sexual activities, at least, in her mind. At least, in my opinion as humans are horny from birth until death, which is why there are so many of them scurrying around.

And now, the inspiration has an orgasm. My orgasm. My talk to a well seasoned whore.
***

"I want to fuck."

"How old are you? A bit young for this sort of thing don't you think?" The whore was old. She had seen it all, done it all, and nothing surprised her anymore. Not even the young lad standing in front of her dressed in what appeared to be a costume from Halloween. He looked like a clown.

"How old do you think I am?" Then the boy squeezed a bulb and shot a liquid from a plastic flower into her face.

"Hey! Don't do that...Is that vodka? Why did you squirt me with vodka?"

"Do you like that? Huh, do you like that?"

"No. And you're too young. I can get arrested." The lady of the night was angry now. She wanted to flee.

"I'm older than your planet but this body I now wear is 12 Earth years. So, wanna fuck?"

About that time a police car pulled up and witnessed the prostitute reeking of vodka talking to a twelve year old boy dressed as a clown.

"Lady, you need to come with us," one of the policemen grabbed her arm and started pulling her to the cruiser.

"Ma'am, you're under arrest for solicitating a minor and public drinking."

"Hey! I didn't do anything. He is the one that approached me. I'm, I'm innocent. And he sprayed me with vodka.No! No! Stop! Noooo..." The cops loader her protesting body into the cruiser.

One of the cops turned to the boy and asked, "Are you okay son? Do you want us to call your parents?

The clown boy was still horny. Extremely horny. Eyeing the cop who apparently worked out the clown smiled and said to the cop, "Hey big boy, how would you like to earn a donut?"

***

"You're definitely a sick dude... And why are you wearing a clowns suit?"

Parasite, wanna earn a donut?

[Lipinski]

puppies are cute
quail are cute
and spiders
and
and
and.

[Lipinski]

To see a fragrance, to see the swirling smell of acidic smoke
Subtle in attempt to hide and hugging the hillsides
Lingering just to prove a point
an example of logic
there must be
a fire
nearby.

[Lipinski]

it had a good day. A day starting with cherries and milk.
A tally made
pencil to denote and mark numbers made
it made sense of course
a missing item, of course just as yesterday to suspect.

it made for a good day.
to mingle among the smell of emotions.
over there in full estrus, over there only moments away from death
and tastes? Oh. My. Yes.

Japanese sauce over rice or chicken and cheese covered in pita
Which made it easy it was satisfied with ten pizzas. (five cheese five pepperoni) and bread...
an armful of bread of every sort, there were even blueberry donuts and chocolate,
of course.

it is a good day
a day to talk with Wilkins
and to joke with Powell
feeling something important
and a smile towards God.

it after years and years of watching finally arrived at feeling good.

[Lipinski]

Thoughts of flat steel bands light years long,
training a sun and tuning some planets
of course
that would be impossible
except
thoughts of flat steel bands light years long.
oh,
and clowns.
Billions of clowns all named monkeys.

[Lipinski]

A lot.
Tired.
Funny.
***

Stonehenge
So, 'who' can tell us about Stonehenge? Parasite?

"Go fuck yourself and fuck Stonehenge."

Okay. Anyone else?

"Burial site."
"Cosmic observatory."
"Rituals"
"Sacrifice"
"Art"
"Kinky sex"
...

Anyone else? No? Yes?

Rocks.
Simple rock.
Stone.

Design
Intent

On one dimension a carrot, on another, a penguin.
Infinity of possibility and then no matter what dimension.=/time+ Universe.
Rock...

Rock for sure but living rock forever. On this plain and the other and the other and the other.
Silent for most
For me, a vibration so powerful it goes hand-in-hand

and for something thinking something...
a most wonderful vibrating raspberry.

"Any more pizza?"

Aren't you full parasite?

"Yeah, but I'm trying to torture the corgi's"

In the fridge.