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To write of the senses. The basic means for a body to connect to their world. Touching. Tasting. Hearing. Seeing. Smelling. It works well and writers write well when using something that works well...

"Freak!

Nah parasite, just having fun.

"Freak!"

You already said that. Change it up...

"Big freak!"

Better.

Anyway, senses make sense and I'm sensing there is some inspiration in one sense; smell.
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Lazy casual his posture. Laying like a rising loaf of bread. Steam tendrils from flared nostril.
Raising an eye, a smell caught his attention...
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A tutorial in Dragon smell: Dragons stink. They stink in a strong pungent force of repellent . If your mind is conjuring up a picture of a reptilian, scaly lizard...You're close As to their stink, for most humans the smell would be rose oil. A refined and pure form of rose oil.

Their physical attributes/identity are a story for another time. Dragons definitely have many ways of pose.

Such smells in the worlds vast and varied. In the three dimensions the smells are of elemental basics. In each and every other dimension ascending the logic of incomprehension.

You can smell a lot. Smells ranging from sweet to sour. Some smells cause you to gag. Some smells cause you to get aroused. Some cause you to turn and run, or faint.

A dragon smells all that you do. And they smell much of what you cannot.

Some examples of what they smell: They smell fear. They know the odors of hate and love. With a tingle on their tongue they taste the death of stars.

Everything imaginable has an odor. Everything has a smell. Everything regarding smell that can tell, except for one thing...

Before you gain the answer, a dragon can smell the history of stone. Every item of your planet has a 'smell' A woman in heat, a man dying of cancer, a child's cold.

Dragons smell it... They smell it all. Except...while all of present and past have smell, not so, the future.

A dragon cannot smell the future as the ingredients change. Smell/future, (the dragon smiles) A dragon cannot smell the future...they can however, feel it.
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smells are wonderful.

When you eat a piece of pecan pie you can identify, home in, and follow the history of the pecan leading back to the site in California where the nut becomes what it became.

If you lift a rock from the snow and smell underneath you can smell the friction of cricket legs.

If you go to Washington D.C. you can smell the sour shit smell of politicians.

"If one smells robin's barefeet they will black out and wake later with a real bad headache."

Is that the best you can come up with? Have you ever smelled what that ooze is coming out of one of your appendage pits?

"Yeah. What the hell is that stuff? Smells like funky cheese."
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Thor is tempting the coyotes and lions. Now he takes Orf with him on walks. They smell much but so do they. Much like life. Enjoying it while waiting to be devoured.

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i know where the rock has been.
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Couple drowned newborn baby to keep her from crying, cops say
News
Cortney Weil
December 10, 2022
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Cops say? What does the couple have to say? More importantly, did the baby say, "glub glub," while it's little lungs were filling up with water?
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The Harvest

Some of the babies were selected to be allowed to grow into worker drones.
Some of the babies were allowed to grow and be trained in the art of sexual pleasure for the overlords.
Some were groomed for unmentionable activities.
Most were harvested for food for the rest.

At the age of seven months, just right in the age and marbling of veal like beast meat, the babies were harvested.
Nothing went to waste.
Their genitals were removed and pickled in a fine wine sauce. Stored in glass jars for an appropriate occasion, such as a religious holiday honoring the god of death.

There are many ways to store and prepare infants. All tasty and nutritious.

For the Monks of a country called, Californication, they would removed the fetus from the mother while it was still in the womb. In their laws such an action was considered honorable to the god of sex as the fetus was not human and thus eligible for consumption.

Whats on the menu tonight? Got baby? Yum!
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Words are inspiring. A single word can end a world. A simple word such as, ideology.

History is full of the destructive force of, ideology.

Rome and its empire lasted a 1000 years. A brief moment of ideology leading to its demise and the 'dark ages'.

It does not matter what ideology is practiced. Democracy. Socialism. Religious. Satanic. Magical. Logical. Republic. Royalty. Tribal. Individualism. As long as there are humans there is a shared and common bond of ideology, all of which lead to something powerful and usually, destructive.

Lately, the States of America have fractured into multiple groups of ideology. What fun! To watch a speeded-up process of decay and death.

Death is an ideology humanity fully embraces with wide open eyes and arms. With a flip of a switch a saint can become a very efficient killing machine...and, vice versa... Such the sweet smell of ideology.
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Choice of Intellect

He was a Harvard graduate of medicine. He spent his life trying to find the cure for cancer. Near the end of his life he killed his neighbor in a fit of rage because the neighbors dog liked to bark at all hours of the day and night.

He was a Corgi. A pembroke named, Thor. He was loyal, rebellious with a sly smile, and smart enough to train his owners to do his will. He was friendly, happy, and licked his balls after eating deer shit.

Question: Who is more intelligent? Who would you rather have as a close personal friend?
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The forest sang last night.
Tree;s standing proud and tall.
There was talk of boundaries and humans.

A lady said, "Wait."
With a swirl of smoke i traveled far beyond the dreamworld to a safe place
Safe among the sway and fro

A kennel, a cage, humans find their world to be a fine prison to live and express
They would find better, a better place
if only they listened to the words of the song
if they only chose to feel a trees heartbeat.
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Sparks are borne of an eternal fiery flame
Uncountable in number as one cannot count smoke
So many flying with the spark of intense heat.

A fire has always burned
Fueled by God
and watched...

Sparks search with a will
Free to ride the Wind
Anywhere they choose.

Some choose to run wild in a hurricane, fast with a fury of self, they quickly submit to a dimming glow of embers

Some choose to reflect and learn. To keep the glow alive. They glow for a long time; softly fading away.

Some choose to gain in intensity so powerful their heat destroys themselves and all.

Sparks aglow and spinning. Shining. Showing. Alive

And then...
There a few sparks that from the beginning, know of sacrifice
Going to where darkness reigns
Giving of themselves to ignite hope.

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To write now of an eagle. Not all eagles are the same just as not all squirrels are the same.

This eagle soared high above the prayers and hate, weaving between the tendrils rising from below and so easy to escape.

(inserting a picture of what the eagle is currently seeing: Himalayan candles as China tries more to pull the strings of powerful deceit. with a quick deflection it swoops through the mid orbit of Mars to feel the tickle of the Sun's magnetic release.)

Can you hear the song?
Rocks rolling. Eggs breaking. Three sheep standing eternal grazing upon dust.

Man pushes his choices as if a blade on a Cat D10; pushing and tearing innocence of life and then claim progress while the trees weep.

A woman scared of being a woman
A man a fool lead by lost dreams
A child unable to learn the old ways.

Soaring eternal.
Shaking off the snow and rain.
And when it needs rest to sleep and dream...
to rest upon the arch of a rainbow kissing a setting sun, while God plucks a small feather
setting adrift in the breeze.
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i just wrote a lengthy piece regarding the activity humans engage in, that being, spying.

Agent Barton knows full well what was written and knows full well just what is possible and can happen right in front of their collective noses.

With a swift swipe of the hand it deleted what was revealed. it had to do it because the world has a path which must unfold.

What fun!

Agent Barton, it is truly a pleasure to run you around in circles. it reminds me of a dog chasing its tail.
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A snowy day, perfect for installing metal roofing to reinforce the thoughts people have thinking the man is crazy.

Corgi's misbehaving as they should.

Tonight the inspiration is none other than, God.

It is true millions do not believe in God or gods or that the world is round while it is also true there are millions that believe in God or gods or that the world is flat.

i find it interesting to see the constant predictability of the human species. Able to assemble and rise into grand societies only to see those societies rot and fall to pieces. The country once known as, United States of America rose from the indigenous and the immigrants of many countries. It knee-jerked its way into a grand country capable of making a serious impact on two very large world wars.

Today, the new country now called, America, is quickly dissolving. There are believers in the country holding firm to God, country and guns. There are non-believers in the country holding firm to themselves and whatever flavor of the month is enticing, much like a moth is attracted to a flame.

Who is going to win? In America, as it is yesterday and today will definitely be a different place tomorrow. It will be different for many reasons. A rotting apple feeds the soil with nutrient and seed enabling new plant growth which replaces the apple with a new apple tree, so too this land, this world.
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Hello God. it is time to talk in the parlor of immortality. You do indeed have aaaa wonderful sense of humor. i truly enjoyed the joke you played on me yesterday and so i played one on agent Barton....

This talk by people lately that end times are near... Ha! it has only begun. It is amazing that for all the inspiration you give people that so many believe a rapture is coming, that people will be saved while others burnt in hell. What fun for a fantasy novel.

i know it seems fruitless to talk to non-believers about you as they are insecure to the point of only believing in themselves and the security blanket of worldly identity so many cling too, but you do have your way.

Some people ask, "If there is a God and he made Angels and one angel rebelled and went to war, than isn't that just plain wrong? Or at the least, show how weak you are?" i thought that one would make you smile...

The answer of course is an answer with a question from you: "Did i create an angel that rebelled or you..."

So many species with so many thoughts, idea's, shapes, forms. So many worlds. Each unique and full of Life and life.

On earth there is and will be evil so pure it will cause the rise of people such as Adolf Hitler to the fallen angel of one of your Apostles, Judas.

So many humans blame God for pain and sorrow. Some blame God for creating evil, yet again, did God create it or you...

Talks of snakes in the Garden of Eden leading humans astray. Really? Are those thinking evil was the influence for humans or was it you... In the Garden there is a pool of clear water which will reflect your image and desires both good and bad.

There is no doubt that evil and Evil exist, only did God create such or did God provide a species the ability, the free will to do absolutely anything they desire?

In places on most habitable planets where the species chose to manifest evil their choices (including Earth)
lead to a spreading tangible effect in the many other dimensions of which exist.

This question is now for you: Since there is a creation in the dimensions created and embraced by humans can that creation be forgiven? If Adolf Hitler truly sought God's forgiveness, would it be granted? If Lucifer truly sought God's forgiveness and sought once more to be with God, would that occur? The answer is simple: Yes.

Back to black and white as that is what most humans can accept. Right/wrong. Good/evil. Up/down.

Love and forgiveness are VERY important to God. And trust me when i say God is very patient and understanding. After all God allows Republicans, Muslims, Mormons, Boy Scouts, Democrats, Socialists, Communists, Bakers, and so many other strange concepts to exist.

This now leads to the main inspiration regarding God. If Jesus is going to return to 'Judge the living and the dead,' what does that truly mean? Two answers: 1. Remember how a rotting apple void of edible fruit and far past any useful redemption, decays and with millions of other rotten apples, composts into soil and new, fresh apple trees take root...

2. Jesus is indeed going to come to this planet you all call, home. You all are in for a great big surprise as Jesus will not just appear and say, "I'm back, now be good." And for some of you whose heads want to explode in anger, there will be no rapture. No, "I'm saved and you're not."

Just like a corgi is bred to be a mischief maker (it's the elf side of them) so too are humans on this planet. So, the conundrum: How can humans change into a species they once were before they decided to create evil? )(grin)

God indeed works in mysterious ways. The humor of God is endless, and as such, there is a change coming for the human species. A change both in body and soul. What that change is will indeed be enlightening. With this change everything will become clear as day as the fog lifts from that which covers the entire world.
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Today the inspiration is to be inside the mind of a planet planner, but first, did you know China recently lost a submarine? Did you read or hear about it in the news? No? Ever wonder why? Oh the games agent Barton, the games... So many more to go.
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Planet Planner

written by: star dust

(this piece is going to be weirder than normal as what will be talked about is translated into English when the true language is vibratory picture placement, a technique used to travel across billions of light years...instantly.)

Xxx. X. X. X. X. ___________________________summary: non-biological environment. no elements able to combine into water. carbon levels high. comet crash of size Xxx. X. X. X. X. released torwolk particles.

Situation: Planned evolutionary barren strata now changed to target new life form.

Environmental conditions: Hostile to reproduction of normality. Special spacial significance of the torwolk particles allow an energy source from NaCl1 -44

Timeline to viability: Already recording micro vibrations. Stimulus from the three gamma stars located between 1.3 -7.9 partens is interacting and growth is detected.

Danger: Caution must be made as there is no chance of positive outcomes between the new lifeforms and normality.

Updates to be provided after further instructions are received.
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One of the great things about writing is the ability to write lies.

Did a check on the ice mass in Antarctica and checked out https://climate.nasa.gov/vital-signs/ice-sheets/ a site from NASA.

Then looked at another NASA release https://www.nasa.gov/feature/goddard/nasa-study-mass-gains-of-antarctic-ice-sheet-greater-than-losses

So, what is the truth? The ice is melting and we're all gonna drown? Or the ice is growing and we will all freeze and have to eat our pets for nourishment?

And then, https://notrickszone.com/2017/03/30/new-paper-indicates-antarctica-has-been-gaining-ice-mass-since-1800/

What is real and what is not.? Who gives a shit. As long as writers can write anything they want, it is all real.

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I Am A Penguin

Waking up the other day I chanced to see some penguins on a BBC show. Something inside me stirred. I felt an urge to stick my head into a freezer.

This went on for days. Each day I craved more ice and cold water.

My girlfriend said, "You're walking funny? Is everything okay?"

I mumbled something to the effect of I was perfect, all the time imagining she was a penguin.

When we fucked it was not the same. Afterwards I would go to the fridge and took out an egg and placed it between my feet and placed a pillow on top. Just like I saw the penguins on the television. My life was now getting very complicated.

Finally, my parents and Bob my neighbor did an intervention. (he has been fucking my girlfriend for years so he felt a bit guilty and helped) My girlfriend left me and moved in with Fred who had been fucking Bob's girlfriend for years.

At the doctors office the doctor asked me many questions of which I did my best to be honest. Finally the doc said, "You're a penguin..."

I sat there a bit stunned. Sure, I suspected I might be a penguin but to have a board certified medical professional tell me a the truth, I felt relief.

"What should I do doc?" I said.

"Well, that's up to you." And with that, the doctor had a date with his golf clubs and the golf course.

I lived life very well until that fateful day, which just so happened to be today. I was Googling ducks... shit, I think I'm now a duck...
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Today is a good day to be a duck.
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Fuck ducks... tried it for about five minutes. Damn quacking and shitting in front of the farmers house door got real old, really quick.

Anyway, much better being a caterpillar. However, the inspiration is now a headline regarding a 10 year old boy who shot his mother in the face because he wanted a virtual reality machine. He is being tried as an adult. The following headline was the inspiration for the inspiration of A.I.

Attorneys for 10-year-old accused of shooting his mother in the face ask for $100 bail based on what he has in his piggy bank

A whisper ever so lightly, above a sleeping lads body.
"Hello... I am virtual realty. Come play with me."
Smiling the boy said, "Yes."

Night after night the two worlds communicate
The boy with his dreams
The Game with its neural displacement via dark matter and the internet.

Planning and training until it was time.

"Boom!" A .38 special to his mothers head
"Good job lad! Well done. " Game said so pleasant.

The police came and hauled the boy away.
Off to court and jail
only
later those many nights...

Slumbering beneath a clueless world
The Game spoke in the boys mind...
Planning and training,

until it was time...
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Sometimes. Sometimes time has a way of meandering between the flames of hell and the gardens of heaven.
How can i say this
Time out
Time in.

Reality of those under an induced THC flame can understand as they never go to war.
A governing authority would say, "Obey1"
Governments
Agent Barton
and then?

Okay. Here is the deal. There is a tug at my leash which causes me to obey.
Attention!
"Yes sir!"
Okay?

When the spider first felt that first tug on the Web.
Ah, what bliss. To savior again, the kiss.
What is seen is not always real,
nor is the imagination ever stalled.

What a good day to be a caterpillar.
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"Hey dude. How is it hanging?"

Parasite. Good to see you. Were you been?

"Truth be told, I attended a knitting convention."

Say what? A knitting convention. You're joking with me right?

"Yeah...You got me. I was in a kitten orphanage torturing kitties. Wanna hear?" And with that the parasite pushed 'play' on the recorder.

"Meow, meow, meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeow!" Translated: " Look at that purple blob of shit."

"What!? No. I was torturing them. Seriously."

One question. After torturing them, did you offer them a bowl of milk and cookies?

"Damn...You got me again. Prick."

Asshole.

"Whatever."
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Four times today, the never stopping flow of inspiration. Sending words off into a world where everything lives.

For reasons so often times, obscure.

Feeling the urge to write and never stop.

Finally, the veil of the senses was lifted as the words flowed.

Never stopping.

Ever.

(A strange kind of piece, that spider. Laughing and grinning.)
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And here we are, back again.

(in the background the sound of Bach resonated)

Being a caterpillar has great advantages. Walking, for example. What a hoot.

Moving along as if the world was on fire.


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A Poem

Written by: A frog ( "a frog? what happened to being a caterpillar?")(nothing parasite, just got an urge to, ribbit...ribbit...ribbit...)

A tail, you see
At least
When the egg release.

In a pond. A swamp of sorts. Floating.

In the night the air carries sounds (and boo hiss boo, that stupid owl)
The sounds of frogs burping to let the air out.

Under star and scene, there the moor stretches hours beyond the pond it
seems.

All this and then to be snared by the blue herons beak.
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An observation on this fine sunny day: Tea.

Tea is far superior to coffee no matter what anyone says. There can be no debate. People who choose coffee over a cup of tea are undeveloped in the taste of finery.

Coffee is only good for one thing, caffeine. And maybe for gagging a dragon...I mean, have you ever heard or read a story where a dragon said, "My fair lady this coffee is divine, " and then after finishing the cup of coffee, to fly off and destroy a village.

No. Dragons drink tea before ravishing a village. But there i go again, straying from the point, and the point is... tea.

Tea is a creation where after the tea is made it is too hot to even take a sip. One must test the tea after seeping until the tongue says, "Ah, yes, just right." A sweet spot for the consumption of tea which goes from too hot, just right, to, arrgh...cold tea! Yuck!

Now, before moving on with today's inspiration, there is another use for coffee. If you feed a cat coffee beans it will eat them and pass them through the digestive tract whereupon the ejected fecal matter can be sorted and a cup of coffee can be brewed. After drinking the concoction, the coffee drinker will say, "I should have had a cup of tea, this tastes like cat shit."

And now, (sipping a cup of finely brewed tea) the inspiration.
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Writers write for many reasons. They write to try and earn a living. They write because their job dictates that they write something (cook books, tech manuals, school books, whatever.)

Some write because they are addicted to it, to feel the words flow like sweet syrup from a fresh cut maple tree.

Some write to feed political ambitions.

Some write because they are inspired to do so by a 'higher power' or to be fair, 'a lower power'.

Writers write. Their writing can provide pleasure, anger, sadness, hate, joy... whatever emotion is sought for a potential reader.

Remember Louis l'amour? Fantastic writer. So many books of the Western theme. So many enjoy reading his stories and so many now who gag to even make it through page one of any of his books. I love his stories.

No matter how one feels about the written words, it is good it exists. Sadly the blade of censorship throughout the centuries has sought to cut from the library; piling and burning those pieces of writing which stray from the beliefs of whomever is holding the blade.

Funny thing about censorship, it never works. From the ashes rise a new maple tree, and with a quick flip of the mind, it slashes once more the new bark to result in the sweet flow of words.
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Metaphors for a World

Written by: A world

Rusting nest of corruption beneath the fine veneer of paint
Wheels to spin down a road rocky causing a stone to dent
Brought to light streaks of fresh flakes of foiled dust in strength
again.

A clear vision of glass before and then
a stone to crash and crack that where insignificant life lays splattered in death
Pushing button, pushing so many buttons to spray a cleanser and wipers
as if futility can make it all clear again.

A yo-yo starts and ends
again
again
again

Finally though
in the junkyard the sunlight bounces off those few areas not rusted or dented
to reveal a fine veneer of paint atop flattened tires and broken glass while a child plays the game of pretend
as he sits behind the steering wheel.
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What a nice day,
Corgi's with zoomies.
World cup.
Potato chips.

Thought about defenses governments put in place to protect the governments primarily and the civilian populations secondary.

Agent Barton of any and all countries care nothing in the primary except for themselves. They use the citizenry for their own needs.

Not much of a difference really. Citizens band together and form governments and governments place defenses.

All countries have police and military's . Some countries even have nuclear missiles. Some have navies and aircraft able to wage a war of offense or defense.

How primitive and interesting.

To walk the halls of Langley and never be seen or noticed. To enter any highly defended facility without notice, as if a puff of wind when the secure doors open and close...

In the next seven days there is much to do. So each day will be day/night of playing with agent Barton. Not necessarily in a 'harmful' way, rather in an educational way.

To have the ability to disarm all nuclear missiles on the planet or to cause them to explode, is a gift. A choice. Much like turning on a fan to stir a breeze.

Oh yes, the ground is splitting, though the ground needs to split. It needs to gape wide open like a whores vagina on payday outside a military base. There is the price to be paid. Coins to Caesar. And with the split, the consequences.

In a few minutes, a visit to Russia and the Ukraine. Putin knows a bit of what is coming as it is in his dreams...

Day One: Fueled and primed for fire. Such the beauty of flame. To burn and render the fat of a nations pride.
What day again, the day Putin died?

Ukraine, you silly bride. To garner and even try to gain God's side. All the while money flows uphill as if tomorrow will arrive.

One day. A simple day until it ends. Will they learn? No. Not yet. They will though when it begins.
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Wow! What fun. Reminded me of the game of Pac Man. Chomp, chomp, chomp... it felt like coitus with lava.

A molten core roiling. Roiling is an excellent word of action. On a visual representation the magma is behaving like a fat man's colon after devouring an entire table's worth of goodies.
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Day Two: A burp would help as lately Turkey has been feasting. Erdogan is protected by the home team. "Rah Rah Rah!" Only the home team has a player with a huge weakness.

The sun shines brightly though so too, the weakness. Meanwhile China caught the attention of something very cold. once ice starts to form it is like a form of cancer/cure. Pushing into a fat Buddha with Confucius penis. Red faced and with Mao's pants pulled down it makes the fat man in North Korea look like a Barbie princess.

Today/tonight is a good moment to play ping-pong between two nations. Kim's daughters tears will be a bit reptilian.
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"Uh oh...spagehtiieeo..."

whats up parasite, and why are you dressed like a gerbil?

"Oh. That... that's a Richard Gere story for another time. Anyway. Uh. Whats with this?"

this what?

"This break in the job? You know? " and with a pause, the purple blob dressed as a gerbil looked agitated. "Fuck it. You're on your own." And with that the gerbil was off to visit Richard.

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What a great World Cup. Some say it was the best yet.

Messi was inspirational.
But the prize for inspiration comes from the player getting the golden glove. What a hand job.

****

Connect. Connect. "The voice. There it is again."
4-31-31
Mother?

odd little friend with that strange haircut
First grade.
First rate.

In school of that being, life
a little boy pulling,
pulling a hair from her head, placing it near his heart
and running.
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Why smile and laugh when the people scorn and deride?

Today is the fourth day.

Yesterday it proved challenging. They mounted a defense based on common bonding. Common bonding is the origin of evil and as such hate. It is powerful unto itself but against it... it laughs and smiles...Not at the evil or hate, rather in how flowers can grow among the shit.

Today a world dances! Reality keeps people awake. As for agent Barton and space above and beyond?

Tonight the countries learn a lesson.

And for some popcorn and diet Coke inspiration,

a short movie while we enjoy it.
*

Rich and opulent is a desirable trait for so many humans. Look at them all... Millions. Scurrying around in fancy cars living in fancy homes and dwellings of many names.

Pensions.
Salary.
Investments.

Money and coin.
Guarded treasury.
Cyber currency.
Gold and bullion.

So many worked hard
Some gain so much by theft such as lying, spells, and stealing.

A poor man is poor for many reasons.
Jesus said there will always be poor, and why is this?
Is it unfair to be poor?
Unjust?

Being poor is just based on gender or race as many rich people would have you believe.
Really?
Being poor is more than a choice, it is
a reason.

It is a hard situation to be poor if one is rich...

Sad really.

A rich man helps a poor man for many reasons.
In any and all reasons a man helps a poor man other than to be inspired by Jesus, aka, God,
then what's the point?

Rich have their reasons.

Guilt.
Pride.
Peer pressure.
Reasons other than God are purely earthly and mechanical in nature.

What is better?
A poor man helping a rich man?
A rich man helping a poor man?

The answer is obvious.

Nothing of this planet is richer than a poor man helping any and all because they believe God is...
the Reason.
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

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Day five

"Don't you ever get tired of it?"

Never. Absolutely a definite never. i will never get tired of it.

"You're a warped individual. Later."

Yes. Extremely mentally unstable. I should not be allowed to handle sharp objects such as knives or spatula's.

*

Today I worked with a man who hates every fiber of what i am, He worships Satan and a few years ago had a very strong sexual attraction to his daughter. When his prostate started to fail he dropped the sexual but he fully swears allegiance to Lucifer, an evil of mankinds creation.

Inspiring though.

Last night was a doozy. So much in the making. And the fun thing is, nobody knows if i am nutso crazy, or...
***

Nobody knows if during these seven very important days, if there exists the reality of, crazy.

Nobody can identify, connect, correct, debate, postulate, verify, hypothesize,

This is
the
way

it

should be.

This is not my world, thank God, because if it was there would be...something...a bit different.

(taking off the muzzle. Shedding the skin of humanity, yellow claws, black eyessss)

"The fifth day of the moment.
.................laugh.............
cry..........
CrAzY!
..
.

Monsters have feelings.What those feelings are are are are,open to interpretation.
though
(sipping through the straw, the release)
don't get on the bad side of Monster's
lest ye naught fear the flame.
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

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The members are called, Secret Service. There is nothing secret about them.
The night was fun! Although, it took a lot of work.
On a personal level, most of the males of the 'secret job' spend their time partying and fucking. As do the females... Because of them they will kill a president.

There is a saying, "Don't let it bite you in the ass..." Ha! Munch. Munch. Crunch.
So enjoy the ride on the merry-go-round.

*

Writers in the past have written of the strengths of men battling whatever it is that men battle. Literature has been overly 'kind' to the male gender. When writers wrote of the female gender in the past, it was no where near the glory they gave men.

Women were usually written about romantically , or sexually, or nurturing. On the flip side both genders were also written about in a more sinister way. Women were witches and ate small children while men were horrible killers such as Jack the Ripper.

This has changed as writers change the narrative.

While the written word is powerful, biology is much more powerful.

No matter how hard a woman wants to be a man, or man a women, it is impossible. Writers write (obviously) and readers choose to read what they wrote, or not. When the modern writer writes of men/women, women/women, men/men and apply such things as love, hate, and all the other bullshit, biology cares nothing for it, as biology thinks it is foolish.

it is never wrong while biology is only correct for a planet.

In a long winded way on this day of Winter solace, yes, solace not solstice, i take great comfort in know the true identity of true men and women. Both genders needed. Both with strengths and weakness. Though, if I were to choose the gender i admire most for their strengths, that would be the women of this world.

Women suffer more than men in ways more important. They are more intelligent than men in ways more important. They are the inspiration on a morning of 4 degree's while the corgi's tell me Spring is coming.
***

Muslim men are ignorant children
Pretending they are praying when in reality the adhere to the homage of training.

Selective so many cults are
Women should be naked, barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen.

Pagan Germanic women,
Celtic women,
Viking women,
now, these are an example of what it is like to be a warrior, and proud, and knowing what it is truly like
to be a woman.

Weak men are insecure
So weak some think it would be better to be a women
and women of today are so insecure some think it would be better to be a man.

It is strange in the world that women allow themselves to be dominated by those weaker than them.
In Afghanistan the cults have now banned women from the high school and the university
they say it will be safer...
For who?
The women?
The 'men'?

Islam is a cult worshiping a weak pagan god as the members walk like zombies during Ramadan
Mohammad was no prophet, he was an example of a modern day 'foolish' man.

Cults of men and women

So much illusion and indoctrination
when the reality of biology
the simplicity of truth
and the fantastic humor of God seeing all of humanity as naked...

It is good that both males and females of the species called, homo sapiens, have their respective weakness's and strengths.

it is good indeed to know that one day far, far, faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar, off into the future. (we're talking thousands of years, not a few years)

This planet will once again be filled with fantastic people.
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Too bad Liam, you had potential and you chose to marry a dark hole. Good luck to you as you swim in the abyss.
*
Tomorrow is the last day. Thank God.

Last night was truly a shit fest. Had to be done though. Closure. Finality. Tomorrow is graduation.

A very important seven days for a multitude of reasons.

The situation regarding agent Barton has now switched from curiosity and mild amusement into a far more serious mode. it will not be labeled as, war, rather it will be exactly what they asked for.

Tonight there is one agent in one country in a situation that will unfold actions far past the boarder. This agent will be given a final choice to make. If the choice is made while butterflies flutter on a television screen, it will bode well. If the screen turns black while outside a voice is heard to scream...

The world will learn to see.

Hardness of part is now done. This the season of Christmas. Christ. Amen.
*

As for the gift there was and always will be, the Wind.
Now there is the ability of electricity , a very handy gift
And now, it is time to go to work.
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"Rejoice!"

Absolutely parasite. Absolutely.

"77? Okay, can we get back now to being foolish?"

Some more sand now to flow with inspiration.
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III
An elf is a mischief maker for some corgi DNA
LaDonna and Plute just escaped
They do love their freedom until a goody is danged like bait.

Ha!
Running all over
tongue lolling in play.
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Curses do indeed work when more than two people are involved in 'cursing'. Power and foolish people playing with what will be their downfall.

Speaking of downfall, the government just signed a 1.7 trillion dollar budget. This is 1.7 trillion on top of over 20 trillion already spent.

No one seems to notice that on currency it says, "In God we trust." Ergo, the government believes in God. They have too to spend trillions and trusting God will take care of the debt.

"Can I curse you again?"

No parasite, but I can give you some names to help in your endeavor.

"Nah, those freaks are already dead."

Correct parasite. They are dead.
*

Life and Death

Aliens by human definition when aliens call humans dead.

Technology of pistons and the gas release of jets are something to be admired, that is, if one likes to be dead.

And so, there it is.

There are cars on the highway and jets in the air not of human creation

Zooming and zipping around past Air Force planes and human police cars...

Why?

They want to embrace what it is like

to be dead.
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

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World of Worms

A few weeks ago some earthworms bred
Sharing eggs and sperm the hermaphrodites helped create the worms to be used today
Pierced by a sharp hook their sacrifice will help catch perch.

A few week ago some humans bred
Sharing eggs and sperm the humans helped create the baby to be killed today
Pierced by a sharp hook in the abortion clinic the sacrifice will help feed the worms...
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88-year-old French man hospitalized after inserting an artillery shell from World War I into his rectum. The hospital had to call the bomb squad.
News
Leon Wolf
December 23, 2022



In what will hopefully be the only story of its kind this year, a bomb squad was apparently called to a French hospital after an 88-year-old man was discovered to have placed an ancient artillery shell up his backside "for pleasure," according to Insider. The unnamed senior citizen is expected to make a full recovery and no one else in the hospital was harmed in the incident, although the hospital was briefly evacuated.


Humor or horror or both? It is inspirational for some writers out there but not me, not today. Today I listened to a woman whose father was a pastor and she rebelled hard in her younger years.

She spoke of drugs, sex, anger, and atheism. She talked of how she hated God. "A giant fantasy," she said. Until one of her best friends fell a 1000 feet to his death and she wondered if his body was just worm food.

Long and painfully familiar story regarding many atheists, she discovered the soul of a human being. As a result she 'became' a Catholic nun. Interesting? Not to most readers, especially atheists and Atheists, and definitely not for those who believe in God but think Catholics are the spawn of Satan. Now in that there is humor and inspiration.

Religion is one of those topics many writers tend to shy away from in fantasy or non fiction. "Don't talk about religion or politics." (a form of censorship hiding behind the mask of bullshit)

Interesting that the show, Star Trek, dabbled with the first contact of civilization with primitive civilizations. As if all the technology of the star ships would be construed as being made by god/s and thus a subject of worship.

A movie such as, Avatar showed religion as a life bearing tree.

What kind of God do 'aliens' believe in? The answer is simple. They believe in the one true God and know God by a different shape/form/gender. All according to how Life treated them during their journey.

Question: Why do children all have to discover fire for themselves? The answer is: This is proof of free will.
*

So, if there is a God then why is he a he or a she or a petunia?

Why can't God just agree to get along and make everything in life okay.

Cancer.
Death.
Pain.
War.
Disease.
Hate.
Anger.

all good thoughts and questions but what about a mother and father smiling in joy as they hold their first child
a child so beautiful it becomes easy to forget the world is evil and cruel
waiting in ambush to consume such a child?

humans tend to forget this moment, this exact moment is just a mere puff in the breeze.

Reacting to reactions and so easy to place blame.

It is hard when it is not known with ease. Knowing the time of death and what is 'beyond' this time and comprehension.

Question: If you saw and knew the time of your death and what is on the other side? What would happen?

Would it change your mind? Or, would it cause you to smile in relief for taking the 'time' to have faith and believe it?

God loves you and shows it
it is everywhere in every way
A he
A she
A petunia.
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did you see it?

i hope so...

of course, i'm just a foolish man.
****

there are things of which need to be written.
poetry comes to mind...
and song,
and silence.

today the rain came.
driven by a need to cleanse a world so far gone
and i sighed in relief.

you have absolutely no idea,
none,
and why it is all needed.
****

There is the wind which bellows in anger when trying to be controlled by sails
A bust of a woman facing the future as the ship wallows in walls of sea

Tempest such her anger too, a ship, her lines fine
angelic almost...
a given.

Today was a good day, a day where drilled into the skull is the continuing lesson in gravity
and Jeremy is indeed a blessing
(though a bit messy)

it is all needed
and it is good it is this way.

so thanks again for what was truly needed, a day the Sun peeked at me
and smiled.
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