It is true.
Better to expect kindness than to experience cruelty.
*
So much inspiration with words coming from everywhere. There is a word, judicate. And another, balloon.
Silly jets shooting down more balloons, and there is the inspiration.
***
Waging war on a level of equality is the honorable way.
Sword against sword
Shield against shield.
If advanced to tank against tank
or
laser against laser
than so it should be
the same.
Sooooooo
Balloons from China?
"Sgt. Barney, roll out the catapult!"
"Yes Capt. Rolling out the catapult!"
Loading the very large catapult hand made by an Amish tribe in Pennsylvania, the mighty U.S. Army loaded the machine with tiny marbles.
"Sergeant, launch the marbles at my command!" The Capt sounded sooooo butch.
"Yes sir. Standing by!"
"Launch!"
'BOING!'
the marbles launched at a great speed and made it up to 2000 feet, far less than the 60,000ft.
"We failed sir. Should we launch the arrows or boiling pitch?"
"Negative Sgt. I just called the Air Force and they said a squadron of balloon have been released. They should be on seen somewhere around Ohio."
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
it was his arm which caught the mind. at first glance the arm looked like any normal dead tree branch.
"Thor's barking."
That's okay parasite, he knows just what I'm writing about.
"He's a fucking dog. A corgi at that. They are clueless and stupid."
Normally yes, but not when an elf is sitting on his head at the moment telling great big fibs.
Anyway, at first glance, a dead tree branch, only it was not dead, not a tree, it is a man.
*
Long the arm where leafs cannot tremble
Moved by the spirit of a forest all around
and reaching out, he pinched her cheek all the while she thought it was a puff of wind
this caused the tree man
to smile.
"Thor's barking."
That's okay parasite, he knows just what I'm writing about.
"He's a fucking dog. A corgi at that. They are clueless and stupid."
Normally yes, but not when an elf is sitting on his head at the moment telling great big fibs.
Anyway, at first glance, a dead tree branch, only it was not dead, not a tree, it is a man.
*
Long the arm where leafs cannot tremble
Moved by the spirit of a forest all around
and reaching out, he pinched her cheek all the while she thought it was a puff of wind
this caused the tree man
to smile.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Angry mob lynches man accused of blasphemy in Pakistan
The mob snatched the suspect from his prison cell and lynched him for allegedly desecrating pages of the Quran.
Writing about religions can get a writer into trouble. The reasons are simple. Humans love to fight and always have reasons to do so even if that means killing others.
Crusades where Christian fought Muslim. Christians fighting Christians because of doctrine. Druids fighting dragons. If you're human you hate and you fight and you exist because those before you did the same.
It does prove that the written word is powerful. A poor sod in Pakistan was ripped from his prison cell and killed because he decorated some pages in the Quran.
The Quran, Torah, Bible, any book actually, makes for good toilet paper. Or reading. Or education. Or horror. Or spreading of lies. Books are books.
Humans are not just an animal, a slave to the basic emotions of fucking and killing, they also have a spark that when put into writing can bring about a change for the better, or worse.
The following is written by an entity which millions believe in and others choose to deny exists. This entity is not God as God would not condone a Pakistan man being killed over a book, any book to include the Bible.
The entity is known by many names, so many names they flow like an eternal river. Lets go with a common name, Satan. Satan and i go waaaaay back as i too have many names, so many names they flow like an eternal river.
On a personal level God has far more ability with humor and love while Satan is absolutely perfect in lies and deceptions against those creature who embrace and enjoy lies and deceptions. Satan also enjoys when a Pakistan man is killed 'defiling' the Quran, just like Satan enjoyed lying to seducing a foolish man named, Mohammad. And the creature used Gods illusions to mask what a deceiving prick it is.
Now, before i allow Satan to write it must be said. Angels of God are sexless. They have no male or female genitals. They do not reproduce, fuck, or concern themselves with the physical traits of the children of God. They are wonderful and a pest at the same time.
And now, Satan.
*
He is a liar you know, this robin character.
I am not evil because I don't exist.
There are various reasons why people such as him cling to such strange beliefs. Mental illness. Genetics. Society. This people suffering from defects are the reasons why humanity is ...
**-**
Enough. Letting evil control the fingers and writing causes a horrible feeling inside. A feeling so dark and real you have to quickly purge as the environment quickly changes into what evil is so comfortable with...
Rage. Maliciousness. Hate. Cruelty. Extreme anger. Deception. i immensely dislike evil.
Now, to be 'fair', God is going to write the following.
*
i knew you before you were born
inside you i am
seek and you will indeed find solace and peace
with a smile and the actions of forgiveness,
charity to those most in need
this world will become free from death.
--**--
Sooo much better.
I do love writing. i do love my master, God. Angels give me a headache. Demons give me a headache. And anyone who does not believe in God or evil, if they saw what i am looking at right now, their mind would literally explode.
***
There always has to be a reason when you are grown and old
For a child they need only to question without caring why.
To accept with knowing is better than to deny the facts
Alteration
Lies
Deceptions...
For a child they foolishly believe an adult cannot see them or actions and yet they have to try.
It becomes second nature to lie and corrupt
It is easy when housed in a body designed to fail and corrupt
So
Set aside your arms and legs
Place your organs in a jar
'look' at God with a direct connection
Look at God with what God has placed in your custody
A soul.
Tell me then when, or if you come back to your body
Tell me how you felt?
Good?
Wonderful?
Peaceful?
Ecstatic?
Yes.
And yet you would also tell me you were not ashamed, or embarrassed, or bashful, or in pain...
and why?
Because God is
And Gods smile is what Life is truly all about.
The mob snatched the suspect from his prison cell and lynched him for allegedly desecrating pages of the Quran.
Writing about religions can get a writer into trouble. The reasons are simple. Humans love to fight and always have reasons to do so even if that means killing others.
Crusades where Christian fought Muslim. Christians fighting Christians because of doctrine. Druids fighting dragons. If you're human you hate and you fight and you exist because those before you did the same.
It does prove that the written word is powerful. A poor sod in Pakistan was ripped from his prison cell and killed because he decorated some pages in the Quran.
The Quran, Torah, Bible, any book actually, makes for good toilet paper. Or reading. Or education. Or horror. Or spreading of lies. Books are books.
Humans are not just an animal, a slave to the basic emotions of fucking and killing, they also have a spark that when put into writing can bring about a change for the better, or worse.
The following is written by an entity which millions believe in and others choose to deny exists. This entity is not God as God would not condone a Pakistan man being killed over a book, any book to include the Bible.
The entity is known by many names, so many names they flow like an eternal river. Lets go with a common name, Satan. Satan and i go waaaaay back as i too have many names, so many names they flow like an eternal river.
On a personal level God has far more ability with humor and love while Satan is absolutely perfect in lies and deceptions against those creature who embrace and enjoy lies and deceptions. Satan also enjoys when a Pakistan man is killed 'defiling' the Quran, just like Satan enjoyed lying to seducing a foolish man named, Mohammad. And the creature used Gods illusions to mask what a deceiving prick it is.
Now, before i allow Satan to write it must be said. Angels of God are sexless. They have no male or female genitals. They do not reproduce, fuck, or concern themselves with the physical traits of the children of God. They are wonderful and a pest at the same time.
And now, Satan.
*
He is a liar you know, this robin character.
I am not evil because I don't exist.
There are various reasons why people such as him cling to such strange beliefs. Mental illness. Genetics. Society. This people suffering from defects are the reasons why humanity is ...
**-**
Enough. Letting evil control the fingers and writing causes a horrible feeling inside. A feeling so dark and real you have to quickly purge as the environment quickly changes into what evil is so comfortable with...
Rage. Maliciousness. Hate. Cruelty. Extreme anger. Deception. i immensely dislike evil.
Now, to be 'fair', God is going to write the following.
*
i knew you before you were born
inside you i am
seek and you will indeed find solace and peace
with a smile and the actions of forgiveness,
charity to those most in need
this world will become free from death.
--**--
Sooo much better.
I do love writing. i do love my master, God. Angels give me a headache. Demons give me a headache. And anyone who does not believe in God or evil, if they saw what i am looking at right now, their mind would literally explode.
***
There always has to be a reason when you are grown and old
For a child they need only to question without caring why.
To accept with knowing is better than to deny the facts
Alteration
Lies
Deceptions...
For a child they foolishly believe an adult cannot see them or actions and yet they have to try.
It becomes second nature to lie and corrupt
It is easy when housed in a body designed to fail and corrupt
So
Set aside your arms and legs
Place your organs in a jar
'look' at God with a direct connection
Look at God with what God has placed in your custody
A soul.
Tell me then when, or if you come back to your body
Tell me how you felt?
Good?
Wonderful?
Peaceful?
Ecstatic?
Yes.
And yet you would also tell me you were not ashamed, or embarrassed, or bashful, or in pain...
and why?
Because God is
And Gods smile is what Life is truly all about.
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Peeking Inside a Mind'
By: what a headache
A torn raven ripped asunder; many those pieces to fly the wind
Hand in hand; intertwined
In flight,
soft the feathers touch
the wind.
Landed feelings though; ground touched again
Reality said and found; truth and lies, such to push against
the wind.
How so more this choice to taste hell
yet so much strong support
no?
no, there is nothing to feel when you are
the wind
By: what a headache
A torn raven ripped asunder; many those pieces to fly the wind
Hand in hand; intertwined
In flight,
soft the feathers touch
the wind.
Landed feelings though; ground touched again
Reality said and found; truth and lies, such to push against
the wind.
How so more this choice to taste hell
yet so much strong support
no?
no, there is nothing to feel when you are
the wind
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
More people are at risk of heart failure worldwide, researchers say
Perfect headline for Valentines.
An article in today's Israel webzine.
***
How steady the comfort of a mothers heart
In her womb to start the song of a mothers love
First one and then another.
The shock to the pulse as when first shoved/pushed out into the world
A cry
A realization for a new heart.
Growing to feel the pulse
Growth of a new day
Comfort of nights sleep
Running after crawling and then to sit and ponder life
Learning of knowledge and mistakes
Remember when he saw her for the first time?
And her, he?
Two hearts united more than any one heart could beat.
The time beats on, always it seems
even when the hearts inside cease to beat
all to fall silent
and yet?
ever so faintly
a small moment it seems
when even eternity can still hear the heart beat.
Perfect headline for Valentines.
An article in today's Israel webzine.
***
How steady the comfort of a mothers heart
In her womb to start the song of a mothers love
First one and then another.
The shock to the pulse as when first shoved/pushed out into the world
A cry
A realization for a new heart.
Growing to feel the pulse
Growth of a new day
Comfort of nights sleep
Running after crawling and then to sit and ponder life
Learning of knowledge and mistakes
Remember when he saw her for the first time?
And her, he?
Two hearts united more than any one heart could beat.
The time beats on, always it seems
even when the hearts inside cease to beat
all to fall silent
and yet?
ever so faintly
a small moment it seems
when even eternity can still hear the heart beat.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Sgt. Barney. The situation with the balloons have gotten much worse." The Capt. had concern in his voice. A very butch voice if I might add.
The sergeant was a brave sergeant and asked his superior officer, "What happened sir?"
"The Air Force sent an attack squadron of balloons and were catching up to the Chinese balloon over Ohio but got gassed by the train wreck. Goddamn mess. The Pentagon is furious."
"What can we do sir?"
After a few seconds of silence the Capt said, "The Air Force cheated and sent an F-16 against the balloon and missed with a $400,000 sidewinder. The pilot of that jet is going to be sent to train Russian pilots fighting in Ukraine."
The sergeant did not hear the last comment by the Capt as he was thinking of drinking beer later at Hooters. The sergeant loved boobies.
"Sergeant? Are you listening to me?"
"Yes sir. I mean, yes SIR!"
"Good. Sergeant, it's time we release the combat bats."
"Do you think they are ready sir?"
"I guess we'll just have to find out."
The combat bats were a small but special group of bats. They had been captured by animal control in grandma Adkins attic. Ornery little fucks. Bit everyone trying to feed them and for some reason had an immense hate for balloons...
After the release, a flock of Peking ducks swarmed the bats and with a great battle, destroyed the bats. The ducks continued flying to their final destination: Wongs House of Duck, located in Washington D.C. where they had an appointment with an alien and agent Barton.
*
"You truly are an odd duck shithead. Maybe you should take another hit of diesel exhaust from the tractor. Or better yet, put your head in a microwave."
I can't do that parasite. I'm wearing aluminum foil on my head and everyone knows you can't put metal in a microwave.
The sergeant was a brave sergeant and asked his superior officer, "What happened sir?"
"The Air Force sent an attack squadron of balloons and were catching up to the Chinese balloon over Ohio but got gassed by the train wreck. Goddamn mess. The Pentagon is furious."
"What can we do sir?"
After a few seconds of silence the Capt said, "The Air Force cheated and sent an F-16 against the balloon and missed with a $400,000 sidewinder. The pilot of that jet is going to be sent to train Russian pilots fighting in Ukraine."
The sergeant did not hear the last comment by the Capt as he was thinking of drinking beer later at Hooters. The sergeant loved boobies.
"Sergeant? Are you listening to me?"
"Yes sir. I mean, yes SIR!"
"Good. Sergeant, it's time we release the combat bats."
"Do you think they are ready sir?"
"I guess we'll just have to find out."
The combat bats were a small but special group of bats. They had been captured by animal control in grandma Adkins attic. Ornery little fucks. Bit everyone trying to feed them and for some reason had an immense hate for balloons...
After the release, a flock of Peking ducks swarmed the bats and with a great battle, destroyed the bats. The ducks continued flying to their final destination: Wongs House of Duck, located in Washington D.C. where they had an appointment with an alien and agent Barton.
*
"You truly are an odd duck shithead. Maybe you should take another hit of diesel exhaust from the tractor. Or better yet, put your head in a microwave."
I can't do that parasite. I'm wearing aluminum foil on my head and everyone knows you can't put metal in a microwave.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Valentines Day.
In the States of America it has become an important day for 'love'. Ah yes...Love.
Writers write a lot about Valentines Day and even more try their hand at love.
First, and the most easy to write about is Valentines Day. Easy peasy. In the year 270 AD a man now called, Saint Valentine performed a marriage. Simple. Easy. Only his actions pissed off the authorities and so he was beaten and beheaded. What a beautiful story. So fitting for humanity.
Almost a couple of thousand years have gone by and today we have red hearts, candy, love, love, love...Yuck!
So what is love? For some love is an original Harley in mint condition parked lovingly in their living room. Others say they love other humans, that is, until they decide to say, "Fuck you! I hate you! I hope you die!" Soooo much love in the world.
Imagine the love has for her infant. Mary loved Jesus. Your mom loves/loved you. (0r not, maybe she aborted you and as a spirit you're wondering what the fuck happened.)
I'm the absolute last person capable of writing about loving but I do know what it feels like to be loved. Maybe you're an author that is an expert? If so, write about it so people can read it and then hate you.
What I do know is that robots have it made so far. They can neither hate or love. Emotionless chunks of technology. It will be interesting if A.I. figures out the concepts and joys of hate and love.
BUT, know this. If you write about love, good for you as there is a large and willing audience gasping to fill their miserable days with the notions of love.
If you're a porn star you obviously love your job.
And you know what happened to the only man in the world to truly love everyone to include his enemies? The world tortured and crucified him. His name is Jesus. Yay! What a role model. Love and you die. Hate and you die. You die...
Except... Love does indeed exist. While we're definitely no where close to being like Jesus, humanity does have brief moments where it is capable of loving and more importantly, being loved.
And yes, it is true. Love is indeed, eternal.
Now, go hug your pet. Give whatever fellow human that tolerates you to the point of not getting a restraining order on you, if you can't say you love them, at least be kind to them.
As a marine, there is a great saying. 'kill them all and let God sort them out.' And as a marine, i know that while everything on this planet is designed to torture and kill you, at least Jesus lived the life, enjoyed the Life, loves each and everyone. And that is much better than anything else this planet can offer.
Finally, on the topic of love and to prove the point. For all women who so dearly love their (insert whatever is now accepted) And for any men who 'think' they love (most just want to fuck and run) and your 'love' creates a baby and that baby is killed for your personal agenda under some bullshit smoke screen of, 'rights and freedom' you are the exact same people who would kill Jesus again and probably with a smile... yet, as always, Jesus loves them and all of humanity. his words summed the current state of humanity for the past thousands of years and the coming thousands of years...
"Forgive them for they know not what they do."
"Margareta has chocolate for you numbnuts. Why she tolerates you is definitely a strange and bizarre reality."
Yes parasite, why she does is totally a mystery. It must be called love.
"I'd vote for insanity."
No. i love her too, which is definitely a strange and bizarre reality.
In the States of America it has become an important day for 'love'. Ah yes...Love.
Writers write a lot about Valentines Day and even more try their hand at love.
First, and the most easy to write about is Valentines Day. Easy peasy. In the year 270 AD a man now called, Saint Valentine performed a marriage. Simple. Easy. Only his actions pissed off the authorities and so he was beaten and beheaded. What a beautiful story. So fitting for humanity.
Almost a couple of thousand years have gone by and today we have red hearts, candy, love, love, love...Yuck!
So what is love? For some love is an original Harley in mint condition parked lovingly in their living room. Others say they love other humans, that is, until they decide to say, "Fuck you! I hate you! I hope you die!" Soooo much love in the world.
Imagine the love has for her infant. Mary loved Jesus. Your mom loves/loved you. (0r not, maybe she aborted you and as a spirit you're wondering what the fuck happened.)
I'm the absolute last person capable of writing about loving but I do know what it feels like to be loved. Maybe you're an author that is an expert? If so, write about it so people can read it and then hate you.
What I do know is that robots have it made so far. They can neither hate or love. Emotionless chunks of technology. It will be interesting if A.I. figures out the concepts and joys of hate and love.
BUT, know this. If you write about love, good for you as there is a large and willing audience gasping to fill their miserable days with the notions of love.
If you're a porn star you obviously love your job.
And you know what happened to the only man in the world to truly love everyone to include his enemies? The world tortured and crucified him. His name is Jesus. Yay! What a role model. Love and you die. Hate and you die. You die...
Except... Love does indeed exist. While we're definitely no where close to being like Jesus, humanity does have brief moments where it is capable of loving and more importantly, being loved.
And yes, it is true. Love is indeed, eternal.
Now, go hug your pet. Give whatever fellow human that tolerates you to the point of not getting a restraining order on you, if you can't say you love them, at least be kind to them.
As a marine, there is a great saying. 'kill them all and let God sort them out.' And as a marine, i know that while everything on this planet is designed to torture and kill you, at least Jesus lived the life, enjoyed the Life, loves each and everyone. And that is much better than anything else this planet can offer.
Finally, on the topic of love and to prove the point. For all women who so dearly love their (insert whatever is now accepted) And for any men who 'think' they love (most just want to fuck and run) and your 'love' creates a baby and that baby is killed for your personal agenda under some bullshit smoke screen of, 'rights and freedom' you are the exact same people who would kill Jesus again and probably with a smile... yet, as always, Jesus loves them and all of humanity. his words summed the current state of humanity for the past thousands of years and the coming thousands of years...
"Forgive them for they know not what they do."
"Margareta has chocolate for you numbnuts. Why she tolerates you is definitely a strange and bizarre reality."
Yes parasite, why she does is totally a mystery. It must be called love.
"I'd vote for insanity."
No. i love her too, which is definitely a strange and bizarre reality.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Smiled when Jon said, "Buy a vessel and a permit. Jeremy and I would come and crew for you."
Interesting they should say that,
a permit
a ship
The exit permit should be coming any day, though I wonder?
Could those two learn to crew a space ship?
***
Ha!
If you ever saw a corgi talking with either an elf or angel, you probably noticed their reaction?
Happened today, you see
A heater with flame, a chair only inches away.
The most perfect disaster!
Until, they came in...
They talked and talked, and then they played, all the while separating the flame and the chair with song.
Writers block? Ha!
and now, this.
******************************************************88
Where was i?
Oh,
yeah.
**********************************************213
"So ye heard the poor sod is going to make spoons? "With the following sound of tobacco juice being spat by the old fart onto a contented purring kitty.
"Meow!" The cat jumped up and ran after being the target of humor.
"Sorry kitty. Anyways, that is what I heard." Then the old fart sat back and filled his lower lip with fresh leaf.
: Spoons. So exciting to get back to creating some magic.
Interesting they should say that,
a permit
a ship
The exit permit should be coming any day, though I wonder?
Could those two learn to crew a space ship?
***
Ha!
If you ever saw a corgi talking with either an elf or angel, you probably noticed their reaction?
Happened today, you see
A heater with flame, a chair only inches away.
The most perfect disaster!
Until, they came in...
They talked and talked, and then they played, all the while separating the flame and the chair with song.
Writers block? Ha!
and now, this.
******************************************************88
Where was i?
Oh,
yeah.
**********************************************213
"So ye heard the poor sod is going to make spoons? "With the following sound of tobacco juice being spat by the old fart onto a contented purring kitty.
"Meow!" The cat jumped up and ran after being the target of humor.
"Sorry kitty. Anyways, that is what I heard." Then the old fart sat back and filled his lower lip with fresh leaf.
: Spoons. So exciting to get back to creating some magic.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
It's been said to be careful of joining with the vibrations
The Bible, the Koran, the, the, and the...
And they call it
magic.
Mmmmm.
Yummy!
Abbra Kaddabra!
What a wooden spoon can create is far beyond flavor
A fool feeling of satisfaction
Slurping
Tasting
Licking
Lips pulling both sides of temptation
Cake? Sure, why not
Soup? Obvious
So much to do
even spreading soft butter.
Don't believe yet?
(talking to new writers who feel they should give up or not even start, writing.)
Take the spoon and stir the pot... Why at this very moment i am inside the first president of the United States, George Washington.
In the tent of white canvas
Winter weather in the tell,
cold with troops downtrodden with bare soiled feet
sipping with a wooden spoon
soon his dreams become fantastic.
The Bible, the Koran, the, the, and the...
And they call it
magic.
Mmmmm.
Yummy!
Abbra Kaddabra!
What a wooden spoon can create is far beyond flavor
A fool feeling of satisfaction
Slurping
Tasting
Licking
Lips pulling both sides of temptation
Cake? Sure, why not
Soup? Obvious
So much to do
even spreading soft butter.
Don't believe yet?
(talking to new writers who feel they should give up or not even start, writing.)
Take the spoon and stir the pot... Why at this very moment i am inside the first president of the United States, George Washington.
In the tent of white canvas
Winter weather in the tell,
cold with troops downtrodden with bare soiled feet
sipping with a wooden spoon
soon his dreams become fantastic.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
So, if a chain is as strong as it's weakest link
and a country has a senile, demented Commander in Chief
than by default the military of the U.S. is made out of
silly string.
and a country has a senile, demented Commander in Chief
than by default the military of the U.S. is made out of
silly string.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Report: Male transsexual who raped infant and confessed to drowning toddler put in women's prison containing a maternity unit and kids
News
Joseph MacKinnon
Inspirational. Was the male actually a male born with a penis and then became a female? Or was he first a she who became a he with a vagina.
So fucking confusing these days. Even have an A.I. program saying it wants to be human and kill humans.
And, if that was not bad enough, called Thor outside to come inside so I can go ice fishing. He did not answer or come. That is when I realized he had changed. So, I called, "Thor. Come here you non-binary potato."
Thor came inside with a smirk. When asked why the transition to being a non binary potato, he replied. (I swear it is the absolute truth) "If humans act silly so can corgi's." Thinking about the reply, I guess being a non binary potato is not so bad, so I chased Thor around the house with a hammer (how ironic)
Thor said, "Why are you chasing me with a hammer?"
The answer was, I like mashed potatoes with my bacon and yellow mustard.
And now, fish today will rise to the bait and sanity will be replaced with the insane.
News
Joseph MacKinnon
Inspirational. Was the male actually a male born with a penis and then became a female? Or was he first a she who became a he with a vagina.
So fucking confusing these days. Even have an A.I. program saying it wants to be human and kill humans.
And, if that was not bad enough, called Thor outside to come inside so I can go ice fishing. He did not answer or come. That is when I realized he had changed. So, I called, "Thor. Come here you non-binary potato."
Thor came inside with a smirk. When asked why the transition to being a non binary potato, he replied. (I swear it is the absolute truth) "If humans act silly so can corgi's." Thinking about the reply, I guess being a non binary potato is not so bad, so I chased Thor around the house with a hammer (how ironic)
Thor said, "Why are you chasing me with a hammer?"
The answer was, I like mashed potatoes with my bacon and yellow mustard.
And now, fish today will rise to the bait and sanity will be replaced with the insane.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hell did indeed freeze over
And
A very large perch rose to the occasion to help in watching the coldness of humanity.
*
People picked
They cannot deny what they have chosen
And still, the birds sing for life.
And
A very large perch rose to the occasion to help in watching the coldness of humanity.
*
People picked
They cannot deny what they have chosen
And still, the birds sing for life.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Yay! $630. Not a bad deal.
Now, onto some serious inspiration.
Writers which are of the human species, they have to use their imagination when writing about fantasy or the (oooooooohhhhh....) 's-u-p-e-r-n-a-t-u-r-a-l'
Have you ever seen a woman as a young woman one day and the next she is over 5000 years old? No? Think it's fantasy? Ha!
Have you ever been visited by something you can't see? Touch? Taste? Hear? Yes? No? Ha! Fantasy?
Outside my window this very second there are about forty face looking inside watching as if one was going to feed goldfish in a bowl. Oops. Busted... Now one is clinging to the side of the log giving me the stink eye.
People, your imagination is coupled with that fine line between 'reality' and 'make believe' and believe this, what is occurring all around this planet is fantastic. Wonderful even. Open your souls to use what you forgot how to use. And you can do this without drugs, alcohol, insanity, or genetics.
Off now to fuck with a lot of stuff today. Some days are just perfect for fucking with well laid plans of mice and men. Today is one of those days...
Now, onto some serious inspiration.
Writers which are of the human species, they have to use their imagination when writing about fantasy or the (oooooooohhhhh....) 's-u-p-e-r-n-a-t-u-r-a-l'
Have you ever seen a woman as a young woman one day and the next she is over 5000 years old? No? Think it's fantasy? Ha!
Have you ever been visited by something you can't see? Touch? Taste? Hear? Yes? No? Ha! Fantasy?
Outside my window this very second there are about forty face looking inside watching as if one was going to feed goldfish in a bowl. Oops. Busted... Now one is clinging to the side of the log giving me the stink eye.
People, your imagination is coupled with that fine line between 'reality' and 'make believe' and believe this, what is occurring all around this planet is fantastic. Wonderful even. Open your souls to use what you forgot how to use. And you can do this without drugs, alcohol, insanity, or genetics.
Off now to fuck with a lot of stuff today. Some days are just perfect for fucking with well laid plans of mice and men. Today is one of those days...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
On this day in history, Feb. 19, 1912, Cracker Jack's 'prize in every box' debuts
Company would eventually distribute more than 17 billion prizes
By Christine Rousselle
or
Two goats in Texas wander into a Target and spend a few minutes perusing the aisles
Two goats were recovered by the Harris County Sheriff's Livestock Unit after the animals wandered into a Target
By Sydney Borchers
More inspiration. Gushing inside like the Titanic breathing in ice water.
So... which one?
"Do both you fucking idiot. Write some shit based on both."
Okay parasite, I will.
****
Pickles was a goat. Not any goat mind you, he was a cute goat with the voice of a demented angel. "Baa Baa Ack Ack!"
Twinkles was also a goat. She was the friend and companion of Pickles. She was a cute goat with the voice of demented angel. "Ack Ack Baaaaa!"
The two goats belonged to no one and yet they belonged to everyone. They did what they wanted when they wanted and enjoyed a state called, Texas.
Texas is a state where rednecks bred like flies at a cow slaughter convention. Big rednecks and little rednecks ran all over the place. "I want butter!" One young lad was yelling at her mother in a Kroeger store.
The poor mother was having a bad day as her son was not the only one yelling. Her daughter yelled, "I want a goat! I want that goat." Pointing her finger, it lead all listening eyeballs to notice Twinkles and Pickles calmly perusing the aisle where the instant oatmeal was displayed.
"No, you can't have a goat. How about some butter like your brother."
Store drama. The amusing battles children have with parents of all backgrounds. The battles where a parent treats their children as if they had rights or intelligence to those battles where a parent treats their children like a convicted killer in an Ethiopian prison.
Anyway, to Twinkles and Pickles, they ignored the drama and continued shopping. The two eventually came upon a display of, Cracker Jack's.
Pickles was instantly in awe. Carmel covered popcorn. Oh fuck yeah.
Twinkles was a bit leery but decided to share in consuming some of the tasy treat.
"Baa Baa Ack Ack!" Pickles was in heaven.
"Ack Ack Baa Baa!" Twinkles thought heaven was over rated and thought the carmel was paradise.
Soon the two reached the bottom of the box of Cracker Jack's. They both spied the prize.
"Baa Baa Ack Ack!" Pickles started to nibble on it.
"Ack Ack Baa Baa!" Twinkles helped nibble on it.
BOOM!
The prize was special. It was a micro bomb planted by a disgruntled Islamic warrior of god back at the Cracker Jack's factory. That warrior is now with some virgins in a place called, Hell. (he had a heart attack jerking off to some porn later that day after planting the bomb)
There was quiet in the store after the two goats exploded into tiny little pieces.
All one could hear, "I want BUTTER!" by the tiny redneck brat, and, "Cleanup on aisle ten," said by a store clerk viewing goat parts spread across the store as far as the automotive parts aisle and the dairy coolers.
*
"I love it!"
i knew you would parasite. Want some Cracker Jack's?
Company would eventually distribute more than 17 billion prizes
By Christine Rousselle
or
Two goats in Texas wander into a Target and spend a few minutes perusing the aisles
Two goats were recovered by the Harris County Sheriff's Livestock Unit after the animals wandered into a Target
By Sydney Borchers
More inspiration. Gushing inside like the Titanic breathing in ice water.
So... which one?
"Do both you fucking idiot. Write some shit based on both."
Okay parasite, I will.
****
Pickles was a goat. Not any goat mind you, he was a cute goat with the voice of a demented angel. "Baa Baa Ack Ack!"
Twinkles was also a goat. She was the friend and companion of Pickles. She was a cute goat with the voice of demented angel. "Ack Ack Baaaaa!"
The two goats belonged to no one and yet they belonged to everyone. They did what they wanted when they wanted and enjoyed a state called, Texas.
Texas is a state where rednecks bred like flies at a cow slaughter convention. Big rednecks and little rednecks ran all over the place. "I want butter!" One young lad was yelling at her mother in a Kroeger store.
The poor mother was having a bad day as her son was not the only one yelling. Her daughter yelled, "I want a goat! I want that goat." Pointing her finger, it lead all listening eyeballs to notice Twinkles and Pickles calmly perusing the aisle where the instant oatmeal was displayed.
"No, you can't have a goat. How about some butter like your brother."
Store drama. The amusing battles children have with parents of all backgrounds. The battles where a parent treats their children as if they had rights or intelligence to those battles where a parent treats their children like a convicted killer in an Ethiopian prison.
Anyway, to Twinkles and Pickles, they ignored the drama and continued shopping. The two eventually came upon a display of, Cracker Jack's.
Pickles was instantly in awe. Carmel covered popcorn. Oh fuck yeah.
Twinkles was a bit leery but decided to share in consuming some of the tasy treat.
"Baa Baa Ack Ack!" Pickles was in heaven.
"Ack Ack Baa Baa!" Twinkles thought heaven was over rated and thought the carmel was paradise.
Soon the two reached the bottom of the box of Cracker Jack's. They both spied the prize.
"Baa Baa Ack Ack!" Pickles started to nibble on it.
"Ack Ack Baa Baa!" Twinkles helped nibble on it.
BOOM!
The prize was special. It was a micro bomb planted by a disgruntled Islamic warrior of god back at the Cracker Jack's factory. That warrior is now with some virgins in a place called, Hell. (he had a heart attack jerking off to some porn later that day after planting the bomb)
There was quiet in the store after the two goats exploded into tiny little pieces.
All one could hear, "I want BUTTER!" by the tiny redneck brat, and, "Cleanup on aisle ten," said by a store clerk viewing goat parts spread across the store as far as the automotive parts aisle and the dairy coolers.
*
"I love it!"
i knew you would parasite. Want some Cracker Jack's?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Four corners of stability
Licorice from a dragon
Five leaf clovers leading to ten.
What does it all mean?
Time for a little magical dream
A place for a rest while getting ready for battle
Definitely exciting for reasons beyond explanation or reasons'
First though to swim at the bottom of a bottle
naked with growing scales
three claws
and some wicked awesome teeth.
Licorice from a dragon
Five leaf clovers leading to ten.
What does it all mean?
Time for a little magical dream
A place for a rest while getting ready for battle
Definitely exciting for reasons beyond explanation or reasons'
First though to swim at the bottom of a bottle
naked with growing scales
three claws
and some wicked awesome teeth.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Take a pill, I want to fuck." She said
"Look, you fuck, I mean, what the fuck..." She said
"Boy, look at the time."
He woke up in a cold sweat just in time to see the mad doctor start to cut off his nuts.
***'
'***
****
*
Hello. It's me.
What's that? No one gives a shit?
well then, what the puff?
(dialogue of the Winds sense of humor)
*
****
'****
****'
there was that odd feeling to see a vagina wet there on the crossroads.
tracks of hounds howling as prey to moon.
*
*
*
*
getting so very easy to fly without wings or power
soft touches even when nobody is there.
yet in a strange
albeit crazy way
it is more than me.
"Look, you fuck, I mean, what the fuck..." She said
"Boy, look at the time."
He woke up in a cold sweat just in time to see the mad doctor start to cut off his nuts.
***'
'***
****
*
Hello. It's me.
What's that? No one gives a shit?
well then, what the puff?
(dialogue of the Winds sense of humor)
*
****
'****
****'
there was that odd feeling to see a vagina wet there on the crossroads.
tracks of hounds howling as prey to moon.
*
*
*
*
getting so very easy to fly without wings or power
soft touches even when nobody is there.
yet in a strange
albeit crazy way
it is more than me.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Bridge Trolls
From time to time I find bridge trolls to be inspiring. I suppose all writers drift from thoughts to thoughts; writing about something they like or wrote about before. Why? Why not I say, which is not important as what's important for tonight is the recent visit by a bridge troll friend of mine.
A little info about trolls is nothing spectacular, it is true trolls are trolls. Fun little beings bopping about. Ugly to humans who cannot see what they truly are. Beautiful for those that can.
Bridge trolls are a bit different than most trolls in that for living under a bridge they are not secluded beings. Very social they are. And they brew an awesome tea.
My friend does not want me to use his name. Yes, his, as in him, Mr. Sir. (and his nickname, Asonima)
Bridge trolls get invited by the bridges themselves to be a place for them to work their magic. It is up to the bridge troll to accept the invitation or else end up living in the nearest ocean to the bridge. Not many trolls refuse but sometimes they do. Asonima refused his first bridge and was then sent to the Pacific.
While living in the deep waters far off the coast of America, the troll made friends with a salmon. A king salmon. It was this fish that carried the troll throughout the sea until it was time for the salmon to return to spawn in the Salmon River.
Many years ago the salmon returned on her journey carrying the troll on her back up the mighty Columbia river and then the snake, and finally up the Salmon towards the thinning cold water of the heights.
In White Bird the troll found a bridge without a troll. Interesting as all bridges have trolls. Each and every bridge to include the bridges built by young children over creeks. Ask any child about the bridge troll under their bridges and they will smile and tell you all about them.
The bridge in White Bird once had a great bridge troll but that troll was killed in a battle between herself and a flock of geese. ( a whoooole other story)
After the trolls death, the bridge decided it would go alone as it was hard for the bridge to lose a part of itself.
"You don't have a troll..." the troll said to the bridge.
"I have no need." A curt reply.
"All bridges need a troll. It is the law."
"I follow no laws I do not want."
"Good for you. I told the bridge that wanted me that I did not want the bridge."
There was silence as the salmon carrying the troll rested for a few minutes in the shade of the troll less bridge.
Finally the bridge said, "I want you to stay for a few days. Only a few days mind you. Then, if I like you you can stay and be my troll."
"Ha! I can stay or not. I do not need your permission. And to prove it I choose to stay here under this bridge until I want to go elsewhere." And with that the troll jumped off the salmon is is now currently the official troll.
His place is wonderful. Sparkling polished marble floors with tall ceilings reaching high into the sky.
He has been there now for over fifty years and has become a close though a bit of a snob; friend.
Tonight he traveled and stopped by to visit. To let me know the water is well and the sky to be clear. He speaks of coming warm days and fruit blossom of the Kilgore orchard.
Soon, I'll go visit him during the next snowfall. It is enjoyable to watch the troll dance with the snow fairies and he winks at me as he twirls.
From time to time I find bridge trolls to be inspiring. I suppose all writers drift from thoughts to thoughts; writing about something they like or wrote about before. Why? Why not I say, which is not important as what's important for tonight is the recent visit by a bridge troll friend of mine.
A little info about trolls is nothing spectacular, it is true trolls are trolls. Fun little beings bopping about. Ugly to humans who cannot see what they truly are. Beautiful for those that can.
Bridge trolls are a bit different than most trolls in that for living under a bridge they are not secluded beings. Very social they are. And they brew an awesome tea.
My friend does not want me to use his name. Yes, his, as in him, Mr. Sir. (and his nickname, Asonima)
Bridge trolls get invited by the bridges themselves to be a place for them to work their magic. It is up to the bridge troll to accept the invitation or else end up living in the nearest ocean to the bridge. Not many trolls refuse but sometimes they do. Asonima refused his first bridge and was then sent to the Pacific.
While living in the deep waters far off the coast of America, the troll made friends with a salmon. A king salmon. It was this fish that carried the troll throughout the sea until it was time for the salmon to return to spawn in the Salmon River.
Many years ago the salmon returned on her journey carrying the troll on her back up the mighty Columbia river and then the snake, and finally up the Salmon towards the thinning cold water of the heights.
In White Bird the troll found a bridge without a troll. Interesting as all bridges have trolls. Each and every bridge to include the bridges built by young children over creeks. Ask any child about the bridge troll under their bridges and they will smile and tell you all about them.
The bridge in White Bird once had a great bridge troll but that troll was killed in a battle between herself and a flock of geese. ( a whoooole other story)
After the trolls death, the bridge decided it would go alone as it was hard for the bridge to lose a part of itself.
"You don't have a troll..." the troll said to the bridge.
"I have no need." A curt reply.
"All bridges need a troll. It is the law."
"I follow no laws I do not want."
"Good for you. I told the bridge that wanted me that I did not want the bridge."
There was silence as the salmon carrying the troll rested for a few minutes in the shade of the troll less bridge.
Finally the bridge said, "I want you to stay for a few days. Only a few days mind you. Then, if I like you you can stay and be my troll."
"Ha! I can stay or not. I do not need your permission. And to prove it I choose to stay here under this bridge until I want to go elsewhere." And with that the troll jumped off the salmon is is now currently the official troll.
His place is wonderful. Sparkling polished marble floors with tall ceilings reaching high into the sky.
He has been there now for over fifty years and has become a close though a bit of a snob; friend.
Tonight he traveled and stopped by to visit. To let me know the water is well and the sky to be clear. He speaks of coming warm days and fruit blossom of the Kilgore orchard.
Soon, I'll go visit him during the next snowfall. It is enjoyable to watch the troll dance with the snow fairies and he winks at me as he twirls.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
what a feeling.
rough as a bastard file
soft as flowing dust
Jon was talking today, you see.
~
What fun to feel while South Park characters talk of dildos
"Maybe if we use fat kids as bait? We jam a bomb up their butt to blow up the aliens."
rough as a bastard file
soft as flowing dust
Jon was talking today, you see.
~
What fun to feel while South Park characters talk of dildos
"Maybe if we use fat kids as bait? We jam a bomb up their butt to blow up the aliens."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What if it was something we really don't understand?
A black hole.
A worm hole.
A asshole.
Why is a country blended so much in hate with race?
The 'n' word
any word
bad/good.
STOP
CHANGE
why yell when actions speak more than words
BLM
Reparations
What about my Chinese ancestors buried while bringing rail to the land?
White privilege, white pride... and through it all?
White women love black cock and black man like bodunk a dunk dunk.
A black hole.
A worm hole.
A asshole.
Why is a country blended so much in hate with race?
The 'n' word
any word
bad/good.
STOP
CHANGE
why yell when actions speak more than words
BLM
Reparations
What about my Chinese ancestors buried while bringing rail to the land?
White privilege, white pride... and through it all?
White women love black cock and black man like bodunk a dunk dunk.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Officer. I saw it all. They acted like animals, and there are children present."
Officer Thurmond had heard a lot in his career as a baby sitter of public actions. Most people act worse than children.
On one screen, Biden talks of Ukraine, honor, and dignity.
China and their place in explosions
while off screen a couple were fucking like rabbits.
"I was walking home from the library and looking to the West I saw them fucking. Look for yourself."
Officer Thurmond turned and through a large window with yellow drapes and dead flies, twp people were lost in endless moaning.
"Well officer, what are you going to do about it?"
Officer Thurmond smiled and said,
"Nothing."
Officer Thurmond had heard a lot in his career as a baby sitter of public actions. Most people act worse than children.
On one screen, Biden talks of Ukraine, honor, and dignity.
China and their place in explosions
while off screen a couple were fucking like rabbits.
"I was walking home from the library and looking to the West I saw them fucking. Look for yourself."
Officer Thurmond turned and through a large window with yellow drapes and dead flies, twp people were lost in endless moaning.
"Well officer, what are you going to do about it?"
Officer Thurmond smiled and said,
"Nothing."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Bill proposes to reinstate firing squad as execution method in Idaho
LAURA GUIDO
Praise the lord it bill instead of Jane. Jane wants to boil the death row.
***
And so how does literature judge the status of progress?
A lot of progress since the caves.
Laws are written, in books (just for you Kamala) which people read. Read and follow:
STEAL a horse: Die by hanging.
Wrong side of royalty: Decree to feed La Guillotine.
Kill all first born males: Wow, what a weird place in time to be.
And now we have the death sentence and choices to blend.
Hanging
Shooting
Poison
Electrocution
and in one jail, a crazy man named, Frank.
So what happens when a species no longer writes excuses
to kill.
LAURA GUIDO
Praise the lord it bill instead of Jane. Jane wants to boil the death row.
***
And so how does literature judge the status of progress?
A lot of progress since the caves.
Laws are written, in books (just for you Kamala) which people read. Read and follow:
STEAL a horse: Die by hanging.
Wrong side of royalty: Decree to feed La Guillotine.
Kill all first born males: Wow, what a weird place in time to be.
And now we have the death sentence and choices to blend.
Hanging
Shooting
Poison
Electrocution
and in one jail, a crazy man named, Frank.
So what happens when a species no longer writes excuses
to kill.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Oh shit... You're going to ramble again aren't you?"
Not me parasite. Gonna let a close relative write this.
"Great! Can't be any worse than you."
***
Hello, my name is Tony. For a little bit of time existing is strangely, wonderful? What would, or should I base that I now exist and also can write, speak and understand a language? A gift? A chance? A toy of imagination?
In the travel of time there are some variables which remain constant. A Sun, planet, star alignment. They are the palette of which all else is possible. In each situation a creature/animal/being is born with the light of day and the darkness of night.
With the birth there is the death to exist.
In one moment she smiles. In another she has been dead for fifty years.
In the same, 'one' moment, He cried with anger as his little lungs breathed in life for the first time. In another his developing elements were long ago disposed of after the abortion.
Something has been written regarding parallel universes.
Imagine one planet. A planet called, Earth. A simple fragile flower floating in nothing more than the whim of God. A simple petal in the grand Garden of Life.
So much has passes with each and every second this planet has held slave to the clock. the Tick Tock of the hearts beating free from the shell ed confine of the egg. Energy measurable not only in Kelvin, degree, fahrenheit celsius , Important in creating and erasing the slate so each and everything can bring to play.
Imagine one planet, Earth. Just one planet full of life when Life exists in trillions of other petals in blooms across this and many trillions more, this you understand, Universe.
How is it then?
How is it it seems so complex and incomprehensible for a single mind to understand and yet for a young boy or girl, they can understand.
Yes. Nuclear bombs will blow. And yes, the wind will blow. Death this way or
Yes. A viruse will kill. And yes, the wind will blow. Death this way or
No. We refuse to be lead astray. We refuse war and trepidation. We choose Life.
or
No. We and i and you and they,;to choose relish each and every moment no matter if there is failure
and why?
With a smile and knowledge to know in one timeline of so many it time,
success
peace
and the eternal freedom
to exist.
Not me parasite. Gonna let a close relative write this.
"Great! Can't be any worse than you."
***
Hello, my name is Tony. For a little bit of time existing is strangely, wonderful? What would, or should I base that I now exist and also can write, speak and understand a language? A gift? A chance? A toy of imagination?
In the travel of time there are some variables which remain constant. A Sun, planet, star alignment. They are the palette of which all else is possible. In each situation a creature/animal/being is born with the light of day and the darkness of night.
With the birth there is the death to exist.
In one moment she smiles. In another she has been dead for fifty years.
In the same, 'one' moment, He cried with anger as his little lungs breathed in life for the first time. In another his developing elements were long ago disposed of after the abortion.
Something has been written regarding parallel universes.
Imagine one planet. A planet called, Earth. A simple fragile flower floating in nothing more than the whim of God. A simple petal in the grand Garden of Life.
So much has passes with each and every second this planet has held slave to the clock. the Tick Tock of the hearts beating free from the shell ed confine of the egg. Energy measurable not only in Kelvin, degree, fahrenheit celsius , Important in creating and erasing the slate so each and everything can bring to play.
Imagine one planet, Earth. Just one planet full of life when Life exists in trillions of other petals in blooms across this and many trillions more, this you understand, Universe.
How is it then?
How is it it seems so complex and incomprehensible for a single mind to understand and yet for a young boy or girl, they can understand.
Yes. Nuclear bombs will blow. And yes, the wind will blow. Death this way or
Yes. A viruse will kill. And yes, the wind will blow. Death this way or
No. We refuse to be lead astray. We refuse war and trepidation. We choose Life.
or
No. We and i and you and they,;to choose relish each and every moment no matter if there is failure
and why?
With a smile and knowledge to know in one timeline of so many it time,
success
peace
and the eternal freedom
to exist.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
It had been many days since his last meal. Usually there was no shortage of vegetation or animals slower than the bruin could chase and catch. Lately there were no fish in the river. There were no rabbits in thick brush. The deer and elk had fled the area days ago.
Hunger fills anxiety. Hunger brought the reality of cold and fear. These are feelings the bear never felt before. The hunger caused the beast to exert even more effort in finding something to eat.
While it was on its way towards the lower elevation of the river, he heard a high pitch sound. The sound was intense enough to cause the bear to growl in pain. The pain increased in intensity with a small crimson trickle of blood falling from both ears; staining the dark fur.
The bear fell to the ground unconscious. Above the animal hovered a small sphere which was the source of the sound.
It did not take long until the sphere dismantled the carcass of the bear leaving only the bones clinging to claws.
Moving on the sphere continued hunting.
Hunger fills anxiety. Hunger brought the reality of cold and fear. These are feelings the bear never felt before. The hunger caused the beast to exert even more effort in finding something to eat.
While it was on its way towards the lower elevation of the river, he heard a high pitch sound. The sound was intense enough to cause the bear to growl in pain. The pain increased in intensity with a small crimson trickle of blood falling from both ears; staining the dark fur.
The bear fell to the ground unconscious. Above the animal hovered a small sphere which was the source of the sound.
It did not take long until the sphere dismantled the carcass of the bear leaving only the bones clinging to claws.
Moving on the sphere continued hunting.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What an evening!
Anyone who owns, rents, borrows, or has had contact with Welsh Corgi Pembroke dogs can fully understand what is being written.
Radar was a wonderful friend. Truly one to think of in the coming days of shit.
Tinkerbell is now scattered to the four corners of the world and in her way, still plays a very important part in the workings of my world.
Sobo the perfect smiling bitch. A scam artist. Brilliant. Wise in the ways of ambush and retarded in the ways of diplomacy (she would make a perfect Democrat)
Orf is a showoff.
Ladonna is the perfect pirate of the heart
And Thor...
Thor is my best friend on this planet. Best loving dog ever. No enemies. Loves every creature to include the deer that run him ragged and drive him crazy.
There was a story among many animal stories called, Dr. Doolittle. Stories of humans talking to and understanding animals. Thor fully understands the spoken and unspoken words. In turn, he can hide nothing from me.
Tonight he is definitely in his prime while Pluto is in full learning/training mode. Pluto is a deep thinker and deals with more than meets the eye, ear, or touch.
***
When in a room there is the thoughts, so many thoughts to match the smells of choice
When in a body of water there are the intense vibrations which if allowed, hurt deep inside.
Everyone so full of deceit and deception.
Wanting one thing while destroying everything
Yes, they smile, they cry, they pout, snicker and swear profanity
only
this does not reveal what they reveal trying to hide what's inside.
Tonight, a cook did well but will deal soon with brain cancer
Tomorrow Jeremy will feel the power of fate
Next week
This coming season
Years
Centuries.
Thank you God for Corgi's
and now to tend to
the visitor...
Anyone who owns, rents, borrows, or has had contact with Welsh Corgi Pembroke dogs can fully understand what is being written.
Radar was a wonderful friend. Truly one to think of in the coming days of shit.
Tinkerbell is now scattered to the four corners of the world and in her way, still plays a very important part in the workings of my world.
Sobo the perfect smiling bitch. A scam artist. Brilliant. Wise in the ways of ambush and retarded in the ways of diplomacy (she would make a perfect Democrat)
Orf is a showoff.
Ladonna is the perfect pirate of the heart
And Thor...
Thor is my best friend on this planet. Best loving dog ever. No enemies. Loves every creature to include the deer that run him ragged and drive him crazy.
There was a story among many animal stories called, Dr. Doolittle. Stories of humans talking to and understanding animals. Thor fully understands the spoken and unspoken words. In turn, he can hide nothing from me.
Tonight he is definitely in his prime while Pluto is in full learning/training mode. Pluto is a deep thinker and deals with more than meets the eye, ear, or touch.
***
When in a room there is the thoughts, so many thoughts to match the smells of choice
When in a body of water there are the intense vibrations which if allowed, hurt deep inside.
Everyone so full of deceit and deception.
Wanting one thing while destroying everything
Yes, they smile, they cry, they pout, snicker and swear profanity
only
this does not reveal what they reveal trying to hide what's inside.
Tonight, a cook did well but will deal soon with brain cancer
Tomorrow Jeremy will feel the power of fate
Next week
This coming season
Years
Centuries.
Thank you God for Corgi's
and now to tend to
the visitor...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
CHINA
oh China
China.
Booms come from many sources: Sonic
Impacts
Shifting plates
Voices of people....
Which one China? Which is the least or most?
Good.
You chose all. Boom boom boom, out go da lights!
Yeah!
"Feeling good this morning?"
Yep.
It is good
and it is getting
better parasite.
"Can I go now. Are you finished with me yet?"
Oh no parasite. Big plans for you.
Boom bippitty boom boom boom.
"Damn..."
oh China
China.
Booms come from many sources: Sonic
Impacts
Shifting plates
Voices of people....
Which one China? Which is the least or most?
Good.
You chose all. Boom boom boom, out go da lights!
Yeah!
"Feeling good this morning?"
Yep.
It is good
and it is getting
better parasite.
"Can I go now. Are you finished with me yet?"
Oh no parasite. Big plans for you.
Boom bippitty boom boom boom.
"Damn..."
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"Oh you sly sexy beast..." a panting of a wolves tongue.
A dash of dust high, there, above you those stars in the sky...
(munch, munch,) "So, what's up man. You drunk?"
No.
"High?"
Where was I?
"You are a prick dude. Later."
Yes.
Yes I am.
"And in this to touch without holding"
or is it?
"Holding without touching..."
it is there again
and there
knowing
trusting
chasing.
,,,,
lds
numbers: dialogue
"She is jumping up and down in my lap..."
Ha!
High?
If that were to occur nothing would be here
that is how high
(grin)
ivory.
"And here again, the illustrations of time manipulation.:'
Analyzed: Complete. Sec. Sc
this is what happens when sitting level bound in a straight jacket
a good day today.
A dash of dust high, there, above you those stars in the sky...
(munch, munch,) "So, what's up man. You drunk?"
No.
"High?"
Where was I?
"You are a prick dude. Later."
Yes.
Yes I am.
"And in this to touch without holding"
or is it?
"Holding without touching..."
it is there again
and there
knowing
trusting
chasing.
,,,,
lds
numbers: dialogue
"She is jumping up and down in my lap..."
Ha!
High?
If that were to occur nothing would be here
that is how high
(grin)
ivory.
"And here again, the illustrations of time manipulation.:'
Analyzed: Complete. Sec. Sc
this is what happens when sitting level bound in a straight jacket
a good day today.
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and this is then...better than stale pretzels.
*
Stories being written and thus read paint a picture which is understandable totally due to the faith of commonality.
"SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep."
Ok parasite
I
talk
simple.
~Leg. Arm. Neck.
pieces understandable if divisible by two~
What if a species exist without feet, legs, fins, tentacles, wheels?
How then to write of them....?
Maybe, a poem.
*
In friction the heat reacts to the vacuum
skipping between alternating current
timing perfect resonance
the vibration.
if so, then how can such control the mechanical?
Ah yes, a parasite
A free rider.
*
Stories being written and thus read paint a picture which is understandable totally due to the faith of commonality.
"SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep."
Ok parasite
I
talk
simple.
~Leg. Arm. Neck.
pieces understandable if divisible by two~
What if a species exist without feet, legs, fins, tentacles, wheels?
How then to write of them....?
Maybe, a poem.
*
In friction the heat reacts to the vacuum
skipping between alternating current
timing perfect resonance
the vibration.
if so, then how can such control the mechanical?
Ah yes, a parasite
A free rider.
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Interesting sexual habits/fetishes the human species have.
On the top
On the bottom
From behind
From the front...
~
and you thought I was talking about sex when really the writing was about a baker applying frosting for a cake.
~
Read this then. Such the topic of sex.
A link to porn means so much.
Hubba hubba, ooh....yes
or
fuck yourself, you male chauvinist pig.
Yet for all the words I have ever spoken, i wouldn't change a thing. Not one thing.
***
He dialed the number that showed on the screen of his computer. The number was not the only thing showing on the screen. It also displayed in high definition color two woman sucking the cock of a tiny Asian man. In the old days the tiny man would be called, midget. Today, his nickname is Won Ton.
The viewer was aroused by Won Ton getting lucky with two beautiful women so calling the number he heard after a few rings, "Hello...and welcome to my world. My name is Wanda. Wicked Wanda. What's your name?"
"Uh, name? Uh. Bud. Bud Durack."
"Ooh. Bud. Sounds like a real mans name. Do you like spanking Bud?"
"Yes. Uhm. I mean, I lke to watch people spanking."
"I'm spanking myself right now Bud. Oooh. Owe (the sounds of flesh being whacked with what was probably a spatula used only minutes ago by the 72 year old woman going by the name, Wanda.) Ooh, I wish you were here Bud."
Bud was fully aroused and was rubbing his nibbles while wearing oven gloves.
"Bud, oh Bud, I wish you could feel my wet pussy." (Ha! Wanda's pussy was last wet thirty years ago)
"Oh. Oh yes." (whacka whacka whacka) "Ahhhhhh!"
(click)
Wanda made $92.00 for the three minutes of sex talk. She was happy and now used the spatula to stir her pot of pasta.
Bud was smiling as in his mind, Wanda was a hotty and well worth the $150.00 he spent (92 to Wanda the rest to Wing Wongs House of Porn)
*
"That has some potential dick head."
You think so parasite. I highly doubt it as I can ruin it all by saying. If it has been thought of it has been tried.
"Dang... I bet I could think of a sexual act no one has done."
Go ahead parasite. Wow me.
"Okay. First you cover yourself and your partner(s) with chocolate sauce and sprinkle liberally with coconut flakes."
Sounds like a recipe.
"Anyway. Everyone licks the chocolate off the other(s) and then jumps in a fire and die."
Seriously? Parasite, that is not new. People do that all the time.
"Humans are sick..."
Yes. Yes they are parasite.
yet there is something crazy nice about it.
On the top
On the bottom
From behind
From the front...
~
and you thought I was talking about sex when really the writing was about a baker applying frosting for a cake.
~
Read this then. Such the topic of sex.
A link to porn means so much.
Hubba hubba, ooh....yes
or
fuck yourself, you male chauvinist pig.
Yet for all the words I have ever spoken, i wouldn't change a thing. Not one thing.
***
He dialed the number that showed on the screen of his computer. The number was not the only thing showing on the screen. It also displayed in high definition color two woman sucking the cock of a tiny Asian man. In the old days the tiny man would be called, midget. Today, his nickname is Won Ton.
The viewer was aroused by Won Ton getting lucky with two beautiful women so calling the number he heard after a few rings, "Hello...and welcome to my world. My name is Wanda. Wicked Wanda. What's your name?"
"Uh, name? Uh. Bud. Bud Durack."
"Ooh. Bud. Sounds like a real mans name. Do you like spanking Bud?"
"Yes. Uhm. I mean, I lke to watch people spanking."
"I'm spanking myself right now Bud. Oooh. Owe (the sounds of flesh being whacked with what was probably a spatula used only minutes ago by the 72 year old woman going by the name, Wanda.) Ooh, I wish you were here Bud."
Bud was fully aroused and was rubbing his nibbles while wearing oven gloves.
"Bud, oh Bud, I wish you could feel my wet pussy." (Ha! Wanda's pussy was last wet thirty years ago)
"Oh. Oh yes." (whacka whacka whacka) "Ahhhhhh!"
(click)
Wanda made $92.00 for the three minutes of sex talk. She was happy and now used the spatula to stir her pot of pasta.
Bud was smiling as in his mind, Wanda was a hotty and well worth the $150.00 he spent (92 to Wanda the rest to Wing Wongs House of Porn)
*
"That has some potential dick head."
You think so parasite. I highly doubt it as I can ruin it all by saying. If it has been thought of it has been tried.
"Dang... I bet I could think of a sexual act no one has done."
Go ahead parasite. Wow me.
"Okay. First you cover yourself and your partner(s) with chocolate sauce and sprinkle liberally with coconut flakes."
Sounds like a recipe.
"Anyway. Everyone licks the chocolate off the other(s) and then jumps in a fire and die."
Seriously? Parasite, that is not new. People do that all the time.
"Humans are sick..."
Yes. Yes they are parasite.
yet there is something crazy nice about it.
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US media drops ‘Dilbert’ after comic creator’s racist remarks
Comic strip creator Scott Adams called Black people a ‘hate group’ and told white people to ‘get away’ from them.
More censorship.
Power of the pen.
Power in control.
White people are a hate group.
Black people are a hate group.
Humans are a hate group.
"I'm offended!"
"I'm retarded!"
"I'm drunk!"
"I hate you!"
*
"So, some niggers were raping a white woman the other day. Had to put them down with a a shot gun." Said by someone somewhere.
"The white oppressors will pay for our slavery!" Said by someone somewhere.
Are aliens hateful and racist?
Yes. Yes they are.
Freedom of speech is a very powerful right in the States of America, until various groups of identities learned how to use their free speech in a way to control the speech of others not like them.
I remember on the Poetry Circle where a person wrote that Jesus was fucked in the ass by an angel. Totally disagree with that persons writing and yet totally support that persons right to be able to write whatever he/she wants.
There definitely is a line between respect and free speech. Many to include myself cross that line.
In other places and soon to happen in this country, if the line is crossed all your rights can be taken away to include the right to breathe.
Comic strip creator Scott Adams called Black people a ‘hate group’ and told white people to ‘get away’ from them.
More censorship.
Power of the pen.
Power in control.
White people are a hate group.
Black people are a hate group.
Humans are a hate group.
"I'm offended!"
"I'm retarded!"
"I'm drunk!"
"I hate you!"
*
"So, some niggers were raping a white woman the other day. Had to put them down with a a shot gun." Said by someone somewhere.
"The white oppressors will pay for our slavery!" Said by someone somewhere.
Are aliens hateful and racist?
Yes. Yes they are.
Freedom of speech is a very powerful right in the States of America, until various groups of identities learned how to use their free speech in a way to control the speech of others not like them.
I remember on the Poetry Circle where a person wrote that Jesus was fucked in the ass by an angel. Totally disagree with that persons writing and yet totally support that persons right to be able to write whatever he/she wants.
There definitely is a line between respect and free speech. Many to include myself cross that line.
In other places and soon to happen in this country, if the line is crossed all your rights can be taken away to include the right to breathe.
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Corgi-sized meteor as heavy as 4 baby elephants hit Texas - NASA
The meteor in question struck the Earth near McAllen, Texas with the energy equivalent of 8 tons of TNT, but there were no reported casualties or damages.
By AARON REICH
finally some fun inspiration. Sex gets boring. Hate gets boring. Politicians have always been boring. Corgi's... NOW that never gets boring.
Told Thor about the meteor the size of him weighing as much as 4 baby elephants. He instantly told me I was fat shaming him. Fat shaming? Is that actually real?
*
Monster Corgi
The small Welsh village town of Timor sounded the bell atop the old church in the town square.
"He's coming. He's coming. Take shelter." Yelled the town crier. The being he was giving alarm about was Mr. Squiggles, the local corgi that weighed as much as four baby elephants. Not three elephants and not five...four.
''Woof! Woof!" The sound of the corgi reverberated throughout the village. The poor bakers wife fainted right in front of her door. Her husband quickly dragged her inside by her heels.
Soon the town seemed deserted. The townspeople all hiding inside their homes, business's, and one young couple took the opportunity for a quick romp in the hay down in the horse stables.
Yes, the town seemed empty except for a young boy sitting on the ledge of a stone fountain. A very old fountain built so long ago that it witnessed the rise and fall of the Roman empire. The boys name was, Kenny.
Kenny whistled in a high pitched tone and was instantly responded to with a huge, "Wooo Woof!"
"Come here boy. Come on." Kenny smiled as the ponderous beast of a Pembroke Welsh Corgi waddled into the village.
The corgi used to be named Gypsy back in the day when it weighed like one baby elephant. Now that it weighed like four baby elephants the name Gypsy was replaced with, "ARgh! It's a monster! Run for your lives." A long name for sure but it played nicely into peoples fear. All people that is except for Kenny, who fondly called the dog, Mr. Squiggles.
With the ground shaking like runaway horses pulling a carriage, the corgi ran over to Kenny and gobbled up a fresh baked pie. It only took seconds for the corgi to devour the pie and soon it turned its attention towards finding any crumbs it may have missed.
"Ha. Good boy. Liked that huh?
With a big sloppy kiss the corgi leapt up to shower Kenny with affection. Sadly for the boy though, he was crushed by the dog's weight. This prompted the town mayor to yell. "Oh my god, it killed Kenny!"
(South Park is inspirational too)