sable furs, mink, long hair. inspiring.
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Mane of lions so bushy, wild and untamed
Vikings pride before with grooming and washing the blood out after battle
Horse hairs directing the winds passing
Old men balding and barren, dreaming of younger years.
Cats lick and preen, fur shining
So many animals with cover growing and showing
Women can spend years until their head touches the ground while standing
It is
an interesting world
of hair.
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What a night. Wonderful and inspirational. Reminded of, The Trick'
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The Earth herself speaks to those who dream, her voice simple and serene
Rocking a world in their deeds
Given voice those many children as they seek their means
Growing
Showing
Knowing...
Knowing what they think
For to be is and it is of that uncanny ability to accept or deny of all things
If lead to water will they swim, sink, shun, sip?
Maybe they will reject or accept, but only on terms that 'they think'
In trick so easy make all think it is their idea, their way, their path, their journey
In this way, the herd so powerful, wild and strong...
In actions and = fulfillment of Need.
***
The Earth herself speaks to those who dream, her voice simple and serene
Rocking a world in their deeds
Given voice those many children as they seek their means
Growing
Showing
Knowing...
Knowing what they think
For to be is and it is of that uncanny ability to accept or deny of all things
If lead to water will they swim, sink, shun, sip?
Maybe they will reject or accept, but only on terms that 'they think'
In trick so easy make all think it is their idea, their way, their path, their journey
In this way, the herd so powerful, wild and strong...
In actions and = fulfillment of Need.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
winnow the passing thoughts
stray and airy current; pursed lips wondering outer lines
unlimited squander such golden sensations
sitting the form for comfort and contemplation
so many, many words competing as if it could stop Rome from burning
it is there, written up each and every day
of this, a harvest full of watching earth and sky for that moment of process
laugh and laughter and why
for upon the this, the face of mask, breathing, writing
winnowing the passing thoughts.
stray and airy current; pursed lips wondering outer lines
unlimited squander such golden sensations
sitting the form for comfort and contemplation
so many, many words competing as if it could stop Rome from burning
it is there, written up each and every day
of this, a harvest full of watching earth and sky for that moment of process
laugh and laughter and why
for upon the this, the face of mask, breathing, writing
winnowing the passing thoughts.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
People can choose to write and in so doing, can choose what/how/when to write... unless, they allow others to dictate their decisions.
People can choose a lot in this world, as long as it is what they think it is that they choose.
Today the following headline... Texas judge rules hospital can remove baby Tinslee Lewis from life support, family has week to appeal
So, in this situation a baby named Tinslee can now be 'removed' from life support. A kind bit of writing/terminology to basically state that hospital is free to allow Tinslee to die, or in a more direct way, to kill Tinslee.
Very inspirational as the situation of Tinslee could just as well be about a writer, a painter, a politician, any or any.
This world 'thinks' it can control. For example: In Tinslee versus the hospital, there will be those who express outrage at the hospitals actions going forward/past just as there will be those who express outrage at Tinslee and parents.
Always the two-sides.
Life support. An interesting term denoting that the hospital is using devices to keep Tinslee 'alive'. But, what is life and death? For humanity is seems so easy to define and yet, they are so so so wrong. Humans cannot take life or give life, they can only exist with Life.
And while the ignorance continues, thankfully this country still allows freedom of thought, speech, and writing. As such, inspirational.
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whissssssssspers...
unspoken yet heard
unwritten yet read
unknown yet known
all around the outrage and spiel
all inside the adulation and accolades
Creation is all around, inside and outside
raising voice and arm in anger/hate
nurturing compassion
feeling alive, fearing death
death is only for those who believe in it
as those who desire life, know in their respective hearts just what it takes
to Live...
the Wind
People can choose a lot in this world, as long as it is what they think it is that they choose.
Today the following headline... Texas judge rules hospital can remove baby Tinslee Lewis from life support, family has week to appeal
So, in this situation a baby named Tinslee can now be 'removed' from life support. A kind bit of writing/terminology to basically state that hospital is free to allow Tinslee to die, or in a more direct way, to kill Tinslee.
Very inspirational as the situation of Tinslee could just as well be about a writer, a painter, a politician, any or any.
This world 'thinks' it can control. For example: In Tinslee versus the hospital, there will be those who express outrage at the hospitals actions going forward/past just as there will be those who express outrage at Tinslee and parents.
Always the two-sides.
Life support. An interesting term denoting that the hospital is using devices to keep Tinslee 'alive'. But, what is life and death? For humanity is seems so easy to define and yet, they are so so so wrong. Humans cannot take life or give life, they can only exist with Life.
And while the ignorance continues, thankfully this country still allows freedom of thought, speech, and writing. As such, inspirational.
***
whissssssssspers...
unspoken yet heard
unwritten yet read
unknown yet known
all around the outrage and spiel
all inside the adulation and accolades
Creation is all around, inside and outside
raising voice and arm in anger/hate
nurturing compassion
feeling alive, fearing death
death is only for those who believe in it
as those who desire life, know in their respective hearts just what it takes
to Live...
the Wind
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Lester Curtis
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey, off-topic a bit, but when I saw this I remembered your stone-powered boats ... this is a level higher in sophistication, but still has no moving parts. Kids will need adult supervision with fire, though.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_pop_boat
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_pop_boat
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Wow. How simple and exciting at the same time. Thanks for sharing Lester. I'm going to build one and of course, modify the design. Excellent! Children should be building such items instead of ensuring their slavery to modern machines.
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So much inspiration lately (always the inspiration). It could be very easy to write about War but war is just a common bowel movement of humanity. It could be very very easy to write about last nights visit in the dreamworld, but that is one i will keep inside.
However, one bit of inspiration is the new television commercial regarding the 'adoption' of a polar bear. Now, is that one giant scam or what? Probably for every dollar donated, 99% goes to the 'program' and 1% goes toward some person waving at a group of polar bears as they waddle across an ice flow. So, the bear wins...
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Ouk'nak
Written by: Another World
001A, official entry to a female polar bear aged four years and given an adoption name of, Alice.
Alice was a healthy and vibrant bear who had already given birth to four cubs over the past few years. Currently though, she was single and hunting along the shattered shards of floating ice.
Hunting was good. The seal population had exploded as the food chain starting with algae and going up the links, had also exploded.
More algae equaled more organisms feasting on such which in turn were fed upon by shrimp which were fed upon by small fish which then sated the hunger of seals. Yes indeed, hunting was very good.
Alice was covered in ample layers of fat and for her the world was great.
She did not know that she had been adopted by a handful of humans who fell prey to their own choices of believing whatever current folly was put before them.
Currently, in the world of humans, the topic of climate change was a very strong force for those seeking power over other humans. Powerful people such as an ex American Vice President, made outlandish statements in the hope of power retention and personal enrichment of his finances.
Such statements worked. They worked so well many groups were started to enrich themselves and serve their selfish desires. Even young children cashed in by voicing their own opinions as they were programmed by a society that cares nothing about anything other then their own wants and desires.
One group was started by the great idea of adopting polar bears and with such an idea it was genius. Money was donated, none was actually spent for the betterment of a species of bear that finds its home in the ice worlds of Earth. But for those associated with the program, they ate just as well as Alice was currently was doing; ripping out the tasty guts of a well fed baby seal.
Ouk'nak was a hunter. His age was as old as the ice. His skill of stalking the great white bear impossible to measure. His description was and is, indescribable...
Ouk'nak left no tracks in the snow as he swiftly approached Alice. Soon, with a swift slice of a knife blade purer than diamond and sharper than any blade humanity could devise... Alice was quickly slaughtered.
Ouk'nak quickly reached in and with Alice's heart still beating strongly; devoured with a smile surrounded by hot blood.
Soon, all that was left of Alice was a stain in the snow. The stain would soon be covered by fresh powdered snow leaving those who donated in her name, clueless as to her fate.
As for Ouk'nak... his world was not of the Inuit nor any race of human. His was the world of ice and cold. His was the world of the hunt from the spiritual world of a most wonderful place. And with the speed he exhibited during the hunt, it was even more so as he wiped the blood from his laughing face and merged with the blowing snow, disappearing fully sated and telling stories to others until his next hunt.
***
So much inspiration lately (always the inspiration). It could be very easy to write about War but war is just a common bowel movement of humanity. It could be very very easy to write about last nights visit in the dreamworld, but that is one i will keep inside.
However, one bit of inspiration is the new television commercial regarding the 'adoption' of a polar bear. Now, is that one giant scam or what? Probably for every dollar donated, 99% goes to the 'program' and 1% goes toward some person waving at a group of polar bears as they waddle across an ice flow. So, the bear wins...
***
Ouk'nak
Written by: Another World
001A, official entry to a female polar bear aged four years and given an adoption name of, Alice.
Alice was a healthy and vibrant bear who had already given birth to four cubs over the past few years. Currently though, she was single and hunting along the shattered shards of floating ice.
Hunting was good. The seal population had exploded as the food chain starting with algae and going up the links, had also exploded.
More algae equaled more organisms feasting on such which in turn were fed upon by shrimp which were fed upon by small fish which then sated the hunger of seals. Yes indeed, hunting was very good.
Alice was covered in ample layers of fat and for her the world was great.
She did not know that she had been adopted by a handful of humans who fell prey to their own choices of believing whatever current folly was put before them.
Currently, in the world of humans, the topic of climate change was a very strong force for those seeking power over other humans. Powerful people such as an ex American Vice President, made outlandish statements in the hope of power retention and personal enrichment of his finances.
Such statements worked. They worked so well many groups were started to enrich themselves and serve their selfish desires. Even young children cashed in by voicing their own opinions as they were programmed by a society that cares nothing about anything other then their own wants and desires.
One group was started by the great idea of adopting polar bears and with such an idea it was genius. Money was donated, none was actually spent for the betterment of a species of bear that finds its home in the ice worlds of Earth. But for those associated with the program, they ate just as well as Alice was currently was doing; ripping out the tasty guts of a well fed baby seal.
Ouk'nak was a hunter. His age was as old as the ice. His skill of stalking the great white bear impossible to measure. His description was and is, indescribable...
Ouk'nak left no tracks in the snow as he swiftly approached Alice. Soon, with a swift slice of a knife blade purer than diamond and sharper than any blade humanity could devise... Alice was quickly slaughtered.
Ouk'nak quickly reached in and with Alice's heart still beating strongly; devoured with a smile surrounded by hot blood.
Soon, all that was left of Alice was a stain in the snow. The stain would soon be covered by fresh powdered snow leaving those who donated in her name, clueless as to her fate.
As for Ouk'nak... his world was not of the Inuit nor any race of human. His was the world of ice and cold. His was the world of the hunt from the spiritual world of a most wonderful place. And with the speed he exhibited during the hunt, it was even more so as he wiped the blood from his laughing face and merged with the blowing snow, disappearing fully sated and telling stories to others until his next hunt.
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Lester Curtis
- Long Fiction Editor
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Nice. You ever see the movie "Nanook of the North"? If not, check it out. Utterly amazing how those people live (or, *used* to live). Guy builds an igloo in a few hours, cutting snow into big blocks with a special knife ... it's more like a sword, and the serrated blade is made from a walrus tusk; supposedly the snow won't stick to the blade. The whole family sleeps together naked between a couple of polar-bear pelts: him, his wife, an adult daughter, and a few kids, including a tiny baby.
Dude kills polar bears--with a fucking spear--and sells the pelts for some of his livelihood. Beats the shit out of his sled dogs when they start fighting. Kills seals with a bolt-action .22 rifle. His wife's coat is adorned with beautiful needlework at the hems.
Some of the happiest people I've ever seen on film, and always at risk of sudden death.
Dude kills polar bears--with a fucking spear--and sells the pelts for some of his livelihood. Beats the shit out of his sled dogs when they start fighting. Kills seals with a bolt-action .22 rifle. His wife's coat is adorned with beautiful needlework at the hems.
Some of the happiest people I've ever seen on film, and always at risk of sudden death.
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Yes, along with many readings of, Two Against the North.
You bring up an interesting topic, that being how indigenous societies flourished with their current environments in whatever clime they exist/existed.
Australian aborigines with their spirituality and medicine. Central American dwellers with the same. All tribe/societies of 'primitive' status so looked down upon by modern societies yet so rich in what is truly real. Life and death.
All is/was not perfect though. Warfare. Slavery. Environmental destruction... just as all humanity is prone to. But, amazing how humanity adapts to whatever environment with those actually being and those, pretending.
Sadly, just like modern writing/stories, with the selection of 'being' whatever culture it is... that we want to embrace, it has become a jumble of fragments. There is little left for traditions, honors, and taboo's. We live in a world where flavor-of-the-second is the ruler.
Thankfully though, all it takes is a very large earth-shattering event to bring it all back into focus. And i for one would not miss this 'modern' world for a second.
Thanks again for the inspiration.
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A child of the desert looks to the night sky and see their path and future
A child of the jungle feels the rain fall the night before they enter womanhood/manhood
..........they have worked hard to gain the status they had so looked forward to.
A child of ice and snow learn to survive with a world and not against for they know
A child everywhere in every time are born into a tribe and feel
To walk and climb the mountain, tasting the fruit from the tree of Life
filled with pride, uncertainty, love, hate, ambitions; fate of concern or whim, it matters only when the memories still flow warm and comforting as their bodies cool in whatever place
their grave.
You bring up an interesting topic, that being how indigenous societies flourished with their current environments in whatever clime they exist/existed.
Australian aborigines with their spirituality and medicine. Central American dwellers with the same. All tribe/societies of 'primitive' status so looked down upon by modern societies yet so rich in what is truly real. Life and death.
All is/was not perfect though. Warfare. Slavery. Environmental destruction... just as all humanity is prone to. But, amazing how humanity adapts to whatever environment with those actually being and those, pretending.
Sadly, just like modern writing/stories, with the selection of 'being' whatever culture it is... that we want to embrace, it has become a jumble of fragments. There is little left for traditions, honors, and taboo's. We live in a world where flavor-of-the-second is the ruler.
Thankfully though, all it takes is a very large earth-shattering event to bring it all back into focus. And i for one would not miss this 'modern' world for a second.
Thanks again for the inspiration.
***
A child of the desert looks to the night sky and see their path and future
A child of the jungle feels the rain fall the night before they enter womanhood/manhood
..........they have worked hard to gain the status they had so looked forward to.
A child of ice and snow learn to survive with a world and not against for they know
A child everywhere in every time are born into a tribe and feel
To walk and climb the mountain, tasting the fruit from the tree of Life
filled with pride, uncertainty, love, hate, ambitions; fate of concern or whim, it matters only when the memories still flow warm and comforting as their bodies cool in whatever place
their grave.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Woke up thinking about coffee. I hate coffee so was a bit surprised to wake up to thinking about it.
Coffee got me to thinking on why it took on such popularity so did some research. Laughed when reading that in the 9th century an Ethiopian goat farmer noticed his goats got very energetic and it was caused when he saw them eating coffee beans.
Got another laugh when learning coffee was introduced to Europe via Malta in the 1600's. And really got a laugh when the clergy at the time said coffee was the devil's drink.
Today, coffee is very important. First thing Margareta does in the morning is sip that vile shit. A lot of people can't function without that first cup.
Funny how something small can become so huge. A mustard seed. A coffee bean. An assassination. A cruel word. A kind word. A book. A story. A baby. An ego.
Yep, coffee was and is very inspirational today.
***
As the Sun shines, tearing apart the night and sky
there is
a warmth inside
Sipping the flavor of blackness to gain clarity of mind
Aroma filling the room
Hot cup placed upon the table
For some there used to be the morning paper
Now electronic screens give taste a view
as the bean imparts its magic, the world becomes alive
Coffee got me to thinking on why it took on such popularity so did some research. Laughed when reading that in the 9th century an Ethiopian goat farmer noticed his goats got very energetic and it was caused when he saw them eating coffee beans.
Got another laugh when learning coffee was introduced to Europe via Malta in the 1600's. And really got a laugh when the clergy at the time said coffee was the devil's drink.
Today, coffee is very important. First thing Margareta does in the morning is sip that vile shit. A lot of people can't function without that first cup.
Funny how something small can become so huge. A mustard seed. A coffee bean. An assassination. A cruel word. A kind word. A book. A story. A baby. An ego.
Yep, coffee was and is very inspirational today.
***
As the Sun shines, tearing apart the night and sky
there is
a warmth inside
Sipping the flavor of blackness to gain clarity of mind
Aroma filling the room
Hot cup placed upon the table
For some there used to be the morning paper
Now electronic screens give taste a view
as the bean imparts its magic, the world becomes alive
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
It is fun to watch 'old' science fiction movies. Currently watching, Forbidden Planet, filmed in 1956. How fun to see what Hollywood did with special effects, directing, music, costumes, plot. Inspiring, but for another time.
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Really though, in thoughts and mind,
Really simple when thinking about it
It really is
What difference does it make when they choose abortion, war and death...
When reasons are chosen over life, when excuses are excused...
Why worry about what cannot nor ever be expected to change...
Really though, in thoughts and mind,
Really simple when thinking about it
It really is
***
Really though, in thoughts and mind,
Really simple when thinking about it
It really is
What difference does it make when they choose abortion, war and death...
When reasons are chosen over life, when excuses are excused...
Why worry about what cannot nor ever be expected to change...
Really though, in thoughts and mind,
Really simple when thinking about it
It really is
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspired today by a force i know all too well... A feeble force with immense power over this world so many cling too. Children all trying to announce, "I exist!"
This force has many names and many faces. It speaks in many languages and many tongues. The translation is chosen to be lost in a mix of choice words.
To this force i give voice and translation, and it is not for the weak of heart...
* ** *** ****
* * * *
*
I will kill and rape your very existence with words of beguile and sweetness
Filling your needs with so much the doubt is
existence
There is no love or joy or hope or reality where you can escape
your
existence
To trade and begin with such subtleties as if your choice actually has matter
of which the reply is:
to shower your ashes with no memories, no existence
War is only a choice of negligence
Morality is only a false rendition of your non-existence
for I know you well
All
each and everyone one born of Adams lineage
and in this, to laugh and mock while knowing full well
the simple choice of just saying,"No," in your heart
yet choosing the choice of not
existing...
*
if only they would listen, so simple the rendition
however
it is
their choices...
it is
their abilities...
even with the knowledge so ample, so free, so much sacrifice and yet
they choose to remain
blinded...
to this, the decisions have become so much less complicated, so much less confusing
and to this,
their journey leads to a path
of their own free will...
thank God for being the sanity needed.
This force has many names and many faces. It speaks in many languages and many tongues. The translation is chosen to be lost in a mix of choice words.
To this force i give voice and translation, and it is not for the weak of heart...
* ** *** ****
* * * *
*
I will kill and rape your very existence with words of beguile and sweetness
Filling your needs with so much the doubt is
existence
There is no love or joy or hope or reality where you can escape
your
existence
To trade and begin with such subtleties as if your choice actually has matter
of which the reply is:
to shower your ashes with no memories, no existence
War is only a choice of negligence
Morality is only a false rendition of your non-existence
for I know you well
All
each and everyone one born of Adams lineage
and in this, to laugh and mock while knowing full well
the simple choice of just saying,"No," in your heart
yet choosing the choice of not
existing...
*
if only they would listen, so simple the rendition
however
it is
their choices...
it is
their abilities...
even with the knowledge so ample, so free, so much sacrifice and yet
they choose to remain
blinded...
to this, the decisions have become so much less complicated, so much less confusing
and to this,
their journey leads to a path
of their own free will...
thank God for being the sanity needed.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Grabbing with talons locked
to bowl with the moon
knocking over origins
for so long even forgotten forgets
such the dreams of lost
people
if it did make sense, make logical conclusions then all truly is
lost
forgot
forgotten beset by bespoke
with some to say before
yet...
after the tournament
faieries flitter from flower
to
flower
remembering forgotten
leaving a sunrise to reveal a moon so many, many, many...
forget.
to bowl with the moon
knocking over origins
for so long even forgotten forgets
such the dreams of lost
people
if it did make sense, make logical conclusions then all truly is
lost
forgot
forgotten beset by bespoke
with some to say before
yet...
after the tournament
faieries flitter from flower
to
flower
remembering forgotten
leaving a sunrise to reveal a moon so many, many, many...
forget.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Owls back motionless as the snow blankets her patience
Mated shadow sits nearby scouring the surface far below
Two lives, two more coming
Living up so high and blessed by clouds covering
A Moon smiles.
Mated shadow sits nearby scouring the surface far below
Two lives, two more coming
Living up so high and blessed by clouds covering
A Moon smiles.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
chosen names given the power and with such, definition...
Khan, Mao, Hitler, Obama, Trump, Jesus...
Such ability to grow
Young knowing ambition
showing decision
with what in mind?
Power
Such the allure, the desire
To control and know
Common theme for so many, many, many, reasons; joy, hate, love, so many the reasons.
'Power'... There is and are so many descriptions
Abilities to 'win' to 'lose'
with all having one common goal...
Self
If you had the chance, the ability, the many reasons...
With choice to do whatever it is
you think...
Would you know really what true power is
inside?
People who try to invade this world with the so many of many reasons,
know nothing of power other than the fuel of this world...
to have the power of control, no matter what the reason
no matter the best or worst intentions,
will only know what Power is if they sacrifice themselves( without any other reason than love...) for others seeking power trying to destroy
their world.
Khan, Mao, Hitler, Obama, Trump, Jesus...
Such ability to grow
Young knowing ambition
showing decision
with what in mind?
Power
Such the allure, the desire
To control and know
Common theme for so many, many, many, reasons; joy, hate, love, so many the reasons.
'Power'... There is and are so many descriptions
Abilities to 'win' to 'lose'
with all having one common goal...
Self
If you had the chance, the ability, the many reasons...
With choice to do whatever it is
you think...
Would you know really what true power is
inside?
People who try to invade this world with the so many of many reasons,
know nothing of power other than the fuel of this world...
to have the power of control, no matter what the reason
no matter the best or worst intentions,
will only know what Power is if they sacrifice themselves( without any other reason than love...) for others seeking power trying to destroy
their world.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Arrghh!
(crunch, crunch, crunch... burp) "What's up numbnuts?" the parasite queried as it sat on Robin's head eating BBQ potato chips (a loud explosion of noxious gas emitted from one of its many orifice)
Did you just shit on my head? Man, you're truly a sick parasite.
"Well, it's not my fault you have stale out-of-date chips. Messes with the digestive tract."
Let me try one (crunch, crunch, crunch...burp) (a loud explosion emitted from the nether world) Yep, you're right...stale.
"So getting back to my earlier question and I'm only asking it because I'm bored and my flight to Florida for a dolphin seminar has been snowed out, what's up?"
You know...
"I know what?"
You're up. You're on my head eating potato chips and passing some foul form of stench.
"That's it? Boring. Boring. Boring. Think I'll go play with some half frozen bridge trolls. Currently the troll down on the Salmon is a bit pissed on the humans way of conducting repairs."
Yes. Yes, by all means. Go play with them, but don't let them sucker you into playing strip poker. You do not want to ever see a bridge troll naked...
"HeeHee. Those trolls definitely don't want to see me naked and if I lose I actually win and they lose, and, and, and... ah fuck it. Later loser."
Later parasite. (Robin then proceeded to the shower where he washed his hair three times with baking soda and paint thinner)
(crunch, crunch, crunch... burp) "What's up numbnuts?" the parasite queried as it sat on Robin's head eating BBQ potato chips (a loud explosion of noxious gas emitted from one of its many orifice)
Did you just shit on my head? Man, you're truly a sick parasite.
"Well, it's not my fault you have stale out-of-date chips. Messes with the digestive tract."
Let me try one (crunch, crunch, crunch...burp) (a loud explosion emitted from the nether world) Yep, you're right...stale.
"So getting back to my earlier question and I'm only asking it because I'm bored and my flight to Florida for a dolphin seminar has been snowed out, what's up?"
You know...
"I know what?"
You're up. You're on my head eating potato chips and passing some foul form of stench.
"That's it? Boring. Boring. Boring. Think I'll go play with some half frozen bridge trolls. Currently the troll down on the Salmon is a bit pissed on the humans way of conducting repairs."
Yes. Yes, by all means. Go play with them, but don't let them sucker you into playing strip poker. You do not want to ever see a bridge troll naked...
"HeeHee. Those trolls definitely don't want to see me naked and if I lose I actually win and they lose, and, and, and... ah fuck it. Later loser."
Later parasite. (Robin then proceeded to the shower where he washed his hair three times with baking soda and paint thinner)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Just a thought but thinking with the modern access of video formats via such an extensive network...
"You're blabbing again."
No I'm not parasite, I'm rambling. And what is inspiring me is how the printed words of this world are being replaced with audio/visual. Just ask any kid you see how many books they read a year, or in their life.
My father only read one novel in his entire life yet he was old school and a surgeon. He spent his time studying journals and books of medicine and science. It was interesting to see the only 'fun' book he took time from his busy life to read was, Sacajawea.
(parasite shaking something resembling a head from side-to-side said) "Yep. Blabbing again about what no one gives a shit about."
Well, it's obvious you care and I care so there ya go. Anyway, thinking about how the world is giving up the printed word got me to thinking about how we take the small things for granted. And this all came from me waking up thinking about the lowly screw.
Nails were and are a great invention but the screw is leaps and bounds better. They can be reused many times. They are strong. A tiny screw can impart tremendous strength to crooked boards. And just look at what Archimedes came up with... A great way to move water to elevation.
"Sigh. You've got a screw loose that's for sure. Or, in another way your feeble mind can understand...you're screwed!"
Good one parasite. And you've inspired me with a mental picture now of what goes on between you and the dolphins...
***
Screw
Threads spiral from zero to eternity
Wrapped so closely to perfection
Point sharp searching
Binding various plains
All with the will of a creator
Reaching into the masses and selecting one
to fit
the need.
"You're blabbing again."
No I'm not parasite, I'm rambling. And what is inspiring me is how the printed words of this world are being replaced with audio/visual. Just ask any kid you see how many books they read a year, or in their life.
My father only read one novel in his entire life yet he was old school and a surgeon. He spent his time studying journals and books of medicine and science. It was interesting to see the only 'fun' book he took time from his busy life to read was, Sacajawea.
(parasite shaking something resembling a head from side-to-side said) "Yep. Blabbing again about what no one gives a shit about."
Well, it's obvious you care and I care so there ya go. Anyway, thinking about how the world is giving up the printed word got me to thinking about how we take the small things for granted. And this all came from me waking up thinking about the lowly screw.
Nails were and are a great invention but the screw is leaps and bounds better. They can be reused many times. They are strong. A tiny screw can impart tremendous strength to crooked boards. And just look at what Archimedes came up with... A great way to move water to elevation.
"Sigh. You've got a screw loose that's for sure. Or, in another way your feeble mind can understand...you're screwed!"
Good one parasite. And you've inspired me with a mental picture now of what goes on between you and the dolphins...
***
Screw
Threads spiral from zero to eternity
Wrapped so closely to perfection
Point sharp searching
Binding various plains
All with the will of a creator
Reaching into the masses and selecting one
to fit
the need.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
If the following headline was written a few years ago: Gwyneth Paltrow's Goop is selling a vagina-scented candle, and it's already sold out It would probably not even be allowed to be in print yet alone, read.
But, todays glazed minds devour such fodder as much as a vagina-scented candle is actually purchased by consumers.
What fun! What's next, elephant ass mints? Maybe Chico's earwax supreme? Obama's armpit essence?
All inspirational of course, and...
"Hey. Ooh, Ooh! Let me write something. Pretty please. Can I, huh? Puleese..."
By all means parasite. This topic is definitely one perfect for your sick mind.
***
Declaration of war printed in the blood of countries
now replaced with
artificial zits to pop, cheese in a can, and vagina-scented pillow covers
how nice indeed!
Gone is the worry of debt and deficit
of common sense
and replaced with such creatures as,
me
Dress your pets up in a dress
Shave your balls and cover them with raspberry jam
Attach a dick while pregnant and then run for president
of the local P.T.A.
Write cartoons showing abortion and how to wear a condom for children aged three
or less
Support a terrorist by plantimg a tree in their name
Take advice from teenagers ranting about racism while they dance around naked throwing tear gas canisters from an overpass at truckers hauling spandex underwear for old ladies
I am the parasite, a product of humanity
and no matter how foul or ugly
no matter how profane or disgusting
dolphins still like
me!
*
"How was that dickhead? Like it?"
Um, no. It is as awful as your breath.
"My breath? What's wrong with my breath?"
Smells like vagina
"Really? Nice. I ordered one of Paltrow's candles and ate it. Tasted like toe fungus on Kim Jung's feet. Man, I'll have to order some more."
Sigh...
But, todays glazed minds devour such fodder as much as a vagina-scented candle is actually purchased by consumers.
What fun! What's next, elephant ass mints? Maybe Chico's earwax supreme? Obama's armpit essence?
All inspirational of course, and...
"Hey. Ooh, Ooh! Let me write something. Pretty please. Can I, huh? Puleese..."
By all means parasite. This topic is definitely one perfect for your sick mind.
***
Declaration of war printed in the blood of countries
now replaced with
artificial zits to pop, cheese in a can, and vagina-scented pillow covers
how nice indeed!
Gone is the worry of debt and deficit
of common sense
and replaced with such creatures as,
me
Dress your pets up in a dress
Shave your balls and cover them with raspberry jam
Attach a dick while pregnant and then run for president
of the local P.T.A.
Write cartoons showing abortion and how to wear a condom for children aged three
or less
Support a terrorist by plantimg a tree in their name
Take advice from teenagers ranting about racism while they dance around naked throwing tear gas canisters from an overpass at truckers hauling spandex underwear for old ladies
I am the parasite, a product of humanity
and no matter how foul or ugly
no matter how profane or disgusting
dolphins still like
me!
*
"How was that dickhead? Like it?"
Um, no. It is as awful as your breath.
"My breath? What's wrong with my breath?"
Smells like vagina
"Really? Nice. I ordered one of Paltrow's candles and ate it. Tasted like toe fungus on Kim Jung's feet. Man, I'll have to order some more."
Sigh...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
from sleep with aid of worded 'the'...
simple really, the word 'the'
for with such needed vibrations
it is
easy to listen to, and read]
English spoken and read
So many words read and spoken
Words of import, nuances; stories after story
held together much as black includes all while white rejects nothing, held together
by the threads'
of so many tiny
simple
means
simple really, the word 'the'
for with such needed vibrations
it is
easy to listen to, and read]
English spoken and read
So many words read and spoken
Words of import, nuances; stories after story
held together much as black includes all while white rejects nothing, held together
by the threads'
of so many tiny
simple
means
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Bared Blackness of Beauty
Black lace stripped from a bulls hide
Strung through silver eyelets
So tight the reveal of bodice filled firm
Raising levels of heat
If clothing is nothing more than a shield from the depth of eye
than the statement left all out for reveal
Her smile... beguiling beneath those dark sunglasses hiding the simmering light
Legs too; slender and reminder that there was little to waste in the race against time
In background of where her victims once laid, comes the music so soothing
In her hands, the hardness of trade
In the bed there bounces passionate dreams
for this the realm of the Queen
Kingdoms and castles leveled by those seeking to subjugate and control
Armies wasted
A populace never knowing but aware
Something.
Something in their midst and minds
Even the old man sitting in the park remembering the day
Felt in the wind the moans and laughing, left with a subtle kiss as if only
yesterday...
Black lace stripped from a bulls hide
Strung through silver eyelets
So tight the reveal of bodice filled firm
Raising levels of heat
If clothing is nothing more than a shield from the depth of eye
than the statement left all out for reveal
Her smile... beguiling beneath those dark sunglasses hiding the simmering light
Legs too; slender and reminder that there was little to waste in the race against time
In background of where her victims once laid, comes the music so soothing
In her hands, the hardness of trade
In the bed there bounces passionate dreams
for this the realm of the Queen
Kingdoms and castles leveled by those seeking to subjugate and control
Armies wasted
A populace never knowing but aware
Something.
Something in their midst and minds
Even the old man sitting in the park remembering the day
Felt in the wind the moans and laughing, left with a subtle kiss as if only
yesterday...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What to write about... 'Free the nipples' (a case the U.S. Supreme Court refuses to hear) 'Iran' (Yuck) Trump impeachment (double yuck) UFO tapes the U.S. Navy has stamped, Top Secret (boring)
Keep thinking about the nipples and as much as I strongly believe in the freedom to write about anything in any style, so too my strong belief that if women and men want to bare their chests in public, then by all means go for it!
***
Alien Nipples Impeached While Trump Tell Children Stories In Iran
Written by: One fuck up individual
They hovered as you know they do
Those little green men wearing cute little purple beards
Cruised in from outer space looking for women with nice tits
As they themselves were well endowed with gigantic breasts and dicks.
The children in Iran were mad at their governments for shooting down a jet
Crying about and angry at old men who lie and curse
But then... Lo and behold, they found hope as President Trump got online and spoke.
"Good evening little boys and girls. How do you do. Just a little story to state that we the people, we support you. So tell your parents you're mad and confused. Listening to lies from some religious old guys. Practice duck-and-cover in case those old pricks ever get 'the bomb' but if you're really, really fast you Persian youth can get your country back... Just stay away from porn and sex and definitely keep those nipples covered...unless... you grow up and are really cute."
***
"Robin?"
Yes parasite.
"I. I. I have tears in my eyes. Damn, that was the best bit of writing I've ever seen you puke out. Maybe there is hope for you yet."
Nope. No hope. I'm completely nutso crazy and it will only get worse. But in the meantime, I can write as I wish while still thinking about tits.
"Oh shit. Can I take a selfie with you?"
No. But you can take out the garbage. And also, it's your turn to clean the toilet bowl. And make sure you use the brush located on the side and NOT my toothbrush again.
"For you man, whatever you want. You are now my inspiration."
Naw, probably just gas.
)burp(
Keep thinking about the nipples and as much as I strongly believe in the freedom to write about anything in any style, so too my strong belief that if women and men want to bare their chests in public, then by all means go for it!
***
Alien Nipples Impeached While Trump Tell Children Stories In Iran
Written by: One fuck up individual
They hovered as you know they do
Those little green men wearing cute little purple beards
Cruised in from outer space looking for women with nice tits
As they themselves were well endowed with gigantic breasts and dicks.
The children in Iran were mad at their governments for shooting down a jet
Crying about and angry at old men who lie and curse
But then... Lo and behold, they found hope as President Trump got online and spoke.
"Good evening little boys and girls. How do you do. Just a little story to state that we the people, we support you. So tell your parents you're mad and confused. Listening to lies from some religious old guys. Practice duck-and-cover in case those old pricks ever get 'the bomb' but if you're really, really fast you Persian youth can get your country back... Just stay away from porn and sex and definitely keep those nipples covered...unless... you grow up and are really cute."
***
"Robin?"
Yes parasite.
"I. I. I have tears in my eyes. Damn, that was the best bit of writing I've ever seen you puke out. Maybe there is hope for you yet."
Nope. No hope. I'm completely nutso crazy and it will only get worse. But in the meantime, I can write as I wish while still thinking about tits.
"Oh shit. Can I take a selfie with you?"
No. But you can take out the garbage. And also, it's your turn to clean the toilet bowl. And make sure you use the brush located on the side and NOT my toothbrush again.
"For you man, whatever you want. You are now my inspiration."
Naw, probably just gas.
)burp(
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
It's good to dwell in the gutters of humanity. Altruism. Honor. Integrity. Morality...mostly shrine words with few exceptions.
Today it would be easy to write about the local woman who found an arm with a hand attached while walking along the river. It would be easy to talk about the joke a chukar showed me today. It would be easy to talk about a young man who jumped out of his truck and watched it fall 1200 feet down a ravine smashing into a tree. It is ALL easy to write about. But, it is good to dwell in the gutters as that is where humanity truly thrives and shines.
An example of such writing is the following headline story today: Gun-toting woman with concealed carry permit confronts man allegedly masturbating in women's restroom
'I was very happy I had something to protect myself'
Photo by Tom Kelley/Getty Images
*
Allegedly the Power of the Penis
By: A big dick
Women know as girls wonder why
Why does daddy have a ding-a-ling?
A joking mothers reply, "If you're good you'll get one one day. If you're really good, you'll get many"
A man names his appendage... Johnson, Henry, Willy, Philbert...
A man knows his can pee standing up, sitting down, awake, asleep, and he know that just a little bit of rubbing brings an erection followed by release.
Women with their vagina's
Men with their penis
Together it makes humanity
Rape and hate
Love and sex
Porn
Wet dreams
Lust
Wanting...
Masturbation...
Everyone knows of this just as everyone knows of social understanding, religious doctrine, and some even say to engage in self pleasure leads to mental illness and blindness...
Females are beautiful
Males are beautiful
and thus we are left with those full of boredom
I could care less for what makes a man get an erection
or
a women deciding on how to release...
as it is a wonderful ability to stand on clear, pristine snow...
Unzip
Aim
And write my name in the snow with my penis.
Today it would be easy to write about the local woman who found an arm with a hand attached while walking along the river. It would be easy to talk about the joke a chukar showed me today. It would be easy to talk about a young man who jumped out of his truck and watched it fall 1200 feet down a ravine smashing into a tree. It is ALL easy to write about. But, it is good to dwell in the gutters as that is where humanity truly thrives and shines.
An example of such writing is the following headline story today: Gun-toting woman with concealed carry permit confronts man allegedly masturbating in women's restroom
'I was very happy I had something to protect myself'
Photo by Tom Kelley/Getty Images
*
Allegedly the Power of the Penis
By: A big dick
Women know as girls wonder why
Why does daddy have a ding-a-ling?
A joking mothers reply, "If you're good you'll get one one day. If you're really good, you'll get many"
A man names his appendage... Johnson, Henry, Willy, Philbert...
A man knows his can pee standing up, sitting down, awake, asleep, and he know that just a little bit of rubbing brings an erection followed by release.
Women with their vagina's
Men with their penis
Together it makes humanity
Rape and hate
Love and sex
Porn
Wet dreams
Lust
Wanting...
Masturbation...
Everyone knows of this just as everyone knows of social understanding, religious doctrine, and some even say to engage in self pleasure leads to mental illness and blindness...
Females are beautiful
Males are beautiful
and thus we are left with those full of boredom
I could care less for what makes a man get an erection
or
a women deciding on how to release...
as it is a wonderful ability to stand on clear, pristine snow...
Unzip
Aim
And write my name in the snow with my penis.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
today two inspirations. the first was almost rolling down a hill in an excavator. the second, the talk with the Winds.
Since both are very, very, verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry inspirational, two separate yet two related.
***
1. 1/15/2020
Dancing With An Excavator
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...........................X
fear is so abstract and if not real then what does exist?
...........................X
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.......
....
...
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.
0
decision; abilities to make the right choices with never the regret of looking to relive the past
```~~~```~~~```\and with the music still loud and pure in my head knowing full well the correct avoidance of red faced ignorance and fully embrace the soil thrusting upward while dancing with the rocks and steel.
#
#
#
it is indeed
good
to feel so much Life
as above the Sun
Smiles.
***
2. Brushed the Line
tuning into the flow of thought, so much thought so little a world
as the old brittle pages turn, so too the pictures,
pictures as old as old beliefs of those frozen
pictures
how strange when slipping between the vibrations
above - such clarity no matter the distance
level - rules falling as the Law intercedes
making such a smile upon the face when confirming
realizing those so many various illusions
feeling more at Home with the Southern Wind
while knowing my heart
kneeling only to
God.
3. three, such a wonderful number for so many reasons at why.
Since both are very, very, verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry inspirational, two separate yet two related.
***
1. 1/15/2020
Dancing With An Excavator
.
..
....
.......
............
..................
.........................
...........................X
fear is so abstract and if not real then what does exist?
...........................X
.........................
...................
...........
.......
....
...
..
.
0
decision; abilities to make the right choices with never the regret of looking to relive the past
```~~~```~~~```\and with the music still loud and pure in my head knowing full well the correct avoidance of red faced ignorance and fully embrace the soil thrusting upward while dancing with the rocks and steel.
#
#
#
it is indeed
good
to feel so much Life
as above the Sun
Smiles.
***
2. Brushed the Line
tuning into the flow of thought, so much thought so little a world
as the old brittle pages turn, so too the pictures,
pictures as old as old beliefs of those frozen
pictures
how strange when slipping between the vibrations
above - such clarity no matter the distance
level - rules falling as the Law intercedes
making such a smile upon the face when confirming
realizing those so many various illusions
feeling more at Home with the Southern Wind
while knowing my heart
kneeling only to
God.
3. three, such a wonderful number for so many reasons at why.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
they are called clouds by those who say the word and then go on about their business
forgetting why they even cared as if the snow or rain or imagination really mattered.
a child lays on the grass looking up from down or down from up
and dreams
dreams so large and pleasant
why do children know more about clouds than their parents?
for that matter
why do they truly embrace what adults choose by decision to forget?
foolish questions, one not even the smartest child would ask as they already know the answers and they need not ask about what is going to happen
when they increase inside
it is
good
the clouds float serenely inside
sometimes taking storm, sometimes only a tiny, brief filament
but always a friend nearby
and when mixed with the dream, always the dream...
it is
almost impossible to describe.
forgetting why they even cared as if the snow or rain or imagination really mattered.
a child lays on the grass looking up from down or down from up
and dreams
dreams so large and pleasant
why do children know more about clouds than their parents?
for that matter
why do they truly embrace what adults choose by decision to forget?
foolish questions, one not even the smartest child would ask as they already know the answers and they need not ask about what is going to happen
when they increase inside
it is
good
the clouds float serenely inside
sometimes taking storm, sometimes only a tiny, brief filament
but always a friend nearby
and when mixed with the dream, always the dream...
it is
almost impossible to describe.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
With just a thought it is
easy
easy to become a part of something else
a rock
a tree
a bird
a planet
so very
very
easy
.
however, with such ease it is even more easy
to get lost when becoming a part of
infinity.
easy
easy to become a part of something else
a rock
a tree
a bird
a planet
so very
very
easy
.
however, with such ease it is even more easy
to get lost when becoming a part of
infinity.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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with a dream to fall back asleep in the lee of the Wind as it drives full gale.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
blood color
touched by the tint of amber yellow
spiraling overhead
viewed insignificant from great distance
seeming to fill vast sky
random yet so much pattern as they danced and rose
each a star
each a wonder
aloft in wing and song
dancing too, listening and seeing
sparks from the Fire
drawn back to ground as logs burnt to embers
reflecting
smiling
remembering there is more than just dust in the heavens
coming home to rub the dogs belly and eat a good meal.
touched by the tint of amber yellow
spiraling overhead
viewed insignificant from great distance
seeming to fill vast sky
random yet so much pattern as they danced and rose
each a star
each a wonder
aloft in wing and song
dancing too, listening and seeing
sparks from the Fire
drawn back to ground as logs burnt to embers
reflecting
smiling
remembering there is more than just dust in the heavens
coming home to rub the dogs belly and eat a good meal.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Science has many answers to questions. Answers understood and believed in.
Throughout history science, logic, learning, school. Well intentioned thoughts leading the bleating flock though the years.
Chemistry. Physics. Mathematics. So much understood leaving most a mystery. Take medical knowledge. For all the computers, all the thousands of years of 'practice', if one wanted perspective of medicine for all its understanding, it could be compared to looking through a pin hole.
Take the suns blinking overhead to include one keep Earth warm. Fusion? Fission? Magic? Illusions?
What does your science tell you? What is the modern consensus on just the simple act of what a star is?
Try this experiment: Cool gold down to minus 3000 celsius (impossible? Ha!) place the gold in a microwave for two minutes and watch what happens... Just a taste of what is which is, inspirational... Travel. Speed of light. Faster than the speed of light. Time travel. A sun.
***
Heart of the Matter
Centered as all spheres claim such
Nucleus
Core
Sprinkled with such uniform conformity
Different in size and color
yet so much
warmth and energy
explodes
Everything has a heart
Everything to include monsters
even the Suns have a part
Inside each and every beacon of light floating so far away in the dark
has a very tiny and small piece in the very middle
a piece so small
so cold
so dark...
A particle?
Smaller than that
A part of creation so cold so old
the pulse of Cold and Heat
Chosen to be trapped inside and with reaction with matter
such a small piece so small it would seem not to matter
This the result of matter of the heart
Ice the heat needed
to tame the rays
to be
a
star.
Throughout history science, logic, learning, school. Well intentioned thoughts leading the bleating flock though the years.
Chemistry. Physics. Mathematics. So much understood leaving most a mystery. Take medical knowledge. For all the computers, all the thousands of years of 'practice', if one wanted perspective of medicine for all its understanding, it could be compared to looking through a pin hole.
Take the suns blinking overhead to include one keep Earth warm. Fusion? Fission? Magic? Illusions?
What does your science tell you? What is the modern consensus on just the simple act of what a star is?
Try this experiment: Cool gold down to minus 3000 celsius (impossible? Ha!) place the gold in a microwave for two minutes and watch what happens... Just a taste of what is which is, inspirational... Travel. Speed of light. Faster than the speed of light. Time travel. A sun.
***
Heart of the Matter
Centered as all spheres claim such
Nucleus
Core
Sprinkled with such uniform conformity
Different in size and color
yet so much
warmth and energy
explodes
Everything has a heart
Everything to include monsters
even the Suns have a part
Inside each and every beacon of light floating so far away in the dark
has a very tiny and small piece in the very middle
a piece so small
so cold
so dark...
A particle?
Smaller than that
A part of creation so cold so old
the pulse of Cold and Heat
Chosen to be trapped inside and with reaction with matter
such a small piece so small it would seem not to matter
This the result of matter of the heart
Ice the heat needed
to tame the rays
to be
a
star.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Twitter
Facebook
Social media...
all such to equal social intercourse
of course it's the design of self
righteous
righteous indignation
climate change
political malfeasance
religious implantation
hear me!
ME!
ME and ME
WE have voice!
(silence)
watching the 'show'
amusement as staying hidden
smiling at the display
knowing full well the course
ignorance defines
a primitive
species
at least
at the moment
that is what the world view of self
speaks as a petulant humanity grasps its needs.
Social media...
all such to equal social intercourse
of course it's the design of self
righteous
righteous indignation
climate change
political malfeasance
religious implantation
hear me!
ME!
ME and ME
WE have voice!
(silence)
watching the 'show'
amusement as staying hidden
smiling at the display
knowing full well the course
ignorance defines
a primitive
species
at least
at the moment
that is what the world view of self
speaks as a petulant humanity grasps its needs.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
inspiration is constructed by various bricks of what is. it can be from the current moment, the past, the present, and the future.
today, an ill wind speaks. it is rare but when it speaks i listen. to C and D and daughter, take care as you are in the block today.
***
Oh how easy to ignore and decline
So easy when the belly is sated
Words flow from smile
and comforts abound
So then, how can misery find such company
how is not a question as there is more to such a mechanism
maybe then, to explain?
Vibrations have taken to participate with falling drops of rain
as a reminder of tears and sorrow
and with it, for now a moment of why followed
as it always is]
a much, much better moment
to come even if those who lament think there will only be
hunger
sad words
and discomfort.
today, an ill wind speaks. it is rare but when it speaks i listen. to C and D and daughter, take care as you are in the block today.
***
Oh how easy to ignore and decline
So easy when the belly is sated
Words flow from smile
and comforts abound
So then, how can misery find such company
how is not a question as there is more to such a mechanism
maybe then, to explain?
Vibrations have taken to participate with falling drops of rain
as a reminder of tears and sorrow
and with it, for now a moment of why followed
as it always is]
a much, much better moment
to come even if those who lament think there will only be
hunger
sad words
and discomfort.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
In the howl of the pack there is no blame
Ravenous fangs ripping and tearing
Seizing given opportunity
Tongues red with passions
Flowing strength
Releasing fear from frozen prey caught in play...
Bloodletting as the moon hides
A forest of humanity so loud the silence is lost in meadows of solitude
With so much credit stored for
strength...
No, there is no blame for which is obvious and fresh
quenching thirst and sating hunger;
maggots to always claim right to victory
Ravenous fangs ripping and tearing
Seizing given opportunity
Tongues red with passions
Flowing strength
Releasing fear from frozen prey caught in play...
Bloodletting as the moon hides
A forest of humanity so loud the silence is lost in meadows of solitude
With so much credit stored for
strength...
No, there is no blame for which is obvious and fresh
quenching thirst and sating hunger;
maggots to always claim right to victory