Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

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fortitude forged from feeling
first felt for
from fresh
foolish...
forgetting
nothing.

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giddy at the wonder of
it felt wonderful
leaving me to wonder
why so many years flew by
leaving the breath to hover
and the feeling of beautiful

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with such then, it matters not if the families battle
politicians banter boarding on squawk '
and a window barred shut

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inside, a feeling clear as if it was only today
not yesterday
or
tomorrow.

[Lipinski]

cognitive

aware

conscious

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watched from the eyes of a cat

inside the pane of glass

another reflection

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noitcelfer rehtona

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remember what color the birds were the day you were born 12,000 years ago
red
timpled starlets of black feathered flight
alighting upon the branch near the center
a pool bright brimming with fresh water to wash the after

.......................................................................then it came

again
again
as if forever was nothing more than a dream, a memory of potential and sight

*

this the reason such gems reside in filth while rags fit the splendid richness of a king
this is why behind the view of evil purity can still reside
and any attempt to destroy love is only the real action of futility coming close to the concept
of thought.

[Lipinski]

Such a strange world. Normal in size and position. Heavy with carbon and water. Temperate. Filled with a vast array of species.

As usual, news always fills a writer with inspiration along with other emotions ranging from humor to disgust.

A woman licking a toilet seat on an airplane in a virus challenge. Politicians deciding to decide something pertaining to a crisis. "Fuck the national day of prayer," an angry woman of power was heard to say.

Games. Games are very inspiring. Games being played on many levels of many dimensions. Some are meant to mislead while leading to truth. Some are truthful meant to lead to destruction.

Today was a good day to ignore this world and all the games it embraces. It was a good day to free the mind from the concerns of humans. As such, there in the very veins of a Creature greatly admired and aloof from anything it does not want to concern itself with, is a world wonderful.
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Mouths move, filling the air with meaningless vibrations
Adulate, articulating accolades of nothing held, tasted, or felt
Power

Power, a word described by nothing even close to his talons, his eyes, tail, mind...

One brief touch and it destroys completely, entire planets

One glance and it brings the viewer instantly to knee

Thankfully though, there is a Hand of Control.
And in that Hand resides the true power
The Power of Love,
and when it comes to be needed,
release of the...

[Lipinski]

One, or the other

Written by: A fly on the wall

Which one is the reason for the 'strange' virus?

1. Imagine a society where the powers in charge dictate lower birthrates. Societies with names such as Japan, China, Russia, U.S., all those 'civilized' countries around the world.

Science wins out showing that soon such societies grow top heavy with the younger generations supporting a 'worthless' elder society.

Economics show the burden elderly people and people with health conditions cause in time and cost.

Biology is now very easy to tweak and manipulate.

So, a good altered virus is one designed to kill the weak of the herd. A virus able to pick upon DNA condition. A virus targeting all but homing in for the kill on those deserving.

What would governments of all those countries benefit from such a situation? Power. Control. A population more dependent upon its benevolence. And a coming baby 'boom' to replace the broken, old, and weak, with a new fresh herd of sheep...

OR

2. A vampire bat stowed away on a ship sailing from Africa to China where it snuck up on a sleeping poodle owned by the Russian Ambassador to China... And proceeded to butt fuck the unsuspecting, (but appearing a bit appreciative) male poodle named 'Snuggles'.

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"My money is on #2. I've seen those crazed butt fucking vampire bats from Arizona."

Nope. Wrong answer there parasite. Arizona does not have vampire bats. I said, A-f-r-i-c-a.

"Oh. Then fuck it. I'm gonna look for some poodles. Doesn't Brian own the one that dances and wears a tu-tu?"


(sigh) Yep. Uh huh. You betcha. Correctamundo. Good hunting parasite.

[Lipinski]

"Whee! Fear is fun!"

What's up parasite, run out of used motor oil to guzzle?

"Nope, got plenty, though you might want to stock up on another 500 pounds of dried beans and more toilet paper. Definitely get at least 800 more rolls..."

Why?

"Because everyone is gonna die! The virus! The virus! If anyone see's someone with a runny nose, coughs, or just looks like they deserve to die... Shoot them in the head!"

Parasite, you're starting to sound like a lot of people in the world now. It's disgusting, but of course, you too are disgusting.

"Absolutely. Whee! Never knew tasting the fear of humanity could be so enjoyable."

Well, watch and learn parasite. Watch and learn... Humanity has not seen anything truly horrible yet, just a lot of practice runs at the great game of, boom-boom.

(and of course, such shit is inspirational)
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Chicom

Written by: History in lessons

Japanese traveled and battled
So too, all countries
As such, even the Chinese

Biological warfare is so much easier than bullets or bombs
but they do come
with a price

WWI was fun for flu and gas
WWII was a balance of biology verses matters mass
WWIII is going to be fun filled with bombs, bugs, aliens, and gas

First, they watched and then they arrived
Such the savior of such an ignorant world
"They are here! Wonderful! Smart! Vastly compassionate and intelligent!"
And yet with such gifts come such lies

World peace...
Ah, yes indeed, a 'gift', or so it seemed(s)
(vibrations encountering disruptions)
and then
as with all lies
comes the
full price...

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three times
From below
From above
and from the folly of man
only
all in its good time

It will surprise even those awake
It is
not strange,
though what will happen to China among others
is most interesting
yet clear as
ice.

[Lipinski]

It is not strange that a writer can become jaded or discouraged by the world. Some writers make a name for themselves writing western novels yet feel bored or burned out writing story after story of cowboys and horses when really they may want to write about food tastes in the Amazon rain forest.

Recently a virus has been making print. Not strange as it is just another way for sickness and death to be brought to mind.

It is interesting to see how some people, especially young people, feel 'immune' and thus act selfish in thoughts and actions. This action is also obvious with people of all ages/genders in many other situations. Situations such as financial well being, religion, politics. Any and all there are those who choose to be selfish or who sacrifice a whole or part of themselves.

Currently health workers are on the front lines fighting for the well being of other people while on the beaches of Florida recently a lot of young people only thought of themselves and partying.

Predictable as always but also inspiring for a bit of writing.
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Sacrifice

Having it all it is said
Money
Looks
Strength
and yet thrown all away in the pursuit of sex and drugs

Having it all it is said
Compassion
Knowledge
Kindness
and yet given away without thought of reward to those who may or may not
appreciate it

Having it all it is said
those days of feeling weak or strong
aging as the days brighten and fade
and realizing how blessed it is to be able to sacrifice whatever it is
we choose
to be selfish or sharing
loving or full of hate
this is what it is really
to define a human being.

[Lipinski]

Gold and Copper

Dragon hoard with a glimmer of eternal
Piled in random
with only...

treasure
treasure so much hope consumed
in possession ...

it shines with a heavy burden
caressed by royal hands
to show the world their rich glow

crested color as blood dried upon moving shield
So this, this the element of battle?

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He stood guard in such a grand cave
Hissing tongue of molten flame
Laughing how there are those who would die for his excrement
Those in pursuit of gold...

Fogs of () from his nostrils
and with open eye
urinated upon patina of green;
buried in a mountain of copper.

[Lipinski]

How many writers write stuff while pedaling madly on an exercise bike?

Probably one or two in the whole world but if most are like me, they are gorging on chips, pizza or something called, comfort food, all while clicking away on a keyboard.

Saw an ad today about how men can get into fantastic shape, all without any machines. To this I say, fuck that. Give me pizza and a keg belly instead of looking anorexic and a six pack.

Thus the inspiration.
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State of Health

Yule Gibbons, remember the jokes of how he lived eating pine cones?
Yuck!
Julia Childs, remember the accent while she cooked with sherry?
Yum!

Two foodies, one died young and stupid
The other lived to be old, a fine life dining on good food (and of course, sherry)

Cooks are artists, poets of culinary
Seasoning with spice and care
Sprinkling and dicing
Slicing and sizzling
and the aroma?
Oh my!

Tofu salad and bean sprouts?
Only if topping a rare sirloin and a baked potato smothered in sour cream

Rice cakes and colloidal silver?
(silence followed by an outburst)
Fuck me!

Diet soda, sodium in chips, Twinkies, licorice, spam, and really really stinky cheese...
Now we're talking
along with meat, chocolate, dairy products, (of course, including every variety of ice cream)

So you young bucks sporting a six pack, you go right ahead and do as you please
and when you're dead and dying in yours forties,
I'll be one hundred and ninety two, eating smoked oysters on a graham cracker OR dead with a huuuuuge fucking smile on my face, from a heart attack while eating bagels smothered in lax, onions, imitation bacon bits AND a diet Dr. Pepper followed by chocolate cake...
next week.

[Lipinski]

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[Lipinski]

Did you get what I asked parasite?

(hemming and hahing the parasite finally replied) "Uhm... well... maybe..."

What do you mean, maybe... I sent you out to buy 2000 pounds of gold to prepare for the end-of-the-world...so, what do you mean by saying, maybe?

"Okay. I'll tell you what I mean numbnuts. I tried to buy the gold but all the stores were closed because of the virus. And let me tell you what, I went to every gold store on the West coast and they were closed. BUT, good news! The weed stores were deemed important enough to be open..."

Weed? You bought weed?

"Let me finish moron." I did not buy weed but what I did learn from one of the resident potheads is that there was a store located waaaaaay out in the country that still had toilet paper. LOTS of toilet paper. So, I found the store and traded the gold I was going to use to buy the gold for a complete semi truck full of Charmin extra soft butt wipe!"

(silence)

(sigh)

"Well? Did I do good or what?"

I hate to admit it parasite, but you actually did a good thing. Gold is shit compared to toilet paper. We're gonna be rich! We can wipe our asses for eternity. Good job parasite. We should get busy unloading the truck.

"What do you mean by, 'we'. It's mine I tell ya. All MINE! MINE. MY PRECIOUSsssss..."

(slap)

"Thanks. I needed that."

Okay, so now lets go store and hide our treasure.

"Sure. What should I do with the extra gold?"

Maybe you can use it to seduce a dolphin...

[Lipinski]

The branches were neither pine or fir. They looked like either yet were not of this soil.

Detaching as if nested, they soared softly upward where they were met by the elders taking form of Eagles.

Not many but enough to discuss and then depart. The branches continued their journey upward to disappear. In the wake of the Eagles now vanished, along with the branches, a very large feather of pristine condition and vibrating, softly settled towards the ground.

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rocks in tune to the music and were stimulated by the touch of wind on the tips of mountains touched. Deeply as if carried by blood, to the heart of lava and condition. Dancing and without any care other than to obey the song.

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Oden is his last name and reminded of those aerial battles taking place of what is now called, India. Such destruction those thousands of years ago leaving the victors to stand guard. Does he know? Or as so many, just another guess.

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Voices are more real than those who write of end times or worldly failure.
Time is meaningless as it does not exist for what does not follow that particular tune.
In between though, the sweet smell of blossoms and the coming babble of crickets while trout raise to the taste of flies.

[Lipinski]

Fuck fear and fuck rules.

The saying, 'rules are made to be broken' ring true for me.

I spent a lot of my time on this shithole planet obeying mans law but now they only provide humor.

"Oh oh, numbnuts shorts too tight tonight?"

Yep. For sure. Watching incompetence called, government, deal with what they are clueless about pisses me off and it makes me remember how i choose to write what i want, when i want, and fuck the rules.

Years ago I submitted story after story to publishing companies. A complete waste of time.

The replies were such as, "We don't want profanity," or, "We don't understand what you're writing," or one of my favorites, "You should not use the word, that." That? That is fucking retarded, that is what that is, so that publisher/editor can take that and flush it down the shitter. That's what I think...

Now, if anyone actually reads this shit, the reason I'm on a rant tonight is regarding abuse of power by idiots and fear. Currently the Chinese bat eating virus that originated in that commie shithole called China, is spreading all over this tiny world. People are so scared they are buying toilet paper and some are even taking milk baths (Madonna) and singing some horrid song about fried fish.

I and i and me have absolutely zero fear. None. Not in my mind or soul. Now my fucked up body, that is another matter. Everyone's body has built in defense mechanisms that are hard to over ride, so it is what it is.

When a government entity starts to tell me what to eat, what to wear, what to fuck, what to think, and most important, how to run my business in a way detrimental to what I want... then a hearty fuck you goes out to them or anyone trying such shit.

Virus? Bring it on. Either cure it or get it and get it over with by getting sick, getting well, getting maimed, or die a horrible death.

If I want to drink toxic waste, I will. If I want to engage sexually with a sea cucumber, I will. I will NOT adhere to any law unless I want too. And only God has any power over me, and thank God for that... You should see what I can do when unleashed.

So, another long winded bit of horseshit I love to call writing. As such, truly inspirational. If you're one of the 'normal' writers, stay away from profanity and using the word, that. Also, keep hoping your book will be published without selling a part of your soul.

And if you're afraid of the virus or anything at all... a reminder for you: You will die, your loved ones will die, your enemies will die. You will all die because most, almost 100% of you suffer from an illness called, fear. Fear causes death. Fear IS death. As such, i will live forever.
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Forever

To love and cherish in good times and bad
until the good times cease and everything is bad

Annual with such being every year, only
what about the year before it started?

Best friends forever until actions of enemy become apparent

Racist
Bigot
Religion
Atheist
Colors
Creed
Constitution
Good
Evil
All things humans think is subject to nothing more than ashes

Nature changes always
Emotions change always
Nothing remains the same
Nothing can
Maybe hope one day will stand a chance
until then though
nothing will
except the eternal coldness of ice
residing inside my
heart.

[Lester Curtis]

"That"--I had to laugh my ass off. Hopefully the jerk who told you that is begging on a street corner somewhere and getting shat on by pigeons every day. Really, though, the publishing industry--as it's run by the big names, at least--is no more rational than the government.

Anyone can self-publish now, though that's kind of a good news-bad news thing.

[Lipinski]

Self publishing brings back some memories. Thanks to the electronic era of computers, printers, spell check and all the rest, it makes writing and self publishing easier. However, just as with everything readily available, it does not mean there will be an audience for it.

Back when domain names were all the rage and websites were considered,' the next best thing',I remember business folks coming into our retail store and saying, "If you get a website your business will explode!"

I like logic so I would ask these individuals if they had a name and telephone number in a telephone book. They would look at me funny and usually say, "Yes."

I then would say, so do I and it is meaningless unless someone spends the time to look you up.

Now, Google any topic, any business. Take for example, Fantasy fiction ants. Just that one topic has 3,020,000 results. The first ones listed are those sponsored and paid for by publishers or algorithms designed to present the most often searched.

So if I wrote, Ants Fly to the Moon, it would not show up unless someone typed those words exactly or I paid Google or some other company to sponsor my work.

Again, more horseshit. However, the biggest failure in the writing industry in my not-so-humble opinion, is that there are less and less people who read but more and more people who write.

Writing is a pleasure for me. Always has, always will be. And it has taken years to finally realize that it is best to write for the pure joy of it and set aside any dreams of financial gain or actually anything other than the happiness writing can bring to a writer. As for the reader who choose to read what I write? I could not care less and never will again. As a result, i have found true freedom that cannot be attained in any other way.

Thanks again for the inspiration. Remember to stay at least six miles from any infected people. Buy toilet paper. Trust the government. Save the planet. And be careful on naming your pet any name other than one society deems not to be offensive.
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A Pigeon Named Shit

Shit was a fowl little fella, hatched from a rotten egg
Fed upon the kernels of popcorn from the shitty ladies old hand

In the park he flew, looking for companionship
Finding sustenance in lost potato chips, moldy bread, and dog shit

Shit lived a shitty life, in a city lost to itself
Buildings built high where such as he could sit

One day, far below a publisher proud was walking his pride a joy
Fifi, a pristine poodle with a tiny little prick

Shit the pigeon could care less as he let loose his bowels
Casting free another load upon the world like the words of wisdom from a politicians lips...

Sailing in a beautiful spray, it splattered upon the heads of capitalistic literature power
and his pride and joy Fifi, now a shitty little shit.

***

"DAmn Robin, you make me proud! Finally you are coming to realize my way of thinking."

Whatever parasite. Whatever. Just stay over on that side of the room so I don't get the virus.

"Hug?"

Go fuck yourself.

"Okay."

[Lipinski]

"Did it work?"

Yes parasite, it has.

"Good. Does that mean we can get on with it now?"

Yes.

"Man, you don't realize how good that feels now."

Oh, yes indeed parasite. Very much indeed.
***

With the layers filling a void, all viewed with a form of understanding, they are seen by those for what they are.

One set of eyes see light covered in darkness while another see darkness consumed by light

There are those of mystic persuasion who feel and be with traditions and rite

There are those embracing a layer of pagan

There are those of science and fact

There are those who dabble in magic

Religions too and fantasy and, and, and...

layers filling a void

gods and God

a world within a world of worlds and more...

never ending it seems until either for the viewer it ends
or brings change.

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dance merry maidens, with flowers twined upon soft hair
circle the pole children, wearing the smile of youth
prove your strength young men, as you find your own world
and for those of age and wisdom, take refuge in the warmth of fires as your eyes sparkle

for what you sought and seek
with a heart of whatever your belief
is touched by edges of what can never be held or owned
as the layers briefly merge
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now to travel deeper
and
deeper
forever in pursuit
guided by
and with chaos
further
and ' further
with Wind in hand
laughing
with dark
and light.

[Lipinski]

Tarcle View

from exhaust from such a powerful wheeled vehicle
though
truth-be-told
such so from the hard path
of soft feet...

from an elevation even with, above and below
soaring with an eye for the game
as if a timid mouse harbored the bravery
of an eagle...

from a bit of here and there, kitty corner
a geometric design of married worlds
and with it comes a meow of power...

[Lipinski]

left to go right
or maybe
right to past left

smiling, indeed, inside

if it is possible then
and as always, it always is
living more and more in so many different worlds

playing the mind now forever and never will end
joined in the music the souls sing
and with this it is
good.

[Lipinski]

bacon makes it all worth it
even when sizzling hot and placed on ice cream
listening to the talking wobble head explain a virus
while computers get whacked
and CNN reveals just how much so it is, corrupt.

makes sense I suppose,
the part about bacon
as for the rest, they can all just go self-replicate
and by that I mean
they can go
fuck themselves

[Lipinski]

A 95-year-old veteran battled coronavirus and won: 'I survived the foxholes of Guam, I can get through this bulls**t’

He lived through the Great Depression, WWII, and now COVID-19

finally a reminder of what is real as to compared in contrast to the fear being consumed and spewed. inspirational.
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U.S.

We
Us
Not mattering what side of injustice we once stood and now stand...

A hurricane once brought people together
Wars bonded as if brothers
With the scales bouncing to-and-fro
and why?

Because no matter if one proclaims to be, African-America while still having a U.S. passport
or a Nez Pierce, Blackfoot, Mexican
or an owner/operator of a crack head operation
or a sinner, saint, ceo, whore...

And especially with the will of the military man/woman
No matter if illness or war
The U.S. can kick ass on any enemy and most importantly
the matter of fear
and even the enemy
of itself...

Ooh fucking rah!

Semper Fi, DO, or die.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite. Did you play any April Fools joke on anyone today?

"No. I have a life unlike you. And I filled out an application to enter the Miss America contest."

No you didn't. That's an April Fools joke.

"Really? Huh, imagine that..."
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April Fools Day

Nancy Pelosi decided today to be kind and compassionate
Obama advocates clear cut logging and new coal mines
Trump is going to come out of the closet and divorce Melania

China never had any virus
Cows can indeed jump over the moon
Batman can kick Superman's ass

Coffee beans are going extinct
Snakes can speak to spiders
I never ever smell bad to the point of stink...

"Boringggg."

Parasite is flirting with a greatly shortened life-span...

(silence)

"You're kidding right? You'd never hurt something so pure and innocent like me, would ya?"

Oh yeah. For sure. Here, could you hold this large sparkler while I light it to celebrate the rocks dancing?

"Uhm, sure? But, are you sure that's a sparkler and not a stick of dynamite you had hidden in a case under the outhouse?"

Oh no. It's a sparkler. Definitely a sparkler. Now just stand still for a minute...

[Lipinski]

Time Handler

By (blink, blink)

Numbers seem to be in order
Suppose what the it i.
Four is a good guess though maybe, maybe there is a world just seconds away

A second goes 1,2,3,4,5, until the hand reaches 60
and it all starts again.

Maybe though, it is better to picture the moments other than with the placement of numbers?
A view
A taste
A feeling
even a blink.

[Lipinski]

Needles cast from the season of Fall
Winds carrying seed
The ground accepting as always along with all that fall their way

Tiny beings of such heat and intensity
Rolling pine cones, arranging the path for mice feet
Secure and happy

Seeing one younger than a century
Reaching with mouth upward like a young bird
Catching a random snowflake, and it was so funny watching it sneeze.

[Lipinski]

there in the conversation seated by the black spider
such a lovely lass; black with spots of white,
and fast...

clinging such hardness yet traveling with ease
it spoke, "Lets sing!"
i asked her if maybe better to tell a joke...

"sing! sing~! SING!"

and so in harmony beyond the sense of man
the old songs rang true...

it was with this then, and there exists the memory of those many years ago
back when the world
was wonderful,
a place of song, Unicorns, and butterflies...

[Lipinski]

there was a tint of blue dancing among the white
curling full circle with the winds of attitude at play

above the fire came attention from the flame
sharp points in a direction as if the compass needle may explain
and yet
the warmth is what made it tame...

this rhythm of word, necessary?
no, it just makes the music in my head more real
while the feet dance and the heart heals

but it is,
the center
where such vivid now merges as it attracts with a gravity strong
into singular
into focus
and still, there reverberates the sounds of music.

[Lipinski]

tracking a whim, a sound, gravel grinding grader
up and down with blade down and up
thinking about smooth sailing

tacking a wind, a breeze, waves reaching a bow
up and down with rudder hard over
thinking about building

taking a moment, a second/minute/hour/year/eternity
up and down with emotions so close to frozen
thinking about a fire, a good book, and a storm blowing.

[Lipinski]

Power...

The lure of gratification, though, gratification of what?

Money?
Treasure?
Wealth?

A government already has the power of that...

Sex?
Ecstasy?
Orgasm?

Everyone has that as an individual so what does more make?

What of power is so powerful, so much in need like a drug addict seeking relief?

Control! Ah, yes, maybe? No? Yes?
(silence)

Power.

Power truly is having it all and casting all of the above, away.

Something very few individuals can come close to understanding and definitely no group of people, religions, governments... None. As all are blinded by the search for power over others.

And if, if by some chance some think power is the way they think; earthly, possessions, status, position, fame... it becomes very easy to see their ashes blowing away in the wind.

[Lipinski]

it is fun to feel
no matter how i felt
this feeling

and you want to know why?
(of course you do)
as it started so too shall it never stop.

[Lipinski]

Butterflies went with random directions today, and why not:/?\ when such is
it is
is
i-s
and still they try
it...

This lead to thoughts of what cannot be put into print
and so, like the wings of so many colors trying to tame the breeze
it is
is
i-s
always and no matter what, when, where, or how,
it...
will always be.

[Lipinski]

(there)

"HA! HeeHeeHee..."
(sneeze)
(snort)
(burp)

Okay parasite. I'm curious. So what are you laughing about?'

"Bwahahahah!. HeeHeeHee... "
(snicker)
(fart)

You're a strange one parasite. But it must be the sun making you a bit more weirder than normal.

"No, but you know..."

[Lipinski]

so many are driven to prepare
finding dry wood
gathering tinder
building shelter
planning celebration

so much energy as decisions are born
then carried to maturity
until comes the day

feasting
dancing
music
vibrations of life as the log rolls releasing a shower of shooting sparks

this is how life goes daily no matter the time or face

.

and when such festivities are over
the coals cold, the people gone, even the shelter of safety is no longer in place
this is the moment of silence and solitude
a realization true that this world really is nothing more than ashes and past dreams
feeling alive and alone is truly to be embraced for it never ends
no matter how the others dream
or pretend.