If you live as if in the future
you will never get past...
"Oh shit... another piece of writing that makes absolutely no sense."
Au contraire, but you have to have the intellect above that of a pine cone.
"Not gonna argue with you as you are a pine cone... but why don't you write about the bull snake that was pissed at you today."
Okay.
***
The Trap
Set for rodents
Rodents attracting hunters
Hunting for rodents
a meeting of such
made.
He decided to see what was going on when the door shut on his behind
and man
was he pissed!
It was not the trap or enslavement
nor the way he was carried
it is
simple, you see
As he was released onto the nettles and rose bush
Hissing all the way
It was how i laughed at him and hurt his pride.
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Moderator: Editors
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"I want to write something."
Okay parasite, lets see what ya got today. And, I know it will be regrettable.
(with a cough, most likely caused by the chinese virus, the parasite used one of its 'appendages' to begin writing.)
Tried fucking in space...
Couldn't decide what was top
or bottom.
(with a flourish of appendages and a slight release of flatulence, the parasite looked pleased with itself)
"So numbnuts... like it?"
If one were to squint their mind, consume some cayenne pepper and hold their breath until they passed out... I suppose one might find something interesting in what you wrote. However, dolphins cannot exist in space.
"Oh yeah? Says who? You? How little do you know."
Whatever parasite, I have to go get a bikini wax. Why don't you go play with a loaded log truck. Maybe sit on one of the tires and see if they really are round, and round, and round...
Okay parasite, lets see what ya got today. And, I know it will be regrettable.
(with a cough, most likely caused by the chinese virus, the parasite used one of its 'appendages' to begin writing.)
Tried fucking in space...
Couldn't decide what was top
or bottom.
(with a flourish of appendages and a slight release of flatulence, the parasite looked pleased with itself)
"So numbnuts... like it?"
If one were to squint their mind, consume some cayenne pepper and hold their breath until they passed out... I suppose one might find something interesting in what you wrote. However, dolphins cannot exist in space.
"Oh yeah? Says who? You? How little do you know."
Whatever parasite, I have to go get a bikini wax. Why don't you go play with a loaded log truck. Maybe sit on one of the tires and see if they really are round, and round, and round...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Man it was hot today...
"How hot was it dirtbag?"
Well parasite. It was so hot out there that you actually looked good...
(thud) the parasite blacked out for a second and then dialed on the phone...
"911. What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Uh, numbnuts has lost it. Send the padded wagon."
(click) 911 hung up on the parasite.
Inspirational day. Wrote a lot of poems in my head. Chewed on them. And then decided all too modern, too mushy, too much of heat influence. Though, peaches keep coming to mind, but Stonehenge it is. Today it was announced that people now 'know', which is fun to write about when people 'know'.
***
Knowing
Written by: A mirage
Vast plains where swirling sands now reside
Pharaoh as if flyash; smoothing pyramids glance
Columbia of bloodletting
Pooled ambitions
Black king and queen of Pelgiac'an
Transgression understoned
Rogh, rough, rogue, retained
Training the memories
Of old friends taking a stand
Singing the sweet music of shadowed moons of Palamour
were wolves once sang
Ark se si, tonec mi sou
(with hands raised surrounded by dust laden Winds)
Vibrations across a Universe waiting for the tone;
We shall dance once more, once more always as the Heart is made of stone
"How hot was it dirtbag?"
Well parasite. It was so hot out there that you actually looked good...
(thud) the parasite blacked out for a second and then dialed on the phone...
"911. What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Uh, numbnuts has lost it. Send the padded wagon."
(click) 911 hung up on the parasite.
Inspirational day. Wrote a lot of poems in my head. Chewed on them. And then decided all too modern, too mushy, too much of heat influence. Though, peaches keep coming to mind, but Stonehenge it is. Today it was announced that people now 'know', which is fun to write about when people 'know'.
***
Knowing
Written by: A mirage
Vast plains where swirling sands now reside
Pharaoh as if flyash; smoothing pyramids glance
Columbia of bloodletting
Pooled ambitions
Black king and queen of Pelgiac'an
Transgression understoned
Rogh, rough, rogue, retained
Training the memories
Of old friends taking a stand
Singing the sweet music of shadowed moons of Palamour
were wolves once sang
Ark se si, tonec mi sou
(with hands raised surrounded by dust laden Winds)
Vibrations across a Universe waiting for the tone;
We shall dance once more, once more always as the Heart is made of stone
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
the maidens dance, hair cascading in enchantment, smiles upon their faces
young men hoping to swoon with the sweet aroma beckoning
this they call
love.
around the battlegrounds prance the raven, the crow, the magpie
as if they somehow had the knowledge of understanding...
though did you see how the faces held behind eyes of fear?
Time enough, as shields for so long rusting conversation as if never again to see use
even the sword for so long idle; testament of historical placement
now
and forever upon forever,
the edge as sharp as mind.
young men hoping to swoon with the sweet aroma beckoning
this they call
love.
around the battlegrounds prance the raven, the crow, the magpie
as if they somehow had the knowledge of understanding...
though did you see how the faces held behind eyes of fear?
Time enough, as shields for so long rusting conversation as if never again to see use
even the sword for so long idle; testament of historical placement
now
and forever upon forever,
the edge as sharp as mind.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Writers Recipe
List of ingredients: Words, experience, life.
First, as in always; beginning
It began the moment the moment of consummation ended the period
allowing the words of life to unfold.
In the womb writing on the walls, expressing in a way the preparation
until full
and then...
boom.
It can appear to a writer, it can appear a bit confusing
This and that
That and there
Then, with structure, with senses alive and yearning
(even the simple task of learning a common language beyond self)
the words...
Notes in school between children
Games
Serious
and let us not forget the rules...
Until there comes that moment when it becomes more than a tool or yearning
More than a view or thought
Even more so when nothing, nothing of this or that, that and there, could ever, ever, ever,
make it stop...
Stories
Poems
Music
Thoughts...
Fiction/Fantasy
In full color
Black
and
White
Whipping it all together as to some it is nothing more than frosting
while others discover the plot
And when the mind fades back to where it is comfortable only with itself
When the body becomes frail
The words weak
and the fingers stop...
Another menu put to rest
Hunger sated
Leaving behind so many flavors to mix with memories
Enough to fill a million worlds when mixed with the growing pile of those seeking new words, new experiences
as they themselves
become the cook.
List of ingredients: Words, experience, life.
First, as in always; beginning
It began the moment the moment of consummation ended the period
allowing the words of life to unfold.
In the womb writing on the walls, expressing in a way the preparation
until full
and then...
boom.
It can appear to a writer, it can appear a bit confusing
This and that
That and there
Then, with structure, with senses alive and yearning
(even the simple task of learning a common language beyond self)
the words...
Notes in school between children
Games
Serious
and let us not forget the rules...
Until there comes that moment when it becomes more than a tool or yearning
More than a view or thought
Even more so when nothing, nothing of this or that, that and there, could ever, ever, ever,
make it stop...
Stories
Poems
Music
Thoughts...
Fiction/Fantasy
In full color
Black
and
White
Whipping it all together as to some it is nothing more than frosting
while others discover the plot
And when the mind fades back to where it is comfortable only with itself
When the body becomes frail
The words weak
and the fingers stop...
Another menu put to rest
Hunger sated
Leaving behind so many flavors to mix with memories
Enough to fill a million worlds when mixed with the growing pile of those seeking new words, new experiences
as they themselves
become the cook.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Age of transition
Kernels of translation
From twists of thought when words are wrought
Spell you're under
Brother
Sister
Father
Mother
A meadow filled with wild flowers
A sun meandering providing shadow
A wondering
It is
good
Awake and growing
with wings and song
of memories taming roots and stone
watching a world trickle in the stream
cascading waterfalls of chance
where in hand'
a ripple as it tears the fabric'
Time'
Kernels of translation
From twists of thought when words are wrought
Spell you're under
Brother
Sister
Father
Mother
A meadow filled with wild flowers
A sun meandering providing shadow
A wondering
It is
good
Awake and growing
with wings and song
of memories taming roots and stone
watching a world trickle in the stream
cascading waterfalls of chance
where in hand'
a ripple as it tears the fabric'
Time'
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Human boys and girls have a world special unto themselves.
A world where adults guide and nurture. Where they teach and provide.
But
boys and girls get to use a gift all adults forget.
Think back to your childhood. Memories? Thoughts? You think you remember but those thoughts are now of a slurry thickened as if concrete. The weight alone a barrier.
As an adult the words, 'put aside your childish ways'... applies as the world of adulthood is now nothing more than the test.
***
The Test
So many sounds. The chatter of insects. Music of birds. Grumbling of rocks.
It is another day.
Summer vacation!
Whoo hoo!
For Tom, this day was another great day.
Wiping tobacco juice from his hands, he threaded the sharp hook into the abdomen of the grasshopper.
Casting upstream, the meal called for the trout to leap
And it is
so
A tug
A reel
A thud as the trout is subdued
For Tom, it is a real day
One that will happen tomorrow just as it was
yesterday
Now, in the time of quiet where the faieries and elves play games
Tom's eyes closed with a smile on his face
with his dog sleeping besides whispering softly for his friend to hear
"Get up. It's morning. Time to fish and play."
A world where adults guide and nurture. Where they teach and provide.
But
boys and girls get to use a gift all adults forget.
Think back to your childhood. Memories? Thoughts? You think you remember but those thoughts are now of a slurry thickened as if concrete. The weight alone a barrier.
As an adult the words, 'put aside your childish ways'... applies as the world of adulthood is now nothing more than the test.
***
The Test
So many sounds. The chatter of insects. Music of birds. Grumbling of rocks.
It is another day.
Summer vacation!
Whoo hoo!
For Tom, this day was another great day.
Wiping tobacco juice from his hands, he threaded the sharp hook into the abdomen of the grasshopper.
Casting upstream, the meal called for the trout to leap
And it is
so
A tug
A reel
A thud as the trout is subdued
For Tom, it is a real day
One that will happen tomorrow just as it was
yesterday
Now, in the time of quiet where the faieries and elves play games
Tom's eyes closed with a smile on his face
with his dog sleeping besides whispering softly for his friend to hear
"Get up. It's morning. Time to fish and play."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Fudge
Just a gooey word that stuck to my hearing
'Real fudgy' is what the voice said
I said,
fudge.
Got to thinking more about it
Taste buds chimed in and said 'fudge?'
Eyes could see based on memory
Smell definitely remembered
and then?
No fudge in the fridge
No fudge in the pantry
No fudge in the house
No fudge tonight...
but
there are cheeto's
there is cheese
there are chips
Damn, there is a lot of good stuff to eat!
Just a gooey word that stuck to my hearing
'Real fudgy' is what the voice said
I said,
fudge.
Got to thinking more about it
Taste buds chimed in and said 'fudge?'
Eyes could see based on memory
Smell definitely remembered
and then?
No fudge in the fridge
No fudge in the pantry
No fudge in the house
No fudge tonight...
but
there are cheeto's
there is cheese
there are chips
Damn, there is a lot of good stuff to eat!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
How much of a writer does a writer instill in their writing?
If I wrote about two lesbians having a fucking-A fantastic time does that mean I'm a man? A woman? A writer who knows about and writes about sex? A puritan virgin whose religion mandates that I beat myself with branches for even wondering how a cow can take the weight of a large bull fucking it?
So, what do writers instill in their writing? Experience? Imagination? Facts? Fantasy?
I suppose the answers are many and varied. But just thinking about two lesbians having a fucking-A fantastic time IS... inspirational.
***
Ice
In the North the roiling motions of ice grinding against each other belied the fact of such energy
Powerful, the vibrations as something so smooth,
grinds and slides...
Frigid and motionless one year, even for centuries
until
a little heat is applied...
Breaking from the pack, in search of freedom and way
Living a new life of self
until little by little
melting away.
If I wrote about two lesbians having a fucking-A fantastic time does that mean I'm a man? A woman? A writer who knows about and writes about sex? A puritan virgin whose religion mandates that I beat myself with branches for even wondering how a cow can take the weight of a large bull fucking it?
So, what do writers instill in their writing? Experience? Imagination? Facts? Fantasy?
I suppose the answers are many and varied. But just thinking about two lesbians having a fucking-A fantastic time IS... inspirational.
***
Ice
In the North the roiling motions of ice grinding against each other belied the fact of such energy
Powerful, the vibrations as something so smooth,
grinds and slides...
Frigid and motionless one year, even for centuries
until
a little heat is applied...
Breaking from the pack, in search of freedom and way
Living a new life of self
until little by little
melting away.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
it is
how
i
amuse
this shell
and if you listen closely...
you can hear
the ocean.
how
i
amuse
this shell
and if you listen closely...
you can hear
the ocean.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Beneath the tingle lays the surface
As if together
Forever flows
Making
a slice of peace.
As if together
Forever flows
Making
a slice of peace.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Two things come to mind this morning. The first picture being of a country called, China, on fire as mushroom clouds of radiation makes the country enjoy some death. The second is a news article about a naked German man running after a wild boar that stole his laptop.
Tough decision. Death? Comedy? How about both?
Yep. Both it is.
***
Achtung
Hitler's beetle crawled across the world
Planes of terror flew the sky
Wolves feasted on flocks of ships
Those were the good times.
A secret weapon
Jewish scientists
Polish whores
a little atom biding its time
Naked emotions, sunbathing
Soaking in radiation
Sweaty breasts
Sweaty balls
Sweaty swine
The Rising Sun
The Empire learned about light
The Berliner learned about pigs
The world learned to love being blind
So many chasing technology like a piglet searching for a tit'
Running naked as if it would matter
as it all makes no difference
in the end.
Tough decision. Death? Comedy? How about both?
Yep. Both it is.
***
Achtung
Hitler's beetle crawled across the world
Planes of terror flew the sky
Wolves feasted on flocks of ships
Those were the good times.
A secret weapon
Jewish scientists
Polish whores
a little atom biding its time
Naked emotions, sunbathing
Soaking in radiation
Sweaty breasts
Sweaty balls
Sweaty swine
The Rising Sun
The Empire learned about light
The Berliner learned about pigs
The world learned to love being blind
So many chasing technology like a piglet searching for a tit'
Running naked as if it would matter
as it all makes no difference
in the end.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
insignificant attentions paid with little to none
and why would it, nor should it, when time is set aside...
for as long as it has flowed the spigot was there
standing rusted
as if the patina lead to old...
handle closed tight since the hand/hands/people tried
leaving such to decay, degrade, devolve, dissolve
to fade away...
such is your world as your steps take stride
passing busy with thoughts, fancy, making time inside time
and never once
understanding...
obvious it is, the question
from where does
the pipe lead and why?
so simple in answer as the source
the ageless wonder
the Fountain
with just a slight turn of the handle
always is
inside...
and why would it, nor should it, when time is set aside...
for as long as it has flowed the spigot was there
standing rusted
as if the patina lead to old...
handle closed tight since the hand/hands/people tried
leaving such to decay, degrade, devolve, dissolve
to fade away...
such is your world as your steps take stride
passing busy with thoughts, fancy, making time inside time
and never once
understanding...
obvious it is, the question
from where does
the pipe lead and why?
so simple in answer as the source
the ageless wonder
the Fountain
with just a slight turn of the handle
always is
inside...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Glass
a prism of vision from clarity so clear
to those moments of grime and time to impair
in days of old, children would plant a nose to pane
viewing toys with imagination
blowing breath and drawing with fingers
Vikings held such as wealth
Indians marveled and used such in trade
even terrorists aimed at windows to try and destroy freedom
all of society so mighty and bold, hide behind windows
the rich
the poor
the good, bad, indifferent...
Chicago has a view of the moment as cars shatter glass
as rioters feet crunch as they run inside to steal
and today, a favorite glass broken to allow the sunlight to taste the sparkle
the skin cut to feel it
and providing a writer a glimpse of inspiration.
a prism of vision from clarity so clear
to those moments of grime and time to impair
in days of old, children would plant a nose to pane
viewing toys with imagination
blowing breath and drawing with fingers
Vikings held such as wealth
Indians marveled and used such in trade
even terrorists aimed at windows to try and destroy freedom
all of society so mighty and bold, hide behind windows
the rich
the poor
the good, bad, indifferent...
Chicago has a view of the moment as cars shatter glass
as rioters feet crunch as they run inside to steal
and today, a favorite glass broken to allow the sunlight to taste the sparkle
the skin cut to feel it
and providing a writer a glimpse of inspiration.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
just let a little
out
out where it mixes and travels...
"Did ya pass gass moron?" (and with that said the parasite shifted its blob and expelled something noxious)
No. I'm busy with a poem. Go fuck yourself.
"Really?"
Yep.
"Okay."
***
just a little
out
out where it mixes and travels
a vibration of
sorting
shifting through nuances and shadows...
it could be said
the words
or motions of travel
and yet, there it is
for a moment
or two
just let some, not a lot just a little,
out
out where something of a world near
holds it all in.
out
out where it mixes and travels...
"Did ya pass gass moron?" (and with that said the parasite shifted its blob and expelled something noxious)
No. I'm busy with a poem. Go fuck yourself.
"Really?"
Yep.
"Okay."
***
just a little
out
out where it mixes and travels
a vibration of
sorting
shifting through nuances and shadows...
it could be said
the words
or motions of travel
and yet, there it is
for a moment
or two
just let some, not a lot just a little,
out
out where something of a world near
holds it all in.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
(a picture of a cookbook. small. worn. older than eternity's mother. colorless. and when opened, the 'words' spake, sung; vibrations released)
a fingers tone...
touched a wasps wing
legs walking proud from the sensations................
......................................................
...............................
.............
....
..
.
insert......... pulses of what does not matter, does not choose to be seen, does not need ingredients.
and so,
it is.
***
It is there
again
as it is
always
It is there
a friend
a song
a smile'
Thank you God
for the recipe.
a fingers tone...
touched a wasps wing
legs walking proud from the sensations................
......................................................
...............................
.............
....
..
.
insert......... pulses of what does not matter, does not choose to be seen, does not need ingredients.
and so,
it is.
***
It is there
again
as it is
always
It is there
a friend
a song
a smile'
Thank you God
for the recipe.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
thgir eb dluoc tI
ro
thgir morf tfeL
>>>...<<<
it seems that readers lose their minds when confronted with a challenge
it seems logical to dismiss and move the mind to something to read more comfortable
to this it could be said...
.tahw gnikcuf oS
<<<...>>>
did you seem to understand it?
or
was the mind more comfortable with ... >>>...<<< <<<...>>> ?
Inspirational is what it is.
***
A Reader
Can you remember the magic of learning the power of words
A key to worlds of facts and imagination
Placement of mindful thoughts
to fly so high
to swim so low
to be
to exist in realms far from the prisons so often barring the freedoms inside.
Sure you do, or do, or will, so a picture of this so real.
<<<...>>>
understand
take the center and expand
put your eye in the center >>>...<<<
can you see yourself looking back at a body now free from the corporeal?
can you see me?
i am
i
and now
you are me...
ro
thgir morf tfeL
>>>...<<<
it seems that readers lose their minds when confronted with a challenge
it seems logical to dismiss and move the mind to something to read more comfortable
to this it could be said...
.tahw gnikcuf oS
<<<...>>>
did you seem to understand it?
or
was the mind more comfortable with ... >>>...<<< <<<...>>> ?
Inspirational is what it is.
***
A Reader
Can you remember the magic of learning the power of words
A key to worlds of facts and imagination
Placement of mindful thoughts
to fly so high
to swim so low
to be
to exist in realms far from the prisons so often barring the freedoms inside.
Sure you do, or do, or will, so a picture of this so real.
<<<...>>>
understand
take the center and expand
put your eye in the center >>>...<<<
can you see yourself looking back at a body now free from the corporeal?
can you see me?
i am
i
and now
you are me...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Hey moron. Ya like my new hat?"
That's a hat? Looks more like a laundry basket made from a plastic bucket. And is that your head that it is sitting on?
"Today it is."
So, what's the deal with a hat. You usually go around naked oozing stuff.
"I read that the government is dropping chemicals from planes so the hat is to protect me from getting any on me."
Sorry to burst your bubble parasite but you got more problems coming more severe than any misguided conspiracy. You'd be better off buying a balloon, sit in it and wait out what's coming.
"What's coming?"
(silence)' Well, it sure ain't the Easter bunny or Santy Claus.
"You're fucking weird. I like that. Wanna wear a hat like mine?
Sure. Why not.
***
The Hat
Ladies wear the adornment; Sunday attire
Sun repellent
Men so hard headed; steel dome to bounce the accidents
or plastic
or cracked bone
Children wear the garb of pirate; walking the plank
Knights of armor
a ghost
Above the sky, a dome, a planet wearing a hat
while down below
mankind pulls the strings.
That's a hat? Looks more like a laundry basket made from a plastic bucket. And is that your head that it is sitting on?
"Today it is."
So, what's the deal with a hat. You usually go around naked oozing stuff.
"I read that the government is dropping chemicals from planes so the hat is to protect me from getting any on me."
Sorry to burst your bubble parasite but you got more problems coming more severe than any misguided conspiracy. You'd be better off buying a balloon, sit in it and wait out what's coming.
"What's coming?"
(silence)' Well, it sure ain't the Easter bunny or Santy Claus.
"You're fucking weird. I like that. Wanna wear a hat like mine?
Sure. Why not.
***
The Hat
Ladies wear the adornment; Sunday attire
Sun repellent
Men so hard headed; steel dome to bounce the accidents
or plastic
or cracked bone
Children wear the garb of pirate; walking the plank
Knights of armor
a ghost
Above the sky, a dome, a planet wearing a hat
while down below
mankind pulls the strings.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
The following is written in translation of the journal kept by it. Its language is not one of letters and words, it is vibrations and...
***
Note: 1333.737.44
Strat--- 1.0
Colony mix. Need of vibrant. Need of replication. Replication applied.
Strat --- 1.1
Taking culinoian and giving random random random --- results achieved.
Strat ---1 --- binary confusion/// / // / //// mixedddd (tuning)
Probability endless.
Achieved.
***
In the Worlds exist a science upon science achieved and denied
With one to explain
With one to define
Success
Failure
Aggression of paramount importance to viability and duration
Peaceful examples framed with accepted confusion
God
God
God
With two or more, the worlds of colonization
expand.
***
Note: 1333.737.44
Strat--- 1.0
Colony mix. Need of vibrant. Need of replication. Replication applied.
Strat --- 1.1
Taking culinoian and giving random random random --- results achieved.
Strat ---1 --- binary confusion/// / // / //// mixedddd (tuning)
Probability endless.
Achieved.
***
In the Worlds exist a science upon science achieved and denied
With one to explain
With one to define
Success
Failure
Aggression of paramount importance to viability and duration
Peaceful examples framed with accepted confusion
God
God
God
With two or more, the worlds of colonization
expand.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
For every door opened and closed there are walls built upon foundations of mutual acceptance. Walls. Doors. Windows. Floors. Ceilings. It is all very much a description of a prison.
a writing for a writer is such. words are nothing more than mutual acceptance. words are the walls, doors, windows, floors, ceilings. written words give comfort for the prisoners reading them and the writers opening and closing them.
thus, the inspirations...
* ** *
(inside these parenthesis is a world of invitation. contained and spread like peanut butter on a speeding comet; words you need to join in the travel. and since your mind cannot see the painted picture, cannot 'see' the words written, it is... a start of the new journey of the experiment)
...... . . . .......______________________________.___________________________....... . . . ...... . . . .......________________________________._________________________....... . . . ...... ... ........__________________________________._______________________....... . . . ...... ... ........____________________________________._____________________....... ... . ....... . . . . . . .______________________________________.___________________....... ... . ....... ... ... ..0---------------------------------------------------------. .......________________________________________.__________________.........................
(((it is good now as right angles no longer bind geometric symmetry. curves no longer apply prediction. linear only aids in skipping holes. abstract is ground zero for dust. and all for only the simple cost of a smile)))
a writing for a writer is such. words are nothing more than mutual acceptance. words are the walls, doors, windows, floors, ceilings. written words give comfort for the prisoners reading them and the writers opening and closing them.
thus, the inspirations...
* ** *
(inside these parenthesis is a world of invitation. contained and spread like peanut butter on a speeding comet; words you need to join in the travel. and since your mind cannot see the painted picture, cannot 'see' the words written, it is... a start of the new journey of the experiment)
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(((it is good now as right angles no longer bind geometric symmetry. curves no longer apply prediction. linear only aids in skipping holes. abstract is ground zero for dust. and all for only the simple cost of a smile)))
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Geez... numbnuts is losing it. More so than usual. And since he is not around I think I'm gonna raid his chip stash..."
I heard that parasite. Don't even thing about it.
"Whatever. Why don't you busy yourself by writing some crap and leave me to munching."
Nope. I'm gonna munch and let you write tonight.
(silence followed by a stunned parasite.) "Ya sure about that? I mean, I can be pretty bad."
Go for it. However, one thing. You have to write about penguins.
"Hah! Piece of cake."
***
Penguins
Written by: The parasite aka... super cool creature and awesome skin complexion
In the far south there existed some ice. It was a lot of ice. The ice was cold. The ice was really cold. The ice existed way down there past anything melted.
On the ice there was more ice, and then, even more ice. There was so much fucking ice it made growing a garden impossible.
Among and upon the ice only a few creatures lived. The first creature was some human scientists trying to study ice being made, ice already made, and ice melting. These scientists were fucking morons and the only scientists more stupid than them were the ones that studied whale shit.
The other creatures on the ice located in the far south were penguins.
There is not much to know about penguins other than they are more stupid than scientists. The penguins ate tv dinners, and they watched reruns of Bonanza and the Seinfeld show.
Penguins are boring and they live on ice. If I ever see a penguin I'm going to slap it silly... And,
"Okay parasite, that's enough. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Next time maybe I'll let you write about dolphins."
Oh hell yeah! Dolphins...Ah yes, dolphins.
I heard that parasite. Don't even thing about it.
"Whatever. Why don't you busy yourself by writing some crap and leave me to munching."
Nope. I'm gonna munch and let you write tonight.
(silence followed by a stunned parasite.) "Ya sure about that? I mean, I can be pretty bad."
Go for it. However, one thing. You have to write about penguins.
"Hah! Piece of cake."
***
Penguins
Written by: The parasite aka... super cool creature and awesome skin complexion
In the far south there existed some ice. It was a lot of ice. The ice was cold. The ice was really cold. The ice existed way down there past anything melted.
On the ice there was more ice, and then, even more ice. There was so much fucking ice it made growing a garden impossible.
Among and upon the ice only a few creatures lived. The first creature was some human scientists trying to study ice being made, ice already made, and ice melting. These scientists were fucking morons and the only scientists more stupid than them were the ones that studied whale shit.
The other creatures on the ice located in the far south were penguins.
There is not much to know about penguins other than they are more stupid than scientists. The penguins ate tv dinners, and they watched reruns of Bonanza and the Seinfeld show.
Penguins are boring and they live on ice. If I ever see a penguin I'm going to slap it silly... And,
"Okay parasite, that's enough. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Next time maybe I'll let you write about dolphins."
Oh hell yeah! Dolphins...Ah yes, dolphins.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite. Wanna play a game?
"A game? Can't you see I'm busy counting my nose hairs?"
Is that what that stuff that looks like barbed wire? And why am I even asking what that shit is. So. Anyway. Stop that for a few minutes and indulge me.
"Okay. But first, want some nose hair?" The 'hair' from the parasites nose did indeed look more like wire than hair and when hooked up to a 12volt battery it would burst into flames and little imps would fly off and disappear.
"So, what kind of game are we going to play? Strip poker? Russian roulette? Chicken? Spin-the-bottle? Drinking shots? Karaoke?"
Nope. Word association.
"Ya sure? Can't we play with sharp knives or a running chainsaw juggling contest?"
Nope. Word association.
(sigh) "Okay moron. Go for it."
Cookie
"Weed"
Seeds
"Weed"
Medicine
"Weed"
Ice cream
"Weed"
How the hell can you associate ice cream with weed?
"Weed"
No. That's not the... Oh come on. Are you going to say weed to everything?
"Weed"
Got any?
"Perdderit animam"
Yeah. You're right. Ice cream it is.
"A game? Can't you see I'm busy counting my nose hairs?"
Is that what that stuff that looks like barbed wire? And why am I even asking what that shit is. So. Anyway. Stop that for a few minutes and indulge me.
"Okay. But first, want some nose hair?" The 'hair' from the parasites nose did indeed look more like wire than hair and when hooked up to a 12volt battery it would burst into flames and little imps would fly off and disappear.
"So, what kind of game are we going to play? Strip poker? Russian roulette? Chicken? Spin-the-bottle? Drinking shots? Karaoke?"
Nope. Word association.
"Ya sure? Can't we play with sharp knives or a running chainsaw juggling contest?"
Nope. Word association.
(sigh) "Okay moron. Go for it."
Cookie
"Weed"
Seeds
"Weed"
Medicine
"Weed"
Ice cream
"Weed"
How the hell can you associate ice cream with weed?
"Weed"
No. That's not the... Oh come on. Are you going to say weed to everything?
"Weed"
Got any?
"Perdderit animam"
Yeah. You're right. Ice cream it is.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Interesting times. Of course the 'time' changes, but everything regarding humans remains exactly the same as it has for thousands and thousands of years.
Survival is always first and foremost and then came along the parchment and pen. The printing press made its debut and really helped writers reach readers eyes. Writing became not only educational but also recreational, and then political, then important, good and nefarious...
Today the species riots, kills, kisses, fucks, hates, loves... It does what humanity has always done, though with the exception of some actions by dictators in the past two thousand years (a blink in 'time') survival has actually become easier, AND also, reading/writing is now everywhere on every medium. And of course, Jesus was a game changer but that bores most, excites some, and most fail to understand anything really important other than a daily bowel movement and their electronic gadgets, or money, money is catnip for humans.
Back in the 'day', it was a fantastic time for brutality and yes, for fucking. Those Romans did some great things. The part where they put severed heads on pikes along roadways was truly inspirational. The burning. The raping. The torture. The killing, pillaging. And yes, the engineering, arts, strategy... of course, only a little was put down in writing and the old ways of passing information verbally was used by the various tribes.
Basically, if its been done, thought of, tried, theorized, it has been written about. Fiction, non-fiction, and the ever-changing facts (eggs are good for you, eggs are bad for you, eating eggs is animal cruelty, egg consumption cures cancer...) War. Love. Politics. Economy. Innovation. Science (though science has some moments of excitement, especially when the gifts start to be revealed.)
For me, humans have become less and less dynamic and more mainstream with predictability and thus boring... And i hate boredom. This is why writing is so fun. It is a release.
And so, with this shit in my mind floating around, some 'different' writing.
***
Same Old Same Old
Written by: Immortality
There never was a beginning, there never was an end
There is and always was and will be
The thread
Spun by existence, by multitudes of chance, with emotions, dimension, songs, vibrations
Gravity has no sway other than to guide some of the Web
Dimensions are connections where anchored the Web
Time less than grains of sand
Love is the Eye
Hate is the Hand
The story is constantly painted, ever merging, ever changing...
Knowing newness
Knowing the future while remembering the exact moments of the past
Knowing a concept, the theory, and laughing at the humor of old...
Content in Center
Spinning the never ending thread
Debating with God
Enjoying the moment while in the distance, so very far and vast
Hope that hope will change it all
and the Body will be not only full and fed
but
alive, young, old, eternal
no longer needing anything
or wanting
or spinning the immortal
Thread.
Survival is always first and foremost and then came along the parchment and pen. The printing press made its debut and really helped writers reach readers eyes. Writing became not only educational but also recreational, and then political, then important, good and nefarious...
Today the species riots, kills, kisses, fucks, hates, loves... It does what humanity has always done, though with the exception of some actions by dictators in the past two thousand years (a blink in 'time') survival has actually become easier, AND also, reading/writing is now everywhere on every medium. And of course, Jesus was a game changer but that bores most, excites some, and most fail to understand anything really important other than a daily bowel movement and their electronic gadgets, or money, money is catnip for humans.
Back in the 'day', it was a fantastic time for brutality and yes, for fucking. Those Romans did some great things. The part where they put severed heads on pikes along roadways was truly inspirational. The burning. The raping. The torture. The killing, pillaging. And yes, the engineering, arts, strategy... of course, only a little was put down in writing and the old ways of passing information verbally was used by the various tribes.
Basically, if its been done, thought of, tried, theorized, it has been written about. Fiction, non-fiction, and the ever-changing facts (eggs are good for you, eggs are bad for you, eating eggs is animal cruelty, egg consumption cures cancer...) War. Love. Politics. Economy. Innovation. Science (though science has some moments of excitement, especially when the gifts start to be revealed.)
For me, humans have become less and less dynamic and more mainstream with predictability and thus boring... And i hate boredom. This is why writing is so fun. It is a release.
And so, with this shit in my mind floating around, some 'different' writing.
***
Same Old Same Old
Written by: Immortality
There never was a beginning, there never was an end
There is and always was and will be
The thread
Spun by existence, by multitudes of chance, with emotions, dimension, songs, vibrations
Gravity has no sway other than to guide some of the Web
Dimensions are connections where anchored the Web
Time less than grains of sand
Love is the Eye
Hate is the Hand
The story is constantly painted, ever merging, ever changing...
Knowing newness
Knowing the future while remembering the exact moments of the past
Knowing a concept, the theory, and laughing at the humor of old...
Content in Center
Spinning the never ending thread
Debating with God
Enjoying the moment while in the distance, so very far and vast
Hope that hope will change it all
and the Body will be not only full and fed
but
alive, young, old, eternal
no longer needing anything
or wanting
or spinning the immortal
Thread.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Well, the moon and planets are fun for shaking...
Helped a woman load her stuff as she prepares for the world of divorce and enjoyed the beverage as she loaded lost underwear into garbage bags.
All-in-all, another day on this shithole planet, which is inspirational of itself as it reinforces the shit of human relationships.
Thank God there is mountains, oceans, river, rocks, the stars, moon, and cheese dip with chips.
***
Pussy
Fuck pussy
"Fuck anything," the motto of human survival
Rioters fuck with a society where in it they have the comfort to destroy
Religions fuck with blood flow dynamics
Weak assed pussy fucks fuck with strength with the shield of weakness
Politicians fuck each other with righteous outrage of smiles and power
Women fuck each other metaphorically, such the power of vagina
Men fuck each other in the power of domination as to has the most staying power\
It's a fuckintgpussy planet filled with monkeys and shit, only, it becomes blurry as to what is shit
and what is monkeys.
So, while the world fucks the self-identity of some fucked up versions of pussy,
i take my chances with staying away and out of the society
and IF it were not for the power of God...
i
would
definitely
destroy
this fucking planet
and replace it with a giant block of cheese
that
looks
exactly
like
some
tight
pussy
( or truth be told, replace it with the Garden of Eden minus the man, the woman, and enjoy eating a bushel of apples while watching reruns of, Last Man Standing)
Helped a woman load her stuff as she prepares for the world of divorce and enjoyed the beverage as she loaded lost underwear into garbage bags.
All-in-all, another day on this shithole planet, which is inspirational of itself as it reinforces the shit of human relationships.
Thank God there is mountains, oceans, river, rocks, the stars, moon, and cheese dip with chips.
***
Pussy
Fuck pussy
"Fuck anything," the motto of human survival
Rioters fuck with a society where in it they have the comfort to destroy
Religions fuck with blood flow dynamics
Weak assed pussy fucks fuck with strength with the shield of weakness
Politicians fuck each other with righteous outrage of smiles and power
Women fuck each other metaphorically, such the power of vagina
Men fuck each other in the power of domination as to has the most staying power\
It's a fuckintgpussy planet filled with monkeys and shit, only, it becomes blurry as to what is shit
and what is monkeys.
So, while the world fucks the self-identity of some fucked up versions of pussy,
i take my chances with staying away and out of the society
and IF it were not for the power of God...
i
would
definitely
destroy
this fucking planet
and replace it with a giant block of cheese
that
looks
exactly
like
some
tight
pussy
( or truth be told, replace it with the Garden of Eden minus the man, the woman, and enjoy eating a bushel of apples while watching reruns of, Last Man Standing)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Flight
(inspired by BoB)
Old the stallion strut
his to hint of deceptions and desires...
As umber orange ladies fly the stalk and cyber
Sunlight without shadows knowledge
Waiting seconds till moonlight, jupiter, and laughter.
There, from quill a point revealed
Feathered shaft shaking it conformity
To fly with a moment.
(inspired by BoB)
Old the stallion strut
his to hint of deceptions and desires...
As umber orange ladies fly the stalk and cyber
Sunlight without shadows knowledge
Waiting seconds till moonlight, jupiter, and laughter.
There, from quill a point revealed
Feathered shaft shaking it conformity
To fly with a moment.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
even
in
made
coil...
China
in
made
coil...
China
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Today the inspiration comes from the children of the couple I did excavating for.
Three boys ages 11, 8, 6, and a girl aged 5.
The girl was the best, the boys were...well... boys, and all boys at that age are fucking idiots.
In the boys minds there were thoughts of string, deer horns, dirt, gold, snot, farts, and excitement of watching a machine tearing the earth to pieces.
Now the girl... her mind was wonderful. Full of intelligence and dreams, very powerful dreams.
As such, the inspiration.
***
puppy dog tails and snails
bullshit and trails
happy and sad
such the world children have to grow up
a world old and nasty
full of powerful pain
disease
and death
and yet?
such smiles to warm a frozen heart
thaw a stubborn mind
thank God for giving innocence to the young
and the knowledge to an old man to appreciate it.
Three boys ages 11, 8, 6, and a girl aged 5.
The girl was the best, the boys were...well... boys, and all boys at that age are fucking idiots.
In the boys minds there were thoughts of string, deer horns, dirt, gold, snot, farts, and excitement of watching a machine tearing the earth to pieces.
Now the girl... her mind was wonderful. Full of intelligence and dreams, very powerful dreams.
As such, the inspiration.
***
puppy dog tails and snails
bullshit and trails
happy and sad
such the world children have to grow up
a world old and nasty
full of powerful pain
disease
and death
and yet?
such smiles to warm a frozen heart
thaw a stubborn mind
thank God for giving innocence to the young
and the knowledge to an old man to appreciate it.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Antifa 'commander' cried in 'fetal position' after being caught with flamethrower, smoke grenades on way to protest
Ha!
Hee!
Ho!
Ha! (and on and on and on)
Truly some grade A inspiration revealed by the soul of humanity
***
The Womb
and to this, the question...
Hear me
I
am
a member
being
participant
loner
popular
loser
it started at conception
it never stops
until it does
and with this thinking
it is...
in answer the reason the Universe remains silent
Ha!
Hee!
Ho!
Ha! (and on and on and on)
Truly some grade A inspiration revealed by the soul of humanity
***
The Womb
and to this, the question...
Hear me
I
am
a member
being
participant
loner
popular
loser
it started at conception
it never stops
until it does
and with this thinking
it is...
in answer the reason the Universe remains silent
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
When I was running flitches through the edger yesterday, I saw a mouse try to escape while running on the conveyor belt. It was inspirational because it reminded me of people running the treadmill of life thinking they will succeed or at least survive. The mouse definitely did find its reality as the machine completely shredded it.
***
Such the feeling of winning
this they call success
Money
Power
Food
Travel
Sex
Nancy Pelosi and her hair, such a privilege as she scorned her hairdresser
She the successful, powerful, politician while the help is helpless
There is a chance she thinks God suckles at her breast
Some say if you work hard you will succeed, you will find success
but why work if you can still get a government check and destroy the lives of those trying the hard way
for success
Blah, blah, blah, and more blah
it all has already been lived and said
when really the only success for humans
is when they die and the pitiful remains are laid to rest.
***
Such the feeling of winning
this they call success
Money
Power
Food
Travel
Sex
Nancy Pelosi and her hair, such a privilege as she scorned her hairdresser
She the successful, powerful, politician while the help is helpless
There is a chance she thinks God suckles at her breast
Some say if you work hard you will succeed, you will find success
but why work if you can still get a government check and destroy the lives of those trying the hard way
for success
Blah, blah, blah, and more blah
it all has already been lived and said
when really the only success for humans
is when they die and the pitiful remains are laid to rest.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
You look different parasite. What's up?
"So glad you noticed good sir. I've decided to evolve and develop some manners and class."
No. You have no manners and class. You look different because you are now painted bright purple...
(the parasite took on the pose as if looking for a lost whaling ship to return to port. Its eyes peering over the horizon...and then... with a finger dug deep into one of its nostrils.)
I rest my case parasite. No class. No manners. Digging that dirty digit waaaay up that nose. So, what do ya think about that?
"Want one?" And with that, the parasite has a large booger on a finger and held it out as if offering Zeus a slaughtered goat.
Sure. Why not. Hopefully this one is soft on the inside and crunchy on the outside.
(inspiration: Read that eating boogers can prevent certain forms of cancer. Huh, imagine that?)
***
Medicine Man
Such a practice which truly exemplifies art. His the world of natural and unnatural; fingers joining the plants and minerals for medicinal cures.
Smoke and fire
Ice and steam
Music
Words
A world so sick of itself needed a cure
Disease ruining the very center of rooted needs
There, among air sky ether soil eternity...
Drum speaks briefly and suddenly
silent
Ayee Ayee Ayee Hey!
"So glad you noticed good sir. I've decided to evolve and develop some manners and class."
No. You have no manners and class. You look different because you are now painted bright purple...
(the parasite took on the pose as if looking for a lost whaling ship to return to port. Its eyes peering over the horizon...and then... with a finger dug deep into one of its nostrils.)
I rest my case parasite. No class. No manners. Digging that dirty digit waaaay up that nose. So, what do ya think about that?
"Want one?" And with that, the parasite has a large booger on a finger and held it out as if offering Zeus a slaughtered goat.
Sure. Why not. Hopefully this one is soft on the inside and crunchy on the outside.
(inspiration: Read that eating boogers can prevent certain forms of cancer. Huh, imagine that?)
***
Medicine Man
Such a practice which truly exemplifies art. His the world of natural and unnatural; fingers joining the plants and minerals for medicinal cures.
Smoke and fire
Ice and steam
Music
Words
A world so sick of itself needed a cure
Disease ruining the very center of rooted needs
There, among air sky ether soil eternity...
Drum speaks briefly and suddenly
silent
Ayee Ayee Ayee Hey!