Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Smoke has its way
Meandering
Hovering
Large as a building
and yet able to fit in a thimble

Acidic smells
or smelling like Heaven
both burning like Hell
the senses

Have you ever danced with smoke?
A partner never complaining
Always in a fluid step
Appearing tight yet never clinging

At night when the stars speak and the embers burn low,
casting a small piece of wood into the glow
releasing a small body of that which is so very very much
remembered
and never losing a smile the smoke itself
placed on my face.

[Lipinski]

2 down, another 3,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,333,X infinity to go...
***

So, another 'year'. What's happened for writers in that year? Not much. Writers still write. Readers still read. And the parasite has some strange sexual disease, which is strange as the parasite can't, well, uhm...'work it'.

But, parasites condition aside, I've noticed more and more separation from the printed word on paper and the cyber world.

In my opinion, a well printed book with a solid binding and fresh story is waaaaaay better than any electronic book. REAL books have soul!

If you spill soup on your electronic book, you ruin the computer. If you spill soup on your copy of, Physics For Dummies, then you just enhance and add flavor to the book.

There is definitely a magic to color added to parchment and a civilization capable of such expression of language. This is truly a blessing.

"Hey numbnuts, why the ramble? And also, for your information, the statement of sexual disease... it is called a diet. I'm on a diet, which makes me itch when I pee. So I could understand your confusion but since you are you, it's amazing you can even function. And speaking of functioning, the dolphins have no complaints..."

Whatever. Dolphins are on par with Penguins. Which now proves the point being made in this bit of writing. First, Happy New Year! Second, there is magic. Third, real books rock but cyber is taking up most of the minds of readers and writers. Finally, the fourth is that these words are entertaining and easy to read on this screen, but you should see how it looks 'written' on the tooth of a dragon with the color of squeezed ruby, the words written with music.

(with a sigh the parasite said)

"Yep. New Year. Last Year. Next Year... you'll still be an idiot. Now lets go find something to eat."

***

Words are alive
It was in their creation, a moment
Together; true of lifes perfections

--------------------------------------------------it could be here...........
....or here..........................................................and
.....................if........so............

above the visions or sound, the hearing of view
sweeter than the sounds a small bird chitters
floating ethreal; ribbon; soft warmth; so many colors, so wonderful the music

' Inside, the man pondered the irony. Lighting his pipe while enjoying the warmth from his fire.
There was not much to see in this old man. Not much at all.
Though, his tongue listened. His ears could smell. And his eyes... It was inside these eyes which tasted every fiber of life on so many levels.'

[Lipinski]

Book of Enoch

Torah
Bible
Koran

Words put to and into and with
a bit
of time
fermented...

A drop of blood here, a battle there, some miracles, and a dash of confusion
Recipe perfect for imperfect
Soulful feast

Angels
Demons
Saints
Devils

Glory of God
Heaven
Hell
A lot to consume indeed

In all of every there is violence and anger
peace and knowledge
with lots of sex between

***

Hard to believe so many believe in Power to control so much above and below their understanding

Ever battle an Angel? Ever slay a Demon?

Focus now, did Jesus have a girl friend during His lost years?

And if you are woman and an Angel came for to breed, would you run away? Hide? Smile? Scream?

And what of the Nephilim? Where would they find shoes that fit, or a shirt with sleeves?

Enoch was able to 'see'
but what of this question, one where one must think...
When playing chess with
Cain
and
Able
...
who is first to take the Queen?

[Lipinski]

an now to you on the day of making
thousands of worlds
millions of souls
billions of dreams
trillions of ideas
there is a humble start of one

[Lipinski]

rain feels so much more than dry dust
wet
flowing
each drop a kiss to the face

when the rain stops and the ground dries
it all becomes as if solid
with the mud turning into concrete
and particles of dust sting the eyes.

[Lipinski]

It is interesting to read the many books starting with Jules Verne. Journey to the Center of the Earth, and all the rest which set the imagination on fire for readers not used to such stories/writing.

Asimov. Dr. Seuss; many and so and so many.

Stories of fiction and fantasy. Evolving with the science of technology, sexuality, politics, religions...

Lately there has been attention bored into more seriously regarding UFO's and government knowledge.

Writers have dealt with UFO's. Aliens. Off world species. Etc... for many years now.

It is fun to see how the public views such a topic of aliens. So much standard, "They come in peace." "They come for the sex." "They want to eat humans." Blah, blah, blah...

So, another slant to add as they definitely don't come for the woman or men. I think they'd rather fuck a horse than a human female or be fucked by an elephant instead of John Holmes. And more, blah, blah, blah...
***

Morris died. His death was painful and down right painful. Morris was not human nor was Morris his real name. Morris is an Earth name. You can understand the gender of male just as you can understand the name, Morris.

On his planet, Morris had no gender or body of a biological nature. Morris had a name that human vocal chords cannot reproduce and his language only detectable by a XRF gun on steroids.

Whatever. And, so what, comes to the mind, but for Morris it did not matter as there used to be a human named Morris who 'died' at the exact same time as 'Morris' died on a planet of mostly gaseous matter located about 500 million light years from Earth.

Both died at the exact same time. Both had no clue about the other. Both were so different in every way one could believe they had nothing in common other than ceasing to exist at the exact same time.

Now, to confuse the shit out of you even more, I will concede that it seems like a mere statistic of random deaths between two vastly different species that died at the exact same time. The argument could be made that with trillions upon trillions upon abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz X 10 to the trillions upon trillions upon zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba life forms that also died at the exact same time. Boring. Fiction. Fantasty.

However. Or, Whatever. Or even, so what? Lets say Morris and 'Morris' died at the exact same time and yet going back in history, both were also born at the exact same time... And both had the same Mother.

"You are totally fucked in the head. I mean, totally."

Yes parasite. Yes i am. And you should see what your mother looks like...

[Lipinski]

"Hey numbnut's, there's something here that wants to say something."

Who is it?

A muffled sound was heard as the parasite talked to an entity dressed in a clown suit complete with a red nose and flip-flops. "It says it's the devil..."

Oh, I knew i knew that. Sure, open the rope gate and let it in...
***

"Thanks guys. Good seeing you all again. Boy, what a day huh? Monkeys playing in Washington. It sure makes me feel great!"

So, Satan aka. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~, who did you vote for?

"All of them. Each and every one, though Lincoln was a close one. Almost chose the other guy."

Okay and so... (Robin was interrupted by the guest)

"Yeah, you and I can sit here and talk about all those grand adventures we had in the past, but since today being today is a bit special for me, I wanted to stop by and thank Earth."

Thanks>
>
>
>~<
>?,

"Yeah. Thanks! And to also remind those that don't think I exist, that they should keep up the good work. And make sure you also keep up the good mantra of the other Guy not existing also."

"So thank you world, for making my job soooooooo much easier. Gotta say though, it's always been sssssssssso much easier. Much easier than some places I visit."
~~~~ Please continue in your use of Free Will Ha! Like something like that existing...? Pure fiction! But anyway, keep it up. Maybe hate a little harder. Kill a few more puppies. You know. Get your inner human humming! And if you get some spare time, maybe consider going to Somalia and rape a few nuns... Later all, or sooner, depends does it not?"
***

"Did that thing say go rape some nuns? What kind of freak it that! Somebody needs to off that thing and bury the remains in some Black Hole."

Sure parasite. All in good time. All time in good.

[Lipinski]

The above piece of crap writing inspired me. Damn, inspiration creeps out of strange places.
***
Highway From Hell


Driving down the road.

Started almost 60 years ago.

~

Saw a lot of strange events

Seen a lot of good/

~

Every mile a blessing now

Eyes focused ahead

Seeing the Devil in the rear view mirror...

/\

[Lipinski]

Kulning

A young woman hummed a song as she wandered the forest trails
Picking flowers and thinking of dreams

A young man hummed a song as he worked to harvest the hay fields
Sweat flowing from the brow

Sheep browsed, listening
Cows chewed their cud, looking

This was the time of day
At night it all was repeated as all slept soundly
in each and every dream
the dance remained.

[Lipinski]

Censorship

What is worse, censorship of speech or hateful words?

If you are like most Amercan's, both are acceptable. If you still have a soul, censorship is by far the worst.

Amazing how so many people want to control and speak ill of others yet silence any opposition. Welcome to the new America.
(((
000
)))

No, you can't
No
No
No
and definitely, not.

You must admit I am right and you are wrong, if not we have the right to punish you.\

What's that? You said something?

No, you can't
No
No
No
and definitely not.

You, and everything you stand for
are banned.

[Lipinski]

What fun the current mood of America is having! Like a giant divorce of its citizenry. Splitting apart. Polarization. Powerful words of indignation...

Impeach. Accept. Change. A bright future. A dark future.

"Let blood flow in the streets!"

"Embrace peace."

What's to funny and inspirational about it all is we now live in a world where all hell can break loose. Where we can foment and lament and yet get a check in the mail and free government cheese while watching whatever electronic media we want wearing nothing but bunny slippers and sipping on orange juice.

All so very inspirational.
***

To survive or not depends on if you can run faster than those next to you
The Monster was huge, so gigantic his body blocked out the sun, it blocked out the moon
Devouring any an all of any color or persuasion.

The planet once so opulent and rich with life was now a wasteland of dying flesh
The Monster came in peace; small; kind; bearing gifts beyond imagination
Humanity fully embraced as it planned to take advantage

Freedom is fleeting when weak and impossible when strong
Something humanity had to learn
In a hard way they did.

Run!
Run and hide!
The Monster is coming!

Be thankful the weak are consumed first, and then the strong, and then you
But, is this not what you asked for?
After all, it is you that chose the gift of nothing instead of stopping running
Taking the solid stance of a free mind, a real smile, and afraid of absolutely
nothing...

[Lipinski]

First, it must be said... Fuck you Facebook! And, fuck you Amazon! And, most importantly, fuck you Twitter! Imagine the censoring of writers in the 'real' book world now being imposed on any and all by those three fucking companies are now imposing.

Burn buildings. Loot stores... All in the name of 'justice', that's okay. Write that Kamala is a stupid idiot... RACIST! /BAN!

Hah! Humans are a funny needy species indeed.

Inspiring though. Imagine a time where another civilization much older and watching the antics of Earth decide to censor the dominant species of Earth...
***

"Ya wanna?" It said.

"Sure. We all knew it was coming didn't we?" It said.

"Yeah. There was that 'Jesus' moment where there was some hope, but shit, look how bat shit crazy those humans have become." It said.

"So you don't think they can learn from their mistakes?" It said.

"Do you?" It replied.

After a few centuries, the conversation continued. Time for it is a bit different than time on Earth...

"No. They chose what they chose." It said.

"So, the usual then?" It said.

"Yep. Best way in my opinion." It said.

"Okay then. It, will, be done." It said

It then ended the conversation as the delete button was pushed and the restart of humanity once again restarted.

[Lipinski]

A library back in the 1960's. What a place! Huge. Full of books. Dewey decimal system. Punch cadrs where a librarian would stamp the due date.

The smell was of bound books. It was a place where people studied, read, and silence.

Today, replaced. Definitely not a place of books and fun. Most libraries are a place where one can rent computer space and do research.

This ties with how America has become. Used to be a place of idea's, hard work, experiments, good and bad. Not perfect but like most families, it functioned. Debate was heard. It all was a country of citizens trying to live a life.

Today? HaH! What a fucking joke. The literary world, once a place of expression is now one of consumer control. Politics totally skewed to some fantasyland of power and makebelieve. And polarization?

So, what's changed? Not one damn thing. The only 'thing' now is that via the advancements of technology has empowered every person to be their own world, their own country. And look how easy it has become to become connected to so many other persons/worlds/countries of like mind.

I miss the old days of libraries and paper with words printed on them. I also enjoy the new technology. But, so what.
It is what it is. For worse or worst. I do feel sorry for the children though, as they will never get to experience what real freedom is. What unity, no matter belief, is like. But, their consolation will be the cyber world, the brain washing by those they trust, the sexual freedom to be a creature of whatever, and the comfort of the chain and collar making them a slave to world of a total illusion.
***

His was the path to freedom as he sought the wild world of forest and stone
Walking a path of his own making
Choosing to follow the sun, the moon, the tides, or even coasting along with wind in his sails'

Suffering wounds inflicted by thought and action
Healing with an experience filled
Enjoying what his hands could make of any situation.

He had no name as there was no need
He needed nothing from anyone
Not conversation, or touch
No he needed nothing and in this he laughed and cried, and did as he pleased.

Only One did he answer too, and never in defiance
On his knees, holding his hands out between so many worlds
He obeyed and gives God, his thanks.

[Lipinski]

Okay parasite. I'm curious and shouldn't be, but why are you dressed as a penguin?

"Cuz the government released the UFO files..."

So? Why does that mean you have to dress as a penguin?

(It must be said that the purple blob looked pretty decent as a penguin, though it is possible a lion seal and great white shark might think otherwise(

"Well, now that the aliens are here I'm trying to blend in with nature and hide from them."

And why is that?

"Are you daft? No. Let me rephrase that. You are an idiot. Everyone knows that penguins are harmless and thus I will be spared from all the anal probing the aliens are going to doing."

But don't you already do anal probing on yourself daily?

(there was an awkward pause and then the parasite took of the suit)

"Yeah, you're right. What should I do with this?" The suit hung limply from one of the parasites appendages.

Can I borrow it?

"Why?"

Dressed as a penguin I can sneak up on aliens and probe them...

"Yeah. Good plan."

[Lipinski]

Blood spots in the snow
Wind tapping on the window
Coyote reaching the high pitch of howling
...................................................Owhoooo!
...................................................Owhoooo!
...................................................Owwwhuuuuuuuuuuu!

Reaction
Smile
Returning to a dream

Eating now the fruits of so many worlds
It is
good
stringing a web of knowledge more vast than any city of man

burping relief
content in the sands of time
a sword
a shield

And there, sitting below the palms
an oasis where there is no pain.

[Lipinski]

Beautiful

Word of?
Or for?
A flower is described
Smell of lavender
With flavor ever a twin they reside

When seeing beauty such serenity
Black crumbs of nothing
fall away.

[Lipinski]

Freedom of fun speech:

Inspired by the vision/thought of Nancy Pelosi making first contact with an alien. A big alien with a big head and enjoys and occasional meal of human flesh

***

"Oh my, are you lost? Security. Security." Nancy seemed a bit out-of-sorts as she was sitting in her office going over the weekly agenda in the piles of paper on her desk in front of her. She had looked up and noticed a very large being with a large head with yellow hair.

"No, I'm not lost. I'm hungry. You good to eat?" The alien asked as he licked his lips.

"Security!" Nancy was now becoming upset as she was triggered by the orange hair and the thought that a real man was standing in her office. Gone from her mind was those many pronouns such as, they, them, or it.

"Hey. Human. I like it quiet when I dine. Please sit down and disrobe. "The alien liked his meals to be free from polyester, wool, and the like. The fabrics stuck in his teeth.

"SECURITY!" Nancy was so agitated her tight skin on her botox face actually started to wrinkle.

"Sure, scream all you want. I've secured the room. No one can hear you but you and me. So, shut up, sit down, and disrobe." The alien was hungry but now starting to get a little agitated.

"Ahhh!" Nancy completely lost what little of her mind she still had left. Her mind regressed and she started spouting random mind-disconnects... "Impeach. Security. Mommy. Daddy. Bob. Kitty cat. Ahhh!"

As she ran around the room like a crazy, possessed person, she slipped on the hemp rug knitted by some California hippies and given to her as a gift.

Her head split open like a ripe musk melon thrown onto a highway from an overpass by some bored teenagers. As she lay there with some kind of green mush oozing from her split skull, the alien reached over and dipped some fingers into the goo and then tasted the fingers.

"Yuck! Damn... Tooey... PuPuPu...This is some foul shit indeed!"

With Nancy still twitching and passing gas uncontrollably, the alien disappeared and went on to greener pastures. He heard there was a nudist beach nearby filled with some fine flesh.

[Lipinski]

"There is hope for you numbnuts!"

How so parasite?

"Loved your last bit of writing. Made me hungry, horny, and feeling up for some experimentation. Mind if I take a bite out of your ear?"

Uh... no. I like my ear just the way it is.

"How about a bite out of your ass? Just a little bite... Puleese!"

I know I've told you many time to kiss my ass but now the thought of you biting it... well, again, the answer is, no.

"Ah, come on. Your ass is so big you've got more than enough to spare."

(sigh) I can see you've really got your mind set on eating something from the body so here... (some digging and finally) Here. Enjoy.

"What's this?"

Earwax. Tastes like... Actually, don't know what it tastes like but I heard it tastes like chicken.

(the parasite is not the brightest muse in the box, that's for sure, as the purple blob took the wax and was last seen chewing and giggling. just goes to show how crazy the literary world has become)
***

If what was written five thousand years ago was read in this moment, would it be different?
If what is written tomorrow, that ever elusive day that never comes, would it change?

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
It appears the words remain the same, and yet words are sly as they never grow old, never grow stale
growing
even appearing
to change.

It appears that words written can become different, even arriving at the place where they mean the opposite
of the original meaning
but one things for sure,
when getting hit in the head with a 2X4
it always hurts
and causes extreme
pain.

[Lipinski]

fermented stinky cheese if you please
another glass of ale? okay by me
some soup
a sandwich
chips
ice cream

after a full plate
a full bowl
saw a picture in an app of me as a baby
it was the dog though, and rubbing her back and ears, that made the best of day
much better than throwing rocks with an excavator off a cliff.

[Lipinski]

representing the human condition?

Oh hellll no.

humans have misshaped heads and not perfectly round
they have teeth that get cavities, and the eyes are smaller and beady
the breath is bad
feet stink
and most importantly, they have some really wild hair.

emoji's?
I think not, but they are handy if one gets bored.

[Lipinski]

Gwyneth Paltrow's 'vagina' candle explodes in UK woman's home

damn... anyone saying they have writers block... all one has to do is look at the shit going on 'outside'

Mmmm... I wonder what can be written regarding Gwyneth Paltrow's vagina candle exploding?
***

Hot
Very hot as her large molten drops cascaded downward, fitting the moment of that romantic mood.

Inside; unburnt; so much potential just waiting to ignite
Lovers sipping wine while staring into each others eyes

Music spilled, along with wine as the lust consumed
while the candle light remained bright...

Scent of pussy and cock
or penis and vagina, if so inclined
filled the air
the moaning
groaning
ecstasy...
a sigh.

BOOM!
As with any orgasm, it consumes.
He shot his wad
She smiled
both then screamed as the candles exploding covered them in flames

Oh, they tried to escape
Naked, screaming, running blind
He fell out the window to his death
She roasted to crisp locked inside her closet
and Gwenyth Paltrow got her candle reality check.

[Lipinski]

Perfect. It worked.
***

They played their games, games with so many names
A to Z
and all between
Peeking and peering and pretending
thinking of
being...

From youth to old age
From hot springs to language
Prophecy and reality
Past
Present
Future.

It is
all just a game
one old and true
where groups think they know

Discovery?
Did they find what they thought or did they get what they want?

Put on a good show for, that's for sure

Are they ready?

(silence)

Absolutely
Definitely
Not.

And maybe humanity never will, at least what humanity is today, yesterday, and tomorrow...
but in a million years?
Perhaps, but really having doubts

So, hopefully the children grow more angry, more self-absorbed, more hate filled, and then
they let out all those raw emotions
and destroy this world so others can make it more like it should be, could be, and will...

[Lipinski]

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[Lipinski]

Living in parallel of such a wonderful fantasy
So much comes inside the Dream

[Lipinski]

What fun! Another story to write.
***

tower
tower towering
to titter totter the tower

coming soon, another story
(thud)

[Lipinski]

"Why does tbe smoke always follow you father?" The son was curious as he had noticed early that when around a campfire, the smoke would follow you as if it anticipated which way you would move.

"It does so because you want it to." A tone of humor and serious mixed.

"I do not want to have the smoke follow me," A tone of respect mixed with indignation.

"Yes. You do. For if you really did not want the smoke to follow you, you would order the smoke to submit."

"That's impossible father. You cannot order smoke around. No one can."

"You can."

[Lipinski]

sent to prison for defrauding a lot of people with money
Death by water !
sister and the bank manager
during the seance

joining hands, we summon, the unseen world
we are here tonight to achieve a state of being
falling deeper
and deeper
into
a
trance.

Give us a sign.
Give us a sign!
Give us a...

"What the fuck are you writing about now moron? Looks like some bizarre shit."

Give us a, a, a...

"Whatever. So, been holding out on me huh?"

Holding out? What do you mean?

"I found those new Costco cheese puffs."

Where?

"Under your pillow. Seriously man, your pillow? Where do you store the peanut butter? Answer me that."

Peanut butter? Store?

"Yeah, the peanut butter, the sea shell pasta, cream of mushroom soup.."

(sigh)

Okay, the peanut butter is in the guest bathroom, the sea shell pasta is hidden in the wall and the cream of mushroom soup is in my work jacket pocket.

'Yep. You're still stupid. Carry on."

Good to see you parasite. Want some cream of mushroom soup?

[Lipinski]

During the move, the boxes fillede endlessly
A room full seemed to diminish in size ever so slowly

there and there, in parallel room so far apart, so much
activity
movements

a child packs one, he another, she another

preparation

It was a bow made of glass and hide catching the most attention
Laying in the open box

Lifted, the memory kindled the the answer to a question never asked until raising
stringing
pulling aiming
and listening to the sound of past song fill the bones.

[Lipinski]

some walk a path
trail from where they came
to where they go.

some run
some pause and rest
some try to avoid a path

if there is no trail
is there no beginning and no end?

gravity entails so much effort in the search
and yet
taking off the skin and bones
folding the clothes
and taking flight with nothing more than a naked soul
it makes coming back so very hard
as the mind soars.

[Lipinski]

It calls me constantly; numbers; words; smell ;feelings

Ever listen to a far planet burp?

Maybe taste a quasar while taking a nap?

Interesting how admiration takes a glimpse of the eye when watching humans really release their inner human side!

Johnny Cash and his rhythm of trains

Linda Ronstadt just as she got her chance

While working the cat brought me a mouse to show off, then she ate it and laid on my box soaking up the sun

Understand?

This is
what happens
when a mind expands.