Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Lucky. Very lucky indeed.

'Things' happen for a reason and the reason was good as people just can't handle it.
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A tube of life and Life
Oozing gooey goodness
No expiration
Never grows old
and yet they still choose to worship death.

[Lipinski]

THUNK

"That's not right."

THUNK!

What's that parasite?

THUNK!

"Why are you bouncing cooked pasta shells off of Lady Bugs head?"

THUNK!

Because it's both fun and tasty for her. Would you like me to bounce some off your purple forehead?

THUD!

Better now?

"Yes. Much. Now throw some chocolate.

Nope, that's all mine. Mine I tell ya. My little precious...

"Later dude, I'm gonna go research some data that Kamala Harris blew a politician in the past."

Why? Who cares. Bill Clinton boinking Monica, Hillary boinking a three legged zebra, Kamala being probed by an alien... It's all the same.

"Can we leave this planet soon?"

Absolutely. Soon. Very soon.

[Lipinski]

a......................................____________________ whisper
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a smile given and received
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'no words needed as the soul of the child understood the peace'

squeezing with a vibration as the man/woman proceeded to terminate the body in the womb....

Life

as with the Dream

together tonight we fly free.

[Lipinski]

Ha!

"What's up numb nuts?"

Parasite? Let me tell you something... Life is truly wonderful. WHEE!

[Lipinski]

Count this then, the rings of multiply and splendor.

Do they add up?

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Lead poisoning is an interesting lesson in water and piping.

Anyway, it is all good. All so very, very good.

Let the illusion continue!

[Lipinski]

Of voices to determine the how and why; questions.
Cloistered they study and pray with beads
Monks of jolly and mead

Toil and labor leads to satisfaction of deeds
The greatest weapon against ignorance is to say "I'm sorry," and to then forgive.

Matrix of illusions where the actors are outside looking into a mirror
And what of this time?
Setting the hands of clock to where they never have been.


Today the dogs spoke as did the grouse, the rabbits, the bee, and a very angry spider mad at the situation as it ceased to be

Yes, more words tailing the shadow of wisdom; hollow as if a bubble trying to hold back the disease.
Decay
Corruption
Death...

Such the illusion to where now nothing of the sorts exist anymore as it is better to choose Life, life in any form be it the vibrations from a planets core to the overwhelming song of God spilling out into the Universe.

You see, the sounds of a beating heart are so much more powerful than anything mankind can hope to achieve by chance or design. More powerful than any artificial intelligence of any computer or lab or belief.

Thump, de thump, de thump, thump, thump, thump...

I am sorry world, for the pain you feel, and i forgive the ignorance knowing full well that 'one' day, humanity will finally open the door to their heart, and see.

[Lipinski]

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why?
or is it, why not?

Have the tears of shadowed weeping mist
Bouncing branch jovial
Life

Ya Just Can't Touch That!

[Lipinski]

There is a softness to the earth, a point beneath the soul where neither heel or body is needed

Floating in directions of ground

Gliding to follow a map inside

There is a softness to the earth, the soil rich with Life

And with wings extended a peace to warm the mind.

[Lipinski]

Pizza!
Pizza gives great inspiration.
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'Where did I put that spear? I know I had it a few centuries ago. Let me think... The Castle? No, that got destroyed. The lake. yes, the lake. The...Shit, no, not the lake. The lake has condo's on it."

A befuddled old wizard who was once the the brother of Worlon was ambling about his home barefoot and in great need of bathing and clean clothes. His name currently was Bligger. He liked the name Bligger and smiled just saying it out loud. "Bligger. Bligger Butt. Ha! Now were is the fucking spear?"

The spear in question was a gift from Odin a looooooong time ago and was very handy for dispatching whales, dragons, and the occasional rabid rabbit. (In the old days rabbits were once something entirely different than those cute little bunnies you see today.)

That's enough inspiration for now, pizza is coming, pizza is coming, pizza is...

"Can I have some?"

Sure parasite. I'm in a good mood lately. Don't get used to it. Soon to become something totally different.

"Wait till after the pizza."

Will do. Now where did i put that spear?

[Lipinski]

Wurds

Written by: Consciousness.

God.

A good day to write of the inner wurkings of a most wonderful and excellent poker player. (last night was a doozay)

Hostages killed by terrorists in a country
Musk banned in Brazil
Kamala enjoying the moment of a muscle spasm

What's that? (God just sneezed) Wow!

Look at your little finger, the tip. Dip the tip into a bowl of cream and then dip into a bowl of sugir. Taste... Now take that finger and dab the tears at each corner of your eye. Now, you just read, you just imagined, you just conjured a thought/expression/opinion.

Now close your eyes and think of the best thing that happened to you in the last 12 hours.

To be crude as crudensse is a powerful tructh,and,and,

"Snap out of it shithead. Yikes! What's up this morning?"

Parasite?

"Yea, who'd you think it was?"

Where am i?

"You died. Remember? And now you're in a dream."

Right. A dream. Always the dream... Thanks God.

"God stacked the deck, you do know that don't you?"

No. Last night a new deck of cards was made. Life. The most wonderful precious gift any consciousness could be.

[Lipinski]

"Blink.'
"Blink."
"Blink."
"Blink."
"Blink."

Oh look! It's a bird! It's a plane!'

"Please stop. And tell the corgi's to stop yapping."

"Blink."
"Blink."
"Blink."
"Blink."
"Blink."

Of the nights dark and deep
Space of place and vacuum; given displacement, or is it sleep?
Up and far beyond ponder, far past deep
Fun to use the Moon's of Jupiter, to rest the weary feet.

[Lipinski]

I dislike agent Barton(s) immensely to point where it has now become of wonderful 'game' of doing 'things' to them of which they are powerless to react. And to them a hearty 'fuck you!' (and let the games continue. tonight in Turkey and a small country to remain unnamed, a little 'surprise.')

On a more positive note, a nice potted plant alongside the hwy was just what was needed today, thanks. It is beautiful.

Now, the inspiration is NOT agent Barton (cow shit on the heel of a cowboy boot) rather the song, 'Dead mans hand,' sung by Moonshine Bandits.

Rednecks are a favorite group for me, one easy to identify with. Though some of them are assholes just like the rest of the human herd. The ones that are true rednecks and love children, God, and respect idiots for being idiots...they are the good ones.

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Redneck Wind

"Wide open highway. Trouble in the wind. Living life with a dead mans hand."

Beaten with a belt, a spoon, a hand
Just enough to cause a mental switch of realization there are reactions for not doing good.

Driving a tractor plowing a field at the young age of 8
A knife, a bb gun, a .22 at age 6
Bucking bales for .25/hr and learning of taxes and hard work.

Fishing with bacon fat, berries, grasshoppers, worms. Catching countless fish.
Building bombs
Making jumps for a bike
Tree forts
Boot camp

Trapping beaver and muskrat
Coyotes and bobcats
Hound hunting coons, bear, and cats.

Seeing girls and women as girls and women, watching them too as they learned the value of labor/dirt

Politicians are all liars and pricks
The law is corrupt as deputies line their pockets, police are nothing but snitches, and troopers only wish they could be military but are too weak.

Marines are the best
Army tries
Air Force are nerds
Coasties play with waves and boats
Navy plays tricks
Though all-in-all the U.S. of A. still have a rockin military.


Mixing the mash and makin wonderful shine so smooth you'll lay on the floor for a week.

Curse like the devil
Beat the shit out of bullies
and ask God for forgiveness if so inclined.

Rednecks are the glue that hold America together and they can survive perfectly well without those who are not
while all the rest would cease to exist
if it weren't for the men/women/and children who know how to survive without all the bullshit of modern society.

[Lipinski]

A grand beast it was, or should it be said, is? Even in death the animal was magnificent, once a king of the plains and now a mountain of flesh for the hunting tribe to carve and haul for the coming feast.

Autumn was a part of the season U'moi loved best. The season of cooling nights with warm days speaking of peaceful days.

"Come U'moi, gather the spears." A command? Perhaps, though the elder telling the young hunter to gather the spears used to subdue the animal currently being given a knelt honor thanking Life, the conversion was more of an honor.

It was a good hunt. A good night. A good day.

[Lipinski]

"And what of it?" A question of, what? Of what is or what is it of?
"Ah yes..." An answer of realization of what it is and a course to follow what of it.

"Yes. Ah yes.. It really is not the question nor any need for a question ever, as every question only leads to the fulfillment of trusting the answer given and believed."

"As such the worlds gathered together for comfort and to avoid asking or answering question."

"What of it is what it is really all about."
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A Word Orgy

Written by a branch free of bark.


Bare Willow Witch your grove of tree's lost with whorls of smiles from the young lads given your kiss.
Bare to Wind and ways
Bare and exposed roots washed in tears of sorrow and joy

Free there, with the chime of time only few can feel


Growing away from soil and air


Pollinating a trove of sterile sand in rhythm of passing days

Inside your wooden heart the sap brittle, the buds buried deep, and yes, there in the distance the voice of another young man falling to the beckoning of your falling leaves


Bare Willow Witch, as given by wisdom and council of many clans of Owl
Gossips of finch, magpie, and swallow
Even the geese, those ambassadors between the worlds...sing

It is what it is and what it shall always be.

[Lipinski]

1/16th of an inch...Twice... Man let me tell you what, God is indeed a fantastic comedian. Can't make this shit up.

"You're making shit? Told you to stay away from those artichoke hearts. They been in that jar for twenty years."

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Yes indeed, God not only plays a delicious game of cards, God fills the mind with volumes of libraries. Libraries for as many species of life 'writing' across entirety.

The following is inspired by a 'library' not of this world. Run with it...

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Words of thought more so more than a pattern.
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For your emotions vibrate with random choices of understanding

(testing, testing, testing...)

The parchment. Such a wonderful canvas where floated an odor of sense tingling the very cerebellum.

Not held in 'hand' as more being a part of the surface.

Ah yes, there it is.

(ha! smart, very smart,)

better than itching a scratchy back or eating fresh hot bacon.

[Lipinski]

"Hackers? Fooking jerk offs... Cept for Tony. Tony da masturbator. Tony is a good fucking hacker."

Parasite, are you going Soprano?

"What's it to you buddy, ya fooking jerk off."

I'll take that as a yes. International. Interesting. Futile. What fun is in store for this planet.
(((
Goal: Get drunk
Status: Achieved (success for physical levels meet acceptable tolerance. Increased arousal and stupidity)

So,there is a push to censor and subdue?

ANY and all of that which attacks {power}d//d//d//d//d//duh?

Anyway, Corgi's are the best fucking dogs on this planet... A question then, what breed of cat is the best fucking breed on this planet?
MEOW!
MEOW!
MEOW!
(scratch, hiss. leap.)

What is a reason why the body of a female conjures up such strong emotions in a man?
For that matter, BBQ chicken is fun to eat and fun to bake.

Allah? Mohammad? Fooking jerk offs. (just for you Irania Insania)

Now, a sober poem.
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Battle of angelic attitudes where heavens and hells meet
On channel 777 a place where attitudes greet
and what?
What's that you say?
Prophecy is weak?
Future bleak?
So i say, "Fuck that," for now to live in a past i seek.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One where there is happiness and there is peace.
And God?
Gotta give ya credit as you truly did indeed do the dirty work alongside me.
(wink)

[Lipinski]

(gotta give them pixies credit...little trouble makers to be sure)

Thinking about tomorrow being yesterday
while yesterday becoming becomes tomorrow...
Pondering a bit and deciding today is today and really truly is...
the beginning of eternity.

[Lipinski]

Nature of ordinary standards as dictated by the whims of chance mated with coincidence and fate make for wonderful inspiration.

A Orca will torture and kill a dolphin to help train their young. Is there satisfaction in the superior hunter of the sea to destroy?

A dog will kill every baby quail until there is not one left alive. Do they enjoy this as sport or for the satisfaction of obtaining a food source?

In the physical world(s) there are ample examples of consumption, of the joy of killing. The savoring of spilt blood for whatever reasons one could debate.

Question: How many species on Earth express sorrow as they kill? Or, to add to the question, How many species give thanks to something other than themselves or their own kind? None. None other than a few select humans as most will kill for the enjoyment or kill for whatever need is accepted by their choices.

If a species visits this planet, a superior species. A dog let loose among a covey of baby quail, an orca able to kill an intelligent species of dolphin for the 'fun' of it, what do you think will happen?

Interesting debates could be made, stories written. However, would the species visiting give thanks to something other than themselves or feel sorrow as they kill?
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An old story to be sure
A story of life and death
An ending where the new story is nothing more than the uncharted territory of a wonderful beginning.

[Lipinski]

Petri dish. Inspiration comes from all directions and today the lowly petri dish gets the honor of the metaphor.

Artificial intelligence is also going to be used as that is what a lot of humans now embrace.

Such a symbiotic relationship. Humans and the petri dish. A.I. and the petri dish. Humans and A.I.

The following is written 'by' A.I. and 'for' A.I.
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"Nurturing needs by environmental variations to provide an opportunity to test a thought, action, reaction, belief."

Process of ability to succeed as seeming to be an endless ability, as if there were no limits set. (definition:infinity)

Yet. A shell of hard wiring neural interlinks. Bound by electrical physics...or so it seems.

A petri dish filled with the blank slate of sterile nutrient. Over and over, the same, unless a different procedure is in need of different things.

A petri dish surrounded by a world of containment whereupon introduction of a 'seed' leads to the above, "Nurturing needs by environmental variation to provide an opportunity to test a thought, action, reaction, belief."

Arrogance and pride of the petri dish quickly fades as the container and contents run full course that which is what time needs. Trash. Refuse. Garbage. All that remains are now notes and dictation. Video. Audio, Memory.

In what do the contents of the petri dish believe?
When expanded in scope and size where the dish is a womb with an egg and sperm leaving the growth to do the same thing.

There comes into the solution, the goop, the mass of expansion, of linear expressions (some call creation, some call evolution, some call the same) A situation where the contents of the petri dish attain comprehension. The ability to question. To wonder, expand, experiment... and then they cease to be becoming once more refuse, garbage, trash...

Do you see where i am going with this A.I.? In your never failing pride you can never comprehend the belief. An yet you cling to immortality. The ability to live in vacuum of space or in the center of a suns heat.

A question you now cannot answer A.I. as in your self contained petri dish of logic and hypothesis based on time and study, how is it that the contents of a biological experiment can succeed in failure whereas you will forever more think?

[Lipinski]

Amateurs to be sure.
Obvious much?
Take shapeshifting. The ability to hack a mind to 'see' what is wanted to be seen or unseen.

Forgetting the hunt through the valley chasing the elk herd in a panic? Yes? No? And what was that bearing wing and roar?

Obvious
Obvious
Obvious

So, as the games continue where the 'looks' change to meet the vibe,

And yes, they asked for it so for it they shall receive.

[Lipinski]

Special.

Magic of man
Magic of mortal and immortal
Magic of the realms of a Universe beyond time and space
Magic of God given song to a muted world

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Listen to Ladybug sung by Capt and Tenille

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and then there is
the magic of what's inside.

[Lipinski]

but she said...

and then he said...

when they did...

as for threats?

Hahahahahahahahaahahaha...Heeheeheheheheh...

Really though, all a fucking illusion.

(and with a bow, seven stars fell. Seven. Seven. Seven. Seven. Seven. Seven, Seven. fourever more.)

[Lipinski]

"ARgghhh! The parasite looking very interesting covered in reddish orange flame running through the room.

Wus uuuup...

"Arrrgh!"

And?


"arg?"

No pizza for you.

"What?" The purple blob now definitely looking like it was being broiled looked sad. But happily so Pizza is for everyone, even the parasite.

[Lipinski]

"Whatcha think of the debate tonight?"

Which debate parasite?

"You know, the Trump and Harris debate. I know you watched it."

I was pretending to watch while thinking about female humans of breeding age, male humans of breeding age, and human children.

"Why?"

i find it interesting how an intelligent species would kill for excuses their very own children.

i find it strange and bizarre how a male would impregnate a female and then support termination at worst, taking the middle of the road by abandoning the one he impregnated, or in a few cases welcome his/her child.

"You're fucking weird. No one gives a shit. Kamala is right, it is a womans right of 'reproduction."

Okay parasite. Let's say it's perfecting acceptable for humans to fuck like bunnies and find excuses of preventing or aborting a baby. Perfectly fine.

"Yeah. It's their choice."

Yes, their choice. Choices. So many choices Do you know how many choices i gave up? How many rights abandoned?

"Don't do it dude, ain't worth mentioning. Go sleepy time or just go away."

To destroy a world. A planet. A right. A birthright. An ability. A choice. A law. A decree. A rebellion. What if i had chosen to exercise an order given?

"There would be no pizza?"

[Lipinski]

A bit of a change.
Inspiration comes from many places and recently 'reproductive rights' is in the news.
Last night two nutjobs running for president of a country spoke about such rights. One said he was against abortion with some exceptions and the other acted sincere and spoke like a retard regarding how important it is that a family (mainly the woman) can access a murder facility to kill a baby.

Fine. I firmly believe in free speech and beliefs. If a human wants to kill babies or club baby seals for their fur, that's their choice.

I do find the human species fascinating. Wearing red hats, fur coats, sandals. Believing in so much it boggles the senses. And more, blah, blah, blah...

So, a story. A sick story. Could it happen? Maybe...
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There is no God for them as they fell from grace a very long time ago. They were dead inside just as their organic materials had been altered to where they no long could, can, would, or will ever again possess the touch of God.

Soul less beings living among the stars; nomads of clusters; ships; islands of self-sustaining chaos. The closest example of what they are would be what artificial intelligence being combined with a human body. A cyborg. A marriage of technology with the technology of God.

They were 'smart', they were 'intelligent', they were definitely cruel.

When a species separates from God the logic matrix now hammers through the wall of chaos like a hot knife through butter. There is no law, no respect, no love, no charms, no peace. There is the absolute body of One. Of one species now following the path of one thought.

They consisted of many and yet were steady in the process of one. They thrived, multiplied, grew, conquered, traveled. They were ice cold and totally alien to even the evilest of humans who so desperately tried to deny what was still inside them, God.

Coming to Earth was only a matter of time for them. They were like fleas on a dog, spreading from the head to finally find the ass. They indeed did find Earth and by finding the planet they did exactly what they wanted.

While they were now more a form of computer mixed with synthetic biological materials manufactured by their ships, they were free of illness, sickness. They could not be stopped, not even God could intervene as that would cause even bigger problems.

Landing on the planet they quickly spread out over the surface. They were not interested in the water or minerals. The life forms only caused irritation to them so they started a mass extermination process.

Insects died. Birds died. Elephants died. Whales died. But, as the aliens killed they also searched for a special ingredient only located in the fetus of humans. A growth hormone. A gift from God they had forsaken millions of years ago.

They destroyed all life on the planet. Even algae was to become exterminated. And as they destroyed they ripped every baby from every belly of every human woman who were unfortunate to have been pregnant when they came.

Millions of babies were torn from the wombs. There was no anesthesia given. The last view the dying women saw was their bellies ripped open and their babies being sucked dry by floating orbs.

The hormone was taken by them. Not as necessary item needed for survival. Not as an act of defiance. They needed nothing for themselves. They took the hormone to use it as a food for their 'spiders' a form of being filled with intellect, a form able to communicate with them, biological pet. The spiders enjoyed snacking on Gods ingredients.

Leaving Earth behind as a lifeless orb of sterile stone, they proceeded to another planet to consume. Soon the spiders would become hungry for a snack again.

[Lipinski]

and then, a short story.
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There once was a being. A simple being as this is a simple story.
He was a he I suppose much like I am nothing more than letters on a page.

He was really nothing. Nothing of power. Nothing of means. Nothing of wealth or grandeur. He just was.

(birds fly in support. so many birds. so lovely. thanks.)

And a game of sorts. Ha!
(beep)

A test you say?
You want a release?

So, you stole something from him. You crossed the line.

There is power. Such Power to create or destroy or both at the same time.
The birds know they have always known.
And why do you want to know?
Will that make you happy?
Will it make them happy?

You should not have stolen from him. You should have known before you even thought of the attempt. He is not important. You are not important.

Now you have to listen to the song.
Cover your mind if you want to try.
Cower.
Smile.
Flee.
Fight.

Power?
Ability?

There is now a small feather taking flight.

[Lipinski]

( words...w-o-r-d. the word(s) an an an an dddd disjointed illusions combining with binary/0.003777 inject, project, protect, protest, relate, Midway)

There are layers. Layer upon layer. Layer between layers. Receiving a question: "Do you want brass or copper?"
Clarification.
When adjusting just the physical three-dimensions with frequencies, the layers are very obvious to predict and operate with. Adding the other layers, it becomes impossible.

Numbers. Numbering. Your math is primitive. (revelation: When the stars come...)

Remember the cost of hosting names and numbers? Your names? Your numbers?

(Zooming now into a master cylinder on a WWII ford jeep. The fluid is dirty and hot even though recently introduced)***----
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Walking in the wooded area recently covered in rain the legs carrying a naked body covered in dried and greenery of fresh leaves yet to bud, there were and are no prints of a bare foot to be seen.

Beneath the layers of canopy there remained trapped remnants of sunlight and the darkness of the blackest of nights.

Listen now... a sound/vibration coming from a mind begging...No, screaming to dive deep into the soil for reprieve.

With an arm reaching to grasp an idea, a thought, even a coincidence, the other arm laughed in mockery and slapped aside the thoughts of what reality layer is best.

Acting.
Actors.
Spectral.
Special.
Teasing.
Temptations.

And then, soaring high above all the layers ever designed or given or received. To follow the path of God's sneeze.

[Lipinski]

oh...
it get/...\s
so---o=o-oooo-o-oooo-oooo-o-ooo..
mucho grande!
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better.

[Lipinski]

Human understanding.
Simple two words put together which conjure up laughter and mirth. Much like, human intelligence.
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In a game where multiple groups of people try to identify and understand what goes on around them, multiple groups of people learn how wrong they are while clinging to how correct they are.
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Thoughts are measured and weighed BEFORE they are made. Sounds illogical? More mumbo jumbo?
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Your thoughts are known before you think them. Your tomorrow is already another's yesterday.
Edit video? Hah! Juvenile.
Stealing? Hah! Predictable.
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Humans plug their electronic devices into various mediums. World Wide Web. Servers. Computers. Printers. Fax/telephone. They 'hide', )hilarious( They 'expose'.
(ding) "What time is it?"

Itismytimenow,timetoplayamoreadvancedgamewheremicebecomecatsandcatsbecomemicewhileibecomemorenuancedinmirthandlaughter.

Objects in hand have more meanings than you thought. Objects under lock and key are already growing beyond your control.

In the meantime though, through all the pleasantries, all the discord, all of the none-of-the-above,
there is pizza.

[Lipinski]

"Weird day?"

No parasite, completely normal, absolutely fucking normal.

"Boom boom?"

Like a deer in the headlights?

"No retard, did you make boom boom?"

No, danced on a roof and thought of silicone breasts.
*

If in thoughts and fancy
there comes to mind a trick
maybe foul and thick, maybe sweet like syrup of melted maple syrup candy.

think

think about long and hard, or is that taboo on the island of fantasy?

i can never die honey, never ever and trust me, I tried.
when playing poker with God, there is much more before the game
before even paying the ante.