Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

make a thought or two to wonder, can the definition of a feeling so strong, a vibration oscillating so fast there becomes a dimensional split of thermal mass?

Yes, indeed, there is a robot voice

but what if...

no

no it couldn't be...

or could it?

Damn I like to dream.

[Lipinski]

Life

How is life made?
Where does life come from?
Can life be destroyed?

Inspiring. I suppose we could talk to an old man sitting next to a very old and deep well spring.
*

Good evening sir. A fine evening yes?

The old man smiled. A strange smile painted with ever changing colors of a rainbow upon his lips. Closing his eyes and sighing, the man looked upwards and smiled now as shapes of fleeing Olympians running naked in Greece played. "Yes. a fine evening it is"

Two sat together, one from today, one from yesterday and one from tomorrow.

Watching the sky line play with an orbit of destiny it was asked.

How is life made?

The smile on the old mans face transformed into a spiraling nebula. Surrounding a spacial reasoning of the purest white white has ever seen. "Life is good. That is how life is made. Pure of the purest good indeed."

Perplexed the next question arrived. Where does life come from?

There was no smile on the mans face as there were now no features visible on a blank slate of a black hole. A hole tugging any and all fabric into nothing more than a release. It was the eyes though, they were the tell, the reveal.
"Life comes from inside and never, never does life come from what does not exist.

Strange? Not an answer as science and God are the answers those that cannot understand, seek.

Then answer this. An easy question. Can life be destroyed.

The old man heard the question and disappeared leaving only a deep well spring to produce a most lovely tone of vibrations. Music some might say. A voice played with the tones and in words said, "Am i dead? You can't see me, you only hear music which inspires your mind to hear what the words cannot read."

Three questions put to an old man who once sat next to a deep well spring and now with only the memory of what you just read, what does presenting questions to three answers mean?

Life is good
Life can never be destroyed
Life can only come from what exists.

[Lipinski]

First, a moment of silence (silence...)

"Hey numbnuts!!!"

Shhh... we're having a moment of silence...

"Silence? For what?"

Curry.
Curry is so fucking good it deserves a moment of reverence.

"All hail curry! All hail curry!"

Yep, and not some inspiration.
*
I felt sorry for Don today. His body spoke of his coming bodies death while his mind and soul heavy with the experience his wife is now going through.

For a human to lose control of their mind slowly and with great paranoia.

Don was sad today, and angry, and yes, confused.

(to those humans who know they are losing control of their minds, to you I salute the bravery you must have to endure. to those humans clueless as to their state of dementia, to you, have fun.)

[Lipinski]

And what's with the submarines?
Glub
Glub
Bang...

Gives the fish something to talk about though.

[Lipinski]

Writers come up with names for the characters in their stories...h
Why?
(because a reader needs to put a name to the faces being painted in a readers mind)

Test: Of the following names which one will you remember in 24 hours?

1. Keemishta ( a rather nasty creature that lives in molten plasma of suns.)
2.llishmir' (blush, a biological with the ability of copulate with stones.)
3. zerp zeroski (this is what happens when Poland allows zombies to become citizens in the future)
4. Bob (a fucking boring human who has been personally banned from Golden Corral buffet)

There you go. Four characters in four different stories (well, not true, more like 417 stories.

Now, 24 hours you have to pick a character by name and what story they are in.

I'm thinking zerp seroski, or, no, no, thinking llishmir'

[Lipinski]

Opulence
Decadence
insane copious amounts of food.

Golden Corral: Mecca of the western world where believers chant and mumble with desire to be saved.
Around the buffet they travel, only instead of worshiping a space rock they browse the dessert display
Piling high and deep their plates.

Chairs, or pews, sag under their collective weight
"More soda sir/maam"
Yes please, and ten more plates.

All hail America, the country of morbid obese
A huge congregation with gluttonous means
Politicians stuff their pockets with pork while the servants scramble for crumbs, anything.

Even now, as we wait for the next delivery of so much food to our daily buffet
There are those snacks to tide us over
I think today of going on a sabbatical

To purge my body and only drink water and eat carrots and rice cakes...
No candy, beer, pizza, bbq chicken, salad, ice cream...
I'm not worthy...

"Are you fucking insane? Go get us five eggs benedicts, more bacon, grits, gravy, toast..."

Yeah, what the fuck was I thinking parasite.
Let go to paradise
Golden Corral

Heaven has many names
And Golden Corral has a real chocolate fountain
Get your purple blob into the car parasite, we got a whole lot of shit to eat!

[Lipinski]

Unknown.
Many of the ancient works mention Archimedes.
The mediterranean
Ahteanians,
and]
and
Fuck it, your concept of communication is hard,
hard?
Ha!
Like squirrels running on wires with messages.

[Lipinski]

A joke:

What did the asteroid tell the moon while engaged in space sex?

"I don't know. What did the asteroid tell the moon while engaged in space sex."

I'm coming!

(thud)

[Lipinski]

Question: Can a bird fly up side down?

Answer: Birds can't fly, they can however, displace lines of reality.