Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgh50vFw-jo

Links to show linked thoughts... How very inspirational.

Power.
Corruption.
Publishers.
Writing.
Reality.

Humans did not come from monkeys, they devolved from sheep...
*

All hail the Government
Bow to those that take taxes and make waste
Create a virus in China and reward them with money for cheaply built, shitty masks.

How novel to gain such power, even children as young as two now have to wear them
Parents? Have children at home? Protect them by wearing a full body suit and for extra protection, not only three masks
but a condom.

The irony of all this shit is that no matter how many viruses, no matter how many rules the governments make...
masks will fail to even try and stop
the coming mass of fallout called
radiation.

[Lipinski]

Minnesota Pride event yanks Satan-worshipping, incest-fetish pornographer from performing at Drag Queen Story Hour after backlash

Now if the above bit of 'news' is not inspirational for some kind of story, writers with writers block are doomed!
*

The Talking Penis

"Hello boys and girls, my name is Dick, and I'm a girl that lives in a big house near the Fairgrounds. Do you all know where the Fairgrounds are?"

"Yeah! It's near Uranus!" Spoken by a foul smelling, ugly, purple blob oft known as the, parasite.

"Now, that's not nice. You are not nice at all."

"And you're not a girl. Look at yourself in a mirror, you're a giant penis." The parasite was correct as Dick actually looked like a penis with a mushroom shaped head. Maybe it was genetics or DNA?

"I have to ask you to leave this story hour. You are a horrible, horrible, creature..."

"And you're a butt ugly ding bat!"

"All right you two. Knock it off. You're both scaring the class." Which was true as most of the four-year olds were crying while the rest either picked boogers out of their noses or were curled up sleeping on a blanket.

"It started it," the pissy dick spouted. (heehee, hr my, i sure can amuse myself)

"Fuck you robin, you're a dick head also."

The day was just another usual, Story Hour, in everyday U.S.A.

On a final note, a young child raised his hand.

"Yes Timmyantha?"

"I was wondering, can we get the Satan worshipping drag queen wanted for being a pedophile for the next Story Hour?''

(there was a pause)

The teacher was thinking back to when he/she/it was a child. The first thought to then be voiced was, "I'll see if my uncle can cum."

The End

[Lipinski]

The planet speaks as it always sings out the vibrations being plucked by a sun
Strumming strides of orbital spin leading into timed sequences of time and dance.

Last night of a night before and after, it spoke of how mankind flails in the freedoms imposed
of how
and how
it is how
now here it
Howwwwwwl!

Beneath the feet the magma flows in heated disgust
So many chances these past millions of seasons
and for what?

Mustered stance now as the armies surge forward to a war of fate as the Tail and Talon rip open the very heart
of rock...
It is
and it has
begun.

[Lipinski]

A senior of the walker variety
said, "How did that happen Bob?"

Standing young and proud; tolerable to Jim,
Bob said, "Age."

Young and old bring out the best in cheese, be it mild and smooth,
or
there is indeed the strength of younger days
while too, standing in shadow
of the ancient Oak Tree.

To know then and then today
so with a young mind/old mind
)
(
)
Asking the questions with history
with ability to applaud,
or while most in a world thine,
utter the words,
fuck it.

[Lipinski]

smoke outside
with some now inside
and between
a cough and then
a sneeze.

[Lipinski]

The wasp is a wonderful tool of purpose
Plucking about the air with the mechanical strength of steam.

Watched a walk by with wings swept back
Seeking the heat of arm and beat

Stripes to mark a body
Stinger to remind
Such the wasp mind.

[Lipinski]

Neld was a common name of the people bearing title, those of the shadows of the Tree. And while the name itself was common, Neld himself was definitely, not common.

Slaying is the polite term to define slaughter. Neld was not polite though as he slaughtered many Torsian's. Such the brutality as the brunt force of his battle axe split not only the brittle shell of skull, but it skewed in two the very spine of any opponent large or small.

Neld. Neld the giant. Neld the dragon slayer...

Neld was indeed not a common Neld,
nor were his pink bunny slippers!

[Lipinski]

Inspiration for stories are everywhere. They are in the boring day-to-day mundane examples of reality. They are inside all minds. Inspiration is like the air breathed by mammals of land and fish of the sea.

Lately the news deals a lot with politics, race, idiots, and of course the big news is now about the Taliban being in charge of some dirt called, Afghanistan. The Taliban are haters of Christians and Jews and would rather rape women than listen to them. There is a story on just this simple topic that has been a piece of fabric for humanity for thousands of years...Hate. Kill. Rape. Destroy.

Seventh Day Adventists say they believe in God, believe in family, believe in a lot of 'good', yet they hate Catholics. Catholics used to hate Protestants, and still do in many places. Everyone hates Jews. Atheists say they don't hate but it does not matter as all, ALL humans are hate filled little creatures.

What is worse? A Christian hating another Christian or a Muslim hating a Christian? Or, for that matter, a Christian hating an Atheist (Atheist is a proper noun as it too is a religion) or an Atheist hating a Christian?

"Who gives a fuck numbnuts. Are you a religious freak now? Shit, living with you as a moron is bad enough let alone more of this, God, crap."

You too parasite, a hate filled little purple blob.

"You bet your big ass I am. I hate everyone, especially writers. Pompous pricks if you ask me."

Let me ask you parasite. What do you think of Christians?

"Dicks"

What do you think of Jews?

"Assholes"

Muslims?

"Inbred"

Atheists?

"Retarded"

Retards?

"Hey, no fair, retards are just retards."

So, you prove the point that this world is filled with hate. However, there is some light for hope and potential. Today Milly, Jubalee, and Arty were tested by a Monster. A very powerful Monster, and they passed the highest bar with flying colors. It is rewarding in its example how three children can save a doomed world...
*

The Body

Once the lamb lay with the lion, it was a moment of peace and serenity so sincere the very stars themselves knelt before the scene.

A left arm turned the world into many rooms, the right filled these rooms full of knowledge.
The lamb was chosen to be slaughtered by the lion
It was angry and the choices became the pages of death.

The surface of reality ripples as the stones of anger are cast, so much so that the waves reach great heights; washing away everything in their paths. This once smooth surface freezes solid, capturing the very feelings of the world inside.

For it is real, this illusion of hate and death
A choice for each and every creature alive to take their first breath of air tainted by what they had become
and to choose to keep the blinders of hate firmly in place.

While on this very plain of existence, it is so obvious...
it truly is
and it is here for all to see if only they become familiar with the child inside
it is a good place to live
it is...
good.

(The above was not written by the parasite or a shell named, robin. A Monster put it into perspective)

[Lipinski]

Eating 1 hot dog claims 35 minutes off life, study suggests

"I thought immortals can't die? But did you see what happened to Snipply? He died!"

"Snipply died? That's impossible! Snipply was immortal." Immortals are a boring lot and tend to talk a lot about mundane topics, however, Snipply is, or was once, immortal. Apparently though, he died.

"What caused Snipply to die?" A logical question I suppose. Especially since immortality by definition means to NOT die...

"I don't really know. I do know he took a vacation to a shit hole planet called, Earth."

"Why the heck would Snipply go to Earth. Everyone knows Earth is a shit hole planet filled with primitive life forms.

"Yeah, right? But apparently Snipply liked the cusine there"

(We now go back in time to a shit hole planet called, Earth. Snipply had just arrived and landed in a gigantic shit hole city called, Chicago)

"Get yer dogs here. Sabots. Frankenweenies. Kosher. We got your dog. Come one, come all!" A very obese vendor was hawking the condensed pig parts to any who was hungry for the treat.

"Excuse me sir. Do you people actually eat dogs?" Again, a logical question an immortal would ask, and Snipply was an immortal.

"Hot dogs ya moron. Where ya from? Mars? Ain't ya ever hear of a hot dog?"

"I am not from Mars, I'm from..." But before Snipply could finish the vendor said, "Are ya gonna buy a dog or what?"

"Uhm, yes. I will make a transaction and try a dog..."

After tasting one, Snipply tried another, and another, and soon Snipply tried all kinds of hot dogs. There were the spicy ones bedded in lightly toasted mash potatoes. There were the pickled dogs with sauerkraut. Since the planet was covered in pigs, there was no shortage of snouts, tails, entrails, and stuff swept off the floor in meat packing factories.

If one were to calculate how many hot dogs Snipply ate, it was in the millions...

Yes. It is true that Snipply was once immortal but his love of hot dogs did him in. Thankfully though, his body was still immortal due to the perfect preservation of his body due to the nitrates and preservatives.

The End.
*

"Man, that was finally a story I can relate to! Good job shit head."

Thank you parasite. Want another hot dog?

"Thanks. Yes I will. Smother it in puppy sauce."

Okay.

[Lipinski]

Logic or comedy?
maybe more so,
Comedy or Logic?

It sounds logical such the emotion of comedy.

A laugh
or two
or three

yes

there it is...

Comedy wins over Logic
(wink)
any day.

[Lipinski]

Thor has elf blood.
He tried to hide it.
Imagine, a turtle trying to hide its shell, or a sun trying to hide its shadow.

People are good at hiding.
Spiders can hide in an open view without the prey ever knowing the maker of the web.
An osprey surprises fish feeling they are hidden below a watery plain.

Yes, Thor has elf blood and he smiled when confronted with the fact
i almost feel sorry for those hidden fairies
as Thor sneaks up
and slaps those silly little beauties
on the ass.

[Lipinski]

A blink
A boom
A fireball explodes
overhead.
and you know what boys and girls?
It's gonna be hot one tonight fer sure
oh look ma
no head!

[Lipinski]

Light on the Watchtower

The stone masons did what all good stone masons do, they build with stones.

If there is one stone mason it takes him a long time to build a simple house, if there are hundreds of stone masons, it makes building a castle a lot more easy.

For years the masons worked on and built a very large and wonderful centerpiece of a kingdom. This kingdom had enough resources to take on such endeavors as building bridges, roads, arena's and some really impressive stone castles.

In the kingdom the masons finished their job and the Kings newest building was ready to occupy.

This kingdom was powerful, as powerful as the previous kingdom, and even the one before that. It had armies, ships, farms, industry. Its people worked and paid taxes to their king.

The problem with kingdoms is they are attacked. Castles are destroyed. Citizens killed. Kings assassinated. A very old story and the new castle in the new kingdom was no different.

This latest castle was a place where...

"We interrupt this shitty story to announce that it is Trumps fault for the Chinese virus, the fall of Afghanistan, herpes, and Kamala Harris cackling at herself in front of a mirror."

Parasite?

"Yes?"

Good morning. What is it you're rambling about now? I'm trying to write a story about a light.

"Really? Sounds more like, blah, blah, blah..."

Yeah. That's what it sound like but it sure looks different after a night of...
*
The latest castle was a place where it was to be the last place the warning light would burn.
The stones would fall from place.
The ground would reclaim the heights.
The dust of grind and turmoil would gain flight.
The kingdom would enter a cloud of blackness while overhead the ravens, those birds of hell, soared high above
sounding
in
a diminishing cry of
laugh.

[Lipinski]

'I know witchcraft, I’m going to curse you and your firstborn son' - Change My Mind Shorts
Louder with Crowder

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHaaa!

"I know witchcraft..." what a moron.

Inspirational though.
*

A Curse

Curse away a world, a world filled with those who curse and know
Using what they think will work
and finding justification.

Magik is and humans are not
Love is and is Life
Hate is and humans are

It it anger leading to angry foolishness when invoking what not one, not one 'human' knows
It is not good...
It is not good when fools dabble in what will only tear them apart with a curse far more powerful than any mind can accept.

You want a pumpkin turned into a carriage?
You want to go to the ball?
You are what you are
and no magic wand or words of gibberish will get you anything other than confused
unless
with the power of peace, you close your eyes, give thanks to God
and smile...
in this, IT IS possible to move mountains and create a magical world.

[Lipinski]

Woman banned from zoo after unhealthy relationship with chimp: ‘He loves me’

Hey parasite. Wanna try your hand at writing something about the above headline?

"What? You want me to write about a human female wanting to fuck a a chimp?"

Is this what your mind thought when reading the headline?

"Yeah. What did you think the headline was about? Feces flinging contest?"''

Yes. That is what I thought. The chimp and human were doing what they do best, fling shit.
*

It's All Shit

By: The stupendous, fantastic, glorious, wonderful, supreme being known as, The Parasite

It is all shit.
Monkeys, humans, squirrels, aardvarks, gold fish, politicians, television commercials, news, monkeys, humans, humans, monkeys, penguins.

It is all shit!
It is...
is...
well, it is all shit except dolphins.

The End.
*

(silence)

That was absolutely a shitty bit of writing parasite. What was I thinking asking you to write anything?

"I'm gonna go find some dolphins, they are cool and exciting whereas you are a pile of..."

Wait! I know. You were going to say I'm a pile of shit. Right?
.
"No. You are a pile of transparent paradoxes boarding on the condition of Hyperbilirubinemia ."

sigh.

[Lipinski]

interesting day. Rocks. Rock. Concrete. Sweat. Work.
an interesting man he is. talked with a mountain lion (strange?) no, it is not strange, it is.
the lion talked and it took two hours though only a couple of minutes went by.
A lion
A lynx
A bobcat

The stench of rotting whitetail deer all around as they die from blue tongue
yet
deer jumping across the road and one very hungry doe gobbling apples fallen from the tree.

Old Chevy cars and trucks placed as they had to be.
The differences between a 235, 292, and a 216
and snakes.

Thor was first bit by a wasp, now he has felt the fang of a rattlesnake.
A spider
A bird, and then he is done.

To this world it becomes clearer and clearer and the paper people start to fold into shapes of being lost to control.

Such the inspiration and tired feelings of shadows trying to dominate the light, only, the snake is a reminder of what happens to those who touch the anger.
***

To light a fuse and wait for the explosion sets a tingle as the children play with firecrackers
Hands held to a fire to see if maybe this time it will not burn
Fighting for reaction
Actions silent as the words pummel a world.

Maybe the noticed nakedness bring\s the clothing of comfort
Maybe it brings peace to replace the warrior thoughts
Maybe the illusions of what is not turns aside what it is

this is now where the laws are kept while the Law is broken; pieces scattered to be smashed against the mountains where stability is smug and aloof; pinnacles and peaks being free of the laughter clouds drench with sunlight as a friend

All this from a rock on a board, a rock under a bed, a trap laid to catch the unwary hunter and it is never fooled nor
taken for granted.

Amen.

[Lipinski]

back in the day there was a glider ride in New Delhi that cost 100 rupees which at that time was equal to $10.
it was fun and fun that the city stunk the same high in the air as it did on the ground.
inspirational though.
*

A bird makes flight seem easy. A flap. A beat. A wing stretched to glide.
Up and down the thermals, a metaphor of sorts
A release.

Man takes the material from the ground and forms a fuselage and wings
Some seats, another powered plane attached to a cable
A flip of the prop and
A release.

Inside the canopy the sound of wind whistling
Maybe in laughter? Or crying about the folly of land dwellers taking flight?
Regardless, any and all birds shied away.

It is fun though...
Flight
Gliding
Smells and sounds and then ultimately a landing.

Remembering the day of flying above a very old city
A city where Maharaja once played with falcons
and now with the falcon replaced with aluminum and plastic, a man's idea of how it feels to soar
and strangely upon landing upon a field of grass
A release.

[Lipinski]

Deal With Drugs

By; Reality

THC, ah yes, the bliss of smooth ass and firm tits

Cocaine, of course
the
king
of
the
euphoria world...

Moonshine: liquid to conquer whatever it is it wants

Tobacco makes such serene smoke

Taking such erases all such feelings for me

except...

Moonshine makes me strrrrrrip nekked N HOOOOOWLL! at the mOOOOnNnNnNn!

[Lipinski]

in the air there exists the line

nothing can be seen, except those stars and planets; picture of line of what is and what is....

between here and there, and of this no doubt seeks refuge, not even distance can tear the picture.
***********
**********
*****
*
*
*
*
*****
***********
*************
clarity now so much detached and yet
absolute focus
******************************
**************
*********************
**
****
it was necessary
to construct a new room in my mind
****
**
while tearing apart every hinge on every door of that which chose to open.

[Lipinski]

John Cleese. Old and yet awake
Today. Young and woke
Tomorrow is running as fast as it can.

Censor and sigh
Freedom to die

Young is so Old
Old is so Young

Damn...

[Lipinski]

Word of the day:

[Lipinski]

crickets know no politics
they care nothing for inflation or money
crickets sound nice
much nicer than people
and they sing in the cooling air of night.

[Lipinski]

"HaHaHa! Puppy piss! Serves ya right."

Yeah. Sure. But Thor can kick your ass.

*

Kronlik was a man of few words. "Gea, this be the needs of a wurld.."

"What's that? Another drink?"

"Ya sod bastard, i talkin about a woman naked in front of hearth, a sword by her side."
***

Democrats unhinged after SCOTUS allows Texas law barring abortions after 6 weeks to take effect: 'Chaos on the ground'

there, flying with determination as if freely carried by a wind, a rhythm, a beating vibration
it whispers, you know
of times of cahse and hutne
such a vibration of remember

now the staccato of television, anger of venting, a dogs bark, a whole fucking world.

and in only a moment of now and forever
already changing in /\vibrations\/
in less than a microsecond
Love enters with Life
an eternal beating
Heart.

[Lipinski]

Massachusetts Democratic AG rejects petition to protect infants born alive, calling it 'highly ambiguous' and 'impossible' for voters to understand

"Oh shit... more abortion inspiration? Why do you care? Kill em all and let the worms sort it all out."

You'd make a perfect human parasite. That is, if you weren't gender neutral, purple, ooze mucus, and stink.

"And you are a perfect example of an idiot."

Yep.
*

Many, not all; humans accept and embrace abortion as a woman's right
Many, not all; human governments pass laws embracing abortion as a woman's right

How can humans believing in such ever be considered to be compassionate, loving, considerate of others, non-racist?

The answer is simple: They can't

The real answer regarding abortion is simple: It has nothing to do with a woman's right to choose. It has to do with the power of hate and evil over the hearts of all even considering the murder of a child. And as such, everything else becomes meaningless.

Holocausts to saving puppies at the dog pound.

Any means of trying to justify an abortion of a human baby is nothing more than a lie.

And now a poem written by an idiot who talks to a writers parasite for fun and has never been pregnant and is definitely male.
*

But

But I was raped! The man was vile and now I have his baby.
But I can't afford raising a child now, my work is important.
But
But
But...

It is it seems, a woman's sole right to kill a baby
oh
wait
but it seems a right of a country to wage war and kill any and all called, enemy.

He goes to some kind of church yet hangs a sign on his property, "Trespassers will be shot on sight."

She fucks anything she wants, but so does he, and together it's a simple procedure to suck out some lifeless remains.

Sex is good. But, sex is bad.
God is good but why does God allow such horrible things

It sure would be nice if humans chose to not hide behind the lies and excuses
For a man to take responsibility for his sperm
For a woman to take responsibility for her eggs
but
for those embracing pure evil
that would be ins.

Except for this is true inside/outside, an absolute Truth above any 'but' or 'me'
this being
It
Is
Impossible to destroy Life by ANY human
not even evil can do such a thing.

[Lipinski]

There is inspiration in the past few years regarding female teachers having sexual relations with male teenage students.

To show the hypocrisy of society it is easy to write something about it.

If a reader is a true male then the thoughts are, "Where was that teacher when I was 16?"

If a reader is a true female then the thoughts are, "(blank)" Female thoughts are too complicated to write about so I ignore them.

If a reader fluctuates between male and female the the thoughts are varied ranging from, "Burn the teacher with tar and then bury the remains in a swamp!" to "I wonder I paid my credit card bill?" or even, "Oh look, lets go burn a police station!"

"You're starting to scare me now? Everything okay numbnuts? Wanna security blanket and suck on one of my appendages?"

Nope. Gonna write about female teachers fucking male teenage students.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go smear peanut butter on my head."
*

"Robert, can you stay after school today? I need to talk to you about your assignment?"

Robert was a footballer, meaning he played soccer and not that stupid American game where steroid taking neanderthals spout about racial injustice while raking in millions for slamming their meat sacks against other meat sacks. Robert however, was handsome and thin. For some women, he was considered very attractive. For Susan, the teacher, Robert was a fine hunk of male meat and she was curious to see how he could handle his young cock.

"Sure Miss Anderson. I'll stop by before practice this afternoon."

The rest of the day went quickly. The teacher taught her lessons in biology, all the while thinking about the meeting with Robert.

For Robert, he attended his classes and thought about females and sex as well as females and sex, and also, sex and females. Robert never thought about sex and males, but sometimes he thought about sports. Robert was a normal male teenager.

The bell rang in the school at 3:15, announcing the end of another school day. Robert stowed his books in his locker and went to see Miss Anderson.

It was a most excellent biology lesson in room 201. Susan was surprised at how well Robert fucked and Robert was happy to think about females and sex.

After the two parted, Susan wore a smile and hummed a happy tune while driving home, in her mind she thought about (blank) while Robert went out on the soccer field and kicked ass, scoring two goals, smiling and humming a happy tune while in his mind he thought about females and sex.

[Lipinski]

thanks B and K. Much needed in ways for most....unimaginable.

"Oh crap... Again?"

Yes indeed mien litten glob of goo.
*

Present

Arms, a warrior would say
Persian blood mixed with his horse
Buried in battle
in pride
of glory.
.
.
.\
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............/

In the gifts though; received heartily with a smile

..............
\

beyond now, any battle a mortal can receive
in spirit today, yesterday, or tomorrow, in such and so many ways......................................
.......................................................................
.............................................
.......................
relieved.

(and so, B'man, you see? but yet again, the real question is, did you see.

[Lipinski]

"Ya, I was abducted by them creatures from outer space." Mirtile was a hardy back woods redneck and she had seen a lot in her life. So talking to a reporter was simple compared to overhauling a tractor engine.

"Do you remember what happened?" He was a young reporter. Hailed from the big city called, New York. This was one of his first assignments and he found Mirtile to be exciting in her mannerisms. He had never met a country girl before and he was impressed.

"Sure I remember. They had me restrained in some sort of green jello type of stuff. I could move my head and wiggle a bit, but I could not move my arms or legs."

"Did they touch you?"

Mirtile blushed as she remembered the event as clearly as if it had just happened a few minutes ago. "Yes."

"Can you tell me more about the aliens?"

"Can't say for sure. It appeared they were like smoke tendrils drifting in a controlled method."

"Controlled? How do you mean."

"Well, when they touched me at first I felt nothing but then the tendrils took on a sense of feeling. I could feel the tendrils as they covered my body. A weird sort of vibration accompanied the touch and before you knew it I was naked."

The reporter was amazed on how Mirtile could discuss her experience in such a nonchalant way. His questions grew longer and it was almost an hour more of what exactly had happened in the abduction.

"Amazing experience. Fantastic. I believe you. What did the government do when they interviewed you?"

With a smile growing larger while her eyes squinted closer together, she leaned forward to the reporter and said, "Nothing. They did absolutely nothing..." and with a laugh spiraling tongues of smoke slithered out of her mouth, and quickly secured the young reporter to a blob of some sort of green jello...

Soon, he was naked and screaming in fear as Mirtile disrobed and whistled slowly as she moved with purpose of Universal Creation towards the terrified young man.

[Lipinski]

The following is meaningless to any readers or writers unless they happen to be Agent Barton.
*

winking and blinking; lights show the parade
and how did the computer explain?

China wished but was not granted
Russia pushes and yet stalled
now
the USAF
ah yes
F-22 Raptors
F-35
B-1
A
big
BIG
mess...

Clean up needed
on aisle
five.

and a little bit of magic dust for North Korea
I guess
they could be a bit of a rub
or
Aladdin's Lamp.

"Lets Light er Up boys! Whoohoo!"

[Lipinski]

farther and farther; path so defined, so small and narrow; it is
once there existed the possibility of hope, of meaning to try and strive in a world given so, so, so
many
chances...

possibilities exist on a highway near and close to the minds; murky and full of haze; wide as infinity and immeasurable; it is
and so they choose the illusions like fish rising towards a ripple on the surface containing nothing of sustenance
only the effort needed to expand a decision.

given a Compass so easy to read there is no darkness or decision of delusional thinking which can alter
or change
the needle...

deeper now
aloof and free from any path, highway, galaxy
following the point
home
and in this
it is beyond
good...

[Lipinski]

Is Earth a planet of life?
Or is Earth a planet of death.

Diamonds so hard and brittle, even they fall away, void of life and matter

Grass springs eternal, to grow so proud and then die away.

Look at the people,
wearing funny clothes
trinkets of adornment
and thoughts?
Oh my!

As i sit here listening to the sights, it brings one such as myself, comfort.

To talk of words such as comfort and life
while feeling the vibrations of death...

The question of Earth being a planet of life or death...to really understand the answer you must be both.