Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Thor uses his nose as means for gaining attention. Thrusting it up under the typing arm and then, 'woof!'

People want attention.

Writers don't know what they want but they want to write

Politicians are attention in need of paying attention

All creatures in some form or another try to gain attention.

Mating rituals necessitate the need for attention

The stink of the rotting flesh of death obviously gain attention

For all the ways there are to gain attention, Thor's nose and bark demanding attention lead for the need to write about it and thus draw attention to the obvious.

[Lipinski]

at first thought...clouds
..............and then, to write as if a transgender...................
and then.

~

There was an idea for writing of the physical sheer terror of riding a 79' VW bus down the wrong way in a freeway...
and then............

Ink Master and dimensions. or maybe. Title: A Hippie and an Ant

~

it is easy to enter a computer
it is easy to enter a mind.

[Lipinski]

and another thing...

"You're rambling again numbnuts. A good day of coinage and you tend to ramble. Always happens when eating chocolate."

I did eat a chocolate dragon ball, does that make me a bad person?

"You are totally a bad person. Which is one of the main reasons I hang out with you. And let me guess...You are now inspired by being a barnacle beneath an old British Warship under the Admiralty of Horatio Nelson?"

Ye gods parasite! Uncanny even. Bizarre and amazing! You guessed it. i am currently a barnacle under Her Majesties Ship, Agamemnon.
*

The winds calm before the battle of 1781
smelling the waters of French cuisine
fouled oil of piss.

1794 now the rail guided by a captain barren of his right eye

1795 and still the French try to bed the sails

Mutiny coming and still the wooden plank i ride
Riding with mermaids and monsters of the sea until after all the battles
After so many rotting years of means
to finally join the bottom of the sea in 1809
now forever rooted upon a rock
a barnacle listening to the spirit of the sea,

[Lipinski]

I did it!

"Oh shit...What did you do?"

I made fish sticks in a new air fryer all by myself without any adult supervision.

(the parasite had been busy during the night playing with many strange creatures and was not in the mood for robins bullshit rambling, so it said) "And I put purple ooze on Tinkerbell just to watch her gasp and wheeze. Now, be a good boy and go away and die."

Nah. Just cuz you're in a bad mood does not mean I have to. Which leads to the inspiration provided by bottle caps.

"Bottle caps? Are you sure those were fish sticks?"

Parasite, for me this world is nothing more than rotting carp made into fish sticks. And thus the inspiration of a simple and lowly item called, bottle cap.
***
(during the nightly travels, to build a most magnificent wall. inside the wall buried so many . Agents, today more will follow.)

Glass once the common elements in sand
melted to form a vessel

From the heat of a Sun surrendered, now to cool the consciousness of knowledge; filled and then capped to store the flavor.

In a hand the feeling is solid
Totally in control with the ability to cast and shatter
or
consume
or
store for some day better

Until there comes the moment when the thirst and hunger demand a taste
and so
today while the grass is green and the snow falls to fuck with Spring
a taste...

Ahh, yes, this is better.
Ripping away the seal of obscurity secure in being alive, alone, and free

Sipping the effervescent as the bubbles giggle away in drink

A song comes to the lips now, a smooth glass rim
Gushing down a dry throat
and then...
another
and another

Bottle caps are no match for the needs
for today i choose to be alive in a world of death
enjoying the fruits of labor and sleep
sated by the smallest of and one of the most insignificant things...
a bottle cap
stout guardian working without complaint and telling me the secrets of some very
very
strange
ingredients.

[Lipinski]

A Mexican boy trying to beat his system
Hooked up with the good and bad.
...............................................with others, even those pretending to have faith............
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.................0...............................................hooked into something more than being a fool.
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"I'm different, " when promised no more time on the streets...............
.................talks of hope and possibility..........0

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while in the ocean blue a blue marlin doing the same...0......0........0.0...000.0.0000.0..00.0.0.00.0.0.
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"For a million bucks!"
...........) moneye ( or is it the eye on the money?)
.............0..................
at first the laughter of trash uniting the good and the bad////////................\\\\\\\\\\\\\
and then...........................................................................0;0;0.............
the marlin returned.
.
.
.
in fishing the battle is always the same as it is eat and be eaten
a fight
the will
the smile.

[Lipinski]

So China beat a corgi to death with a shovel. China has zero respect for humans so it definitely has no respect for dogs, cats, turtles, or the very planet they seek to infest. It could cause anger in some people and applause in others, but it does not matter as China's days have been numbered for a long time. Soon they will be nuked into radioactive waste along with many other countries. Countries that bash corgis in the head to countries that treat corgis better than human babies.

Are corgis the common theme? Are humans? The answer is...no. The common theme is that humanity has sought for its entire existence to destroy themselves and the inspiration is they finally found the perfect execution of horror. Disease. War. All of that is wonderful for destruction but the splitting of the atom is the perfect way to destroy Adam.
***

Nuclear Decay

Back into the picture of Adam and Eve
A man and woman together in a place free of the worries of death, war, and disease
Their knowledge was in a God and each other
Insatiable in appetite for more, they tried and in success they succeed.

It was not fruit of an apple or an evil influence of Evil...
No, it is the choices they made and cling too, an eye opening place of where humanity is today.

'Pushing the envelope' some say
'Stepping out of bounds' some say
Free will
Choice
My body
Me.

God cares but not this planet, no sir/ma'am, this planet could care less for anything and especially, humanity.

There are certain beings and ways which have meaning
Certain lifeforms will never come to the table as long as a human attends such a meeting
You can't see or hear them,
You can't talk or exchange dialogue with them
Strange how their beliefs and actions can save a planet from the infestation of the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve...

From ashes rise another line of acceptance and choices
Rising from the embers of a proud race of fools
Still clinging to the very end, the ignorance of the human race.

[Lipinski]

Shhh...
Quiet now as the Raven soars to carry the secret
Inside the beak there resides nothing of God
Its shadow upon the surface of like minds

A child sleeps secure, toys by the side, clean bedding, a full belly, surrounded by smiles
Mother killed by a stranger of her own choice
Father in another bed far from his own

Priests, pastors, ministers, rabbis, mullahs...
Old men and young fixated not upon the light of God, rather fixated by the glow their own eyes
Women all, no different, clamor as if a voice of sense when lies ooze from Satan's mouth

A Raven to meet an Eagle
both with power far beyond the sky known
One with God, One without
in the middle, a big fat black cat licks its paws in preparation for a meal of souls.

Listen, can you hear the battle?
Can you see the missing pieces as piece after piece is exchanged?
Courtesy and honor replaced with pride and envy

"God.
You. You are the stranger, the stumbling block
Because of you I cannot do as I want
Your 'rules'
Your 'power'
You are useless and unneeded.
And so you are dead to me and my needs.
I have no use for you and your kingdom.
Leave now and never come back!"

This now how a world comes to find 'itself'.
Eager and happy to be lead in flight to where the compass needle shows no path.
So many now and so many to come, all going down a drain in a circle getting smaller and smaller.

The golden calf is very much life itself
Golden glow of power and greed
as mankind turns its back on God and worships itself.

Writers write much. There is inspiration in much. Inspired to write comes from so much. Brothers against brothers or sisters against sisters; genders, ethnicity, age; against any and all, allied only to the reflection in the mirror.

Rape.
Murder.
Lies.
Hate.

God? If ever you were needed, it IS, now...
i pray You once more replace the mirrors made of mankind for mankind with the true face of
Yourself.

[Lipinski]

"HA! HA! HA!...Hardeeha haha!"

Yeah yeah. I know. Well deserved.

"Snort, chuckle, guffaw, giggle, tee hee hee..."

Well deserved indeed.
***

"I rode that sumbitch. That sumbitch was not able to shake me off." The tone of the small elf was not shrill and definitely not loud.

"I do not believe you (elf names are not for humans to know as humans don't believe in elves.) You surely must have fallen off?"

"No. I did do beat that sumbitch. Almost had me spurs in a knot but no sumbitch gonna control m!."

~ It is common knowledge that elves ride snowflakes. For () he was trying out his new language learned from old western movies. He felt himself to be a , cowboy, while riding the snowflakes.

Sad thing is though, while snowflakes are not dangerous they were not meant to be ridden...But that is a story....
for another time.

[Lipinski]

Imps playing with so many faces. To see and feel and know...
*

A knife of forged steel thrust into flesh and scarring bone.

Handle looking to be bone, or maybe the well formed and worked piece of hemlock

Opening a fragmented hawthorn mind, ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((round the Maybush.

She was so young when the Clan attacked the village

He was in love with her before he was even born, in his eyes to witness her torn to pieces by the dogs of eivile.
~

Dust of Fall as the leaves fell and rotted overnight, replaced with the coldness of all lost

He grew.

He remembered.

He forged a very special knife and with offerings made in kind by the powers of the forest, he traveled.
~

The Clan learned the hard lesson returned by what was now a Living knife.

[Lipinski]

"Breaking news! Putin finally relieved his constipation and gave birth to another Biden!"

If that's your attempt at humor parasite, you are not cool. If fact if you were on Twitter you'd be banned.

"Okay. So if I say: Breaking news! Trump's penis was found in the lower colon of an elephant! Would that also be banned?"

Probably.

"Why? Because it is a derogatory statement against a President of the U.S. of A.?"

No, it would be banned because of cruelty to animals...

(pause for some kind of weird digestion of what was just written/read)

"HaHa. You funny man. I change my breaking news. Breaking news! Linda storm was severely injured when the moped she was riding in Toopolo Mississippi caught on fire. Reason of fire is suspected to be due to a suicide squirrel bomber. Recently the squirrels in that town have decided to take their battle to
the humans."

"Like it? Would Twitter ban it?"

Doubtful. Elon Musk would not allow such earth shattering news to be censored. Besides, no sane human would ever think a rebellion by animals is even a remote possibility.

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Such a wonderful dog. 'Fluffy' was his name, or least another normal name for a wonderful dog such as, 'Duke, Sparky, Shit Head...

Fluffy loved his human providers of comfort. They fed him, brushed him, scratched that sweet spot just in front of his dick. Fluffy absolutely adored them.

One day, Fluffy went whacko bonkers. He woke for his long 14 hour nap and decided to attach the humans, so he...

1. Lunged at the male human while it was sleeping, and after quickly ripping the throat wide open, he then turned his attention to the screaming female.

2. Bit an electrical cord in half, and while being electrocuted, jumped onto the bed of the humans so they would all die together in a roiling ball of fire.

3. Realized the folly of his idea. No more belly rubs. No more bacon bits. No more comfy bed. So Fluffy ran up and licked both humans face.

Well. Whattia think parasite?

"I would have chosen number 4."

There is no number 4.

"Sure. It reads the following: 4. Realized that robin was behind this shitty story so Fluffy entered the cyber realm where he found robin and tore his balls off." The parasite further added, "And then he destroyed anything that could be used as evidence."

I like it. Number 4 it is indeed.

[Lipinski]

Religious cults are fun and inspiring.

Words are merely a convenient means of obtaining results for their decisions.

Take the word, god, for example. Some may think they mean God, but most of them mean god. Money and power for them is the definition of god.

7th day adventurists. Satanic fun clubs. Television holy lottery spinning.

What a smorgassssssssboard of folly. Fodder of worms for worms.

However, today is a day called, Good Friday. Interesting two words to describe the day a man named, Jesus was crucified.

Many believe the story behind Jesus. Many believe in what Jesus is/was/will be. Many do not.

A Nez Pierce elder told me he does not believe in Jesus. He said it is a god for the white man and was used to oppress his people and yet he believes in the Great Spirit. Interesting..
*

If there was no God there would be no people
There would be no laughter, crying, anger, joy.

Since there is a God, all the choices are their for the making
There is the daily flow of Life

To lead anything. To be a leader in all things.
First, you must lead by example...

Thanks Jesus,
You are da Man!

[Lipinski]

Shakira is an excellent voice of a woman. Her looks seduce you into surrendering your hearing. Her beat as rapid as a young mans heart. Dancing and bitten by ocean creatures; fitting the journey she has chosen.

Awhoo! Awhoo! Awhoo!

(this shit was brought to you via a simple label, Angry Orchard)

[Lipinski]

Musical lyrics, "You won..." and in her hands a lighter
A gift from a baby
"I wanted more but you moved onto better things..."

"5 to 6, the secrets never served. we call it fate.so to to see the date of our death"

That dam sun!
Still alive!
so strange?
to never feel shadows.

[Lipinski]

For some writers holidays are inspiring for a story. Christmas equals, 'Killer of the Milk and Cookies' title. Or Halloween being the , 'skeletons sang the old tunes'.

Today is a day known as, Easter. Another name, Easter. A name to show how a man who actually found his love for man and woman, to suffer, die, and be brought back to Life. Surely there must be some inspiration in this.

"You wouldn't know a chocolate bunny from a quasar moron."

Sure I would parasite. A quasar looks[/i like a chocolate bunny after blinking.
]

Luck

Is it luck to inhale and exhale?
Proving that life can exist on an orb of cosmic dust?

There are many parts and pieces
Tumbled about with so many ins and outs.

Coincidence?
Chance?

If all those words used to present perhaps,were used, what word would be left?
Intentional?
In-deed!

In Life of Creation, God's wisdom is not only a teaching moment, an experience, or even a test.
Will
There is a will
Inside and out.

If humanity could truly embrace the logic
It would see the inside and outside of God's humor
the way God rubs a Lucky Rabbit's foot...
Leaving then,
no doubt

[Lipinski]

Time check: Reality is it is still yesterday and tomorrow is already here. So much bullshit of joy and misery mixed like concrete at the bottom of a waste........)(........ water treatment plant.

1.
watched the cunning of a small hawk dive into a flying group of birds. he swooped and they swerved. One was separated and tried evasive tactics in vain as there is power in a group. the hawk zeroed in and today his meal will last him a place on this planet for another day.

2.
watched a woman smile in anticipation of a knee operation. so much pain caused by the emotions and the body. it is good to see a change.

3...............3,2,1.

(a picture is now inserted. maybe you can feel it or maybe you can even see it. the colors are heavy yellow with strong black influence. a red dot spirals and the nuclear temp is many Kelvins below absolute Zero)
a
In ship more of biological than inorganic substance, i travel\only used as
a
wave is not needed nor the binary completion of matters far from pushing gravity away
a
speed is not needed when positioned stationary
a
group causes me anger as they smile in secrets far from all and yet inside
a
rock
a
simple rock singing what can only be called confidence
as
comfort
comfort
comfort
a
always remains no matter how hard the physics disagree.
~

Where are the ancestors as the fire circles the trapped smoke?
Obsidian tempered harder than molten steel and yet the children play with the fire
It is
easy
to embrace the Jade plant
and drink the sour milk.

[Lipinski]

Sweden: Dozens arrested after protests over planned Quran burning"Please stop with this shit."

What shit parasite?

"You write crap."

No, the words themselves write themselves. It is a reader which turns it into gold or into shit.

"Oh goody, you really are a retard."

Maybe, but as a retard I'm still smarter than you.
*

Books have been burned by ignorance since the authors were burned before there were books.

What is truth?

Can that even be a question?

~

Humans have questioned themselves, and thus God, since words came into creation
~

Here is a simple question: Can one burn the words of God?

Or for that matter, can many?

~

The answers seeming so complex in all are all really simple.

The Voice of God is inside every human heart

Nothing of this world can destroy that

Not even the most atrocious of human actions in their darkest moments...

Besides the simple aspect of Truth there will always remain the reality that God IS

the best of the best at being the souls Author.

[Lipinski]

I like candy!

"So? I like deep fried boogers..."

So do I!

[Lipinski]

"You know you're gonna get hit by lightning for thinking such bullshit dont ya?"

i was struck by lightning so many times now, it makes the body feel young again.

"Whatever. I warned you."

Proposal to start 'After School Satan Club' at elementary school — a Satanic Temple program — goes down in flames

Satan is a name for one of the many faces of Evil. As such, Evil, or evil, has many names.

For writers many steer clear of using stories about God unless it is mostly about evil There is the usual fodder of demonic possession, horned demons, blah, blah, blah... But when it comes to God, there usually is the adoration literature or the comedic portrayal such as the actor, George Burns played.

As an example of what is lacking regarding God in the fictional or any other form of writing are those of God being a scientist, or a clown full of jokes and laughter. For many organized religions they would burn you at the stake for saying such whereas, they huddle together in fear when reading some literature about evil and its many names...

When one knows the full face of evil and all of the names Evil has along with knowing God, it is a most excellent form of inspiration.

i know Evil very, very well. I experience it constantly in so many ways. And the voice of evil is something you never want to hear unless you know how to respond. As for God, wow...It truly is amazing.

Now, for tonight's bit of mental torture. Tonight I will write of God getting a tattoo.

Currently on Netflix is a show called, Ink Master. An entertaining show filled with great talent. On some of the episodes the canvas (people getting a tat)they get to pick what they want and where on the body they want it...

Since God made many enemies and many friends, it would be interesting to see what God would have tattooed...
***

For a very long time, the old man worked doing the bidding of god. It was a good life full of adventure and never ever was there a dull moment.

The old man was a master of many skills. He could paint an actual sunset using real suns. He could forge iron into a galaxy. And today, he was a tattoo artist.

"Greetings friend," god said to the old man as an entrance was made into the shop.

"Hello to you too friend," it is good to see you again.

The two exchanged a couple of centuries of pleasantries. So many worlds filled with so much Life...There was much to talk about. Finally god said,"You probably are wondering why this visit."

Of course the man knew as the man was a part of god, but to play his part he said, "i am a bit curious."

god smiled. The old man was indeed a good friend. "As you know, the devil has had its run of the place on many worlds."

The old man smiled and nodded his head as god continued, " There is a tattoo you can do."

"Would you like another Dragon?" The old man loved god's dragons and it made sense tattoo that of which you love.

In reply god said, "No. The dragons are fine as they are. What is needed is a tattoo of satan..."

This did not surprise the old man as god did indeed have the most wonderful sense of humor. So the old man laughed in a very powerful way which caused the heavens to shake in lightning and thunder, many a mountain was leveled.

"Where would you like this tattoo god?"

(this part cannot be written or drawn. it must be witnessed, lived, and felt. it still remains while the rest is written)

The old man began his tattoo. It was beautiful! The inks were the many colors of oceans of thousands of planets filled with Life. For thousands of years the old man worked hard on the tattoo until sweat fell from his brow and the drops became thousands of new comets.

Finally, the tattoo was finished.

"Do you like it?"

god replied with a very glowing smile, "Indeed!" You truly are an Ink master."

In silence god left the shop leaving the old man with a new mission. A mission to bring a new dimension to the Universe. This caused a giant black hole to open and into the spinning maw, evil was drawn into and destroyed.

For a mortal to understand the metaphor it would be that God had a tattoo of Evil and evil itself drawn on the buttocks of god. The picture was of changing forms of both being pulled into the hole. Clawing, screaming, and demanding freedom,

There is much to learn for humanity and all the rest. And rest assured, it
is
good.

[Lipinski]

A black line thin or wide or long or short or
or
or...

How to describe a word of painted while exposing what's inside?

Sometimes words are misspelled or
forgotten
or
used in ways of such to describe.

Black is some form of color as there is the proof in contrast
and yet negro and whitey
cannot decide.

[Lipinski]

Headline: Woman Falls Into Toilet Trying to Fetch Phone in Western Washington Forest Outhouse

Actual article to present to your mind, some inspiration as to how you would interperate: BRINNON - The fire departments from the small north-western Washington towns of Brinnon and Quilcene responded to the top of Mt. Walker in the Olympic National Forest this past Tuesday after receiving reports that a female in her 40s fell into a toilet.

According to the Brinnon Fire Department, the woman told rescuers that while using the toilet, she dropped her cell phone down into the vault toilet, the kind commonly found in national parks and campgrounds. She then attempted to dismantle the toilet and retrieve it. After disassembling the seat and housing, she used her dog's leash to try fishing it out. Eventually, she took the leashes and tried to use them to support herself, which failed, and she fell into the vault head first.

After 15-20 minutes of attempting to get out, she used her phone to call 911. Crews from both fire departments responded to the mountain top.

The crews made a makeshift cribbing platform by passing them down to the woman and pulled her to safety.

The woman appeared uninjured. She was washed down and given a Tyvek suit to wear. The Brinnon Fire Department says the woman was strongly encouraged to seek medical attention after being exposed to human waste, but she only wanted to leave.

She thanked the responders and continued her journey back to California.

The Brinnon Fire Department says the woman was extremely fortunate not to be overcome by toxic gases or sustain injury.
*

She Only Wanted to Leave

A leaffff......golden.
From a tree there high upon a hill, an inquiry answered as if it was a wish
or at least
a prayer...

[Lipinski]

The Satanic Temple sues Pennsylvania school over after school club denial

As inspiration, think about this:

Evil respects the goodness of evil.
***

"You're a daffy one ain't ya moron..."

Just giving respects.

[Lipinski]

A thought:

What if?

What if the the weapons designed to kill so many...

What if those weapons we created could not kill us?
*

"Are you stoned?"

Not even close parasite, not by a long shot, or better than a rock to the head.

[Lipinski]

There is the thought... to write of Plato
Seems like yesterday
or tomorrow
And there was something about a city?
Atlantis?

Yet, outside the window,
this evening as the evening plays...
the ritual of the
Winged dance./size]

[Lipinski]

People and Society

Really? Since 'when' did any construct of humanity change?

Greed? Always been

Envy?'Always existed

Arrogant?''Wonderful trait of the self looking so proudly into their reflection.

~

Some say a demon loves to look into their own eyes and see for themselves what they are.

Some things though, are far older than humanity. As such, so much fun to write about.
~
***

Always was really never always.
It could not be always as there are ways to exist around any time of situations
always...

Remember when the power of Rome tried too?

Redwood trees live 1005 years and you would think they always would stand tall against the wind... and yet?
They fall.

Pride falls
Dignity falls
Rain falls
So much dedicated to the failure and fallacy of mankind

Rising above such, above the ceremony and law
Far into the heavens themselves
resides a calmness
a smile
with knowledge of better days.

[Lipinski]

"Arghhh!"

What's wrong parasite? Choke on a dolphin bone?

"Arghhh!"

Let me guess... Constipated?

"If you're gonna write, which you always seem to torture me with, write something new. How about writing something about vampire puppies or a tribe of women who are the worlds best split pea soup cooks?"

(ponder... ponder... pondering... arriving at the edge of some form of artistic sanity)

You're correct parasite! Vampire puppies and split pea cooks it shall be!

***

The setting for whelping puppies was not even close to being normal for the young corgi who just gave birth to seven small, tiny, puppies.

She mothered them; licking them clean of before and preparing them for after.

Young puppies grow quickly. Whining and whimpering. Scampering about the setting, which mentioned earlier was not even close to normal.

Caves are dark secretive places. In such a setting it was not normal for a young corgi to give birth to seven puppies, and yet she did because she was the pet corgi of Li-Gi, a Chinese warrior many years ago and now an eternal creature of the dark. There are not many Chinese vampires but then again there are not many vampires owning corgi dogs.

"You did excellent girl." Li-Gi smiled as he bent down to touch the smiling corgi. With a flick of his wrist he snapped the corgi's neck and in one mind blurring motion, consumed the now lifeless body.

Continuing with his smile he once more bent over, only this time he bent over and patted the puppies on the head and to each he imparted a kiss of the tooth.

Dogs known to be vampires are not normal and for there to now be seven corgi vampire puppies was impossible...

Li-Gi said to those fourteen eyes glowing red looking intently at him, "I have a job for you."

~

Flying in a synchronized formation , the puppies flew East. They flew beneath the light of a full moon; bodies small and full of off world muscle.

Suddenly, the lead puppy peeled sharply to the right and dove straight down.

The squadron of vampire puppies were as one, they all followed the leader and flew towards the small house far below.

As they fell from the grace of the sky, the small house grew larger. It grew so large it became a community, and then a city.

Entering the main hall of the largest of buildings in town, the puppies landed softly on the floor. The many people inside the hall did not notice as they all appeared busy, engaged in cooking.

The aroma in the air was wonderful. The smell of carrots and coconuts. Wafted scents of cinnamon and pumpkin.
There were the sounds of slurping and conversation.

All the people were united in their actions, that being, they all were cooking various forms of split pea soup. So many people. People of different cultures and color. People of different taste. All of the cooks were united in cooking split pea soup AND being tasty...

It was horror at its finest! Throat after throat was punctured and the blood drained dry.

***

How was that parasite? Something new to torture you with?

"Corgi's are cool! AND they are a pain in the ass."

Yes. Yes they are.

[Lipinski]

So, Biden is authorizing the thought police via the DHS. This is not news in the least as every country, kingdom, dictator...any and ALL forms of people brought together into groups of two to a trillion are guilty of censorship and thought control.

This includes every religion, business, and even families in all the countries are guilty.

Humans? Hah! ALL are guilty of being a thought police or censor.

To them all, hello. To all it can be said about censorship or thought control... Fucky fuck you all, OR, i love you all.

What would be appropriate? To say, I love you. OR, Fucky fuck you all. In my stupid opinion, do it all and let death sort it out.

Every person with the DNA of homo sapien ARE all censors. All are emotional bio machines full of themselves and ideas prone to change far more than the Wind could ever decide.

Inspirational though, how the powers-that-be, such as Agent Barton, follow the script so perfectly as presented by their puppet masters.

Interesting how those who specialize in manipulation and control think they have 'Power'. Absolutely a very personal form of humor for me to observe.

So, to you Agent Barton, Fucky fuck you, and, i love you. Too bad you are learning a hard lesson but no pain, no gain.
***

Dear Mr/Mrs/Miss Editor

First off of of logic gathered at the moment of birth, you are a mr or a mrs or miss. Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm writing this to submit to your (fill in the blank).

I can't really say what I write is appropriate or not for your )fill in the blank( and I don't give a shit. Your job is to censor or accept this document as per your choice and the guidance given to you by those you deem to be your superior.

My story is what it is. If you like and enjoy, I don't give a shit. If you hate and reject, I love you.

There is no, 'hopefully you will enjoy it,' or ' respectfully submitted'. I say this because your ((fill in the blank)) is just another source of something to submit writing to. For all I know you're all evil pricks and enjoy nothing better than the reflection of your face in a mirror OR you're the kindest most loving person alive.

Anyway, fuck censorship, Biden, Trump, Agent Barton, coffee, child molesters, and all those who pretend they are something they are not.

Humanity is not ready for the true power of hate, nor is it ready for the true power of love.

When the day does arrive that humans are capable of understanding truth and the picture BEHIND the reflection in the mirror... Only then will a true language free from any control of mind control or censorship be used to further the journey of mankind.

[Lipinski]

,,,
/damn... a direct connection with her and she fucking knew it...

\let me guess? about a billion times a day?

'
it is good though, it helps pass the day
,
|
,
there where you carved upon a root of heart
around the circle of joy
the Life
never
drains
away.

[Lipinski]

A War

Written by: Agent Bartons worst nightmare

to ply under wave and deed
cruising depths of soul; pressures crushing mistakes
eventually though, the birds of prey soar free reign

"You will die in twenty four hours. I will shoot you in the head with this .38 pistol and you are powerless to stop me."

An interesting and alarming statement to hear when you're sitting in a seafood restaurant in Maryland calmly enjoying lunch with a friend. A friend taking pause and using a bathroom to rid themselves of last nights meal.

"What did you say? Who are you?" The man was no longer calmly enjoying lunch. He was a man used to being in charge. A powerful man. A man who knew many things of how the government worked. Of how life worked.

"You know who I am. I will see you in twenty four hours and then I am going to kill you..." The man disappeared.

"Nice day, supposed to rain tomorrow," the friend had returned from a successful mission from the bathroom and was set to resume the completion of lunch.

As the two sat there, the friend noticed a change in man sitting across from him. "What's wrong? Something bad with the soup?"

In reply the voice sounded firm and the usual and yet it did appear different than normal. "No. No the soup is great. I'm just a little bit off today."

"That's understandable. Crazy world at the moment."

"Yes. Yes it is."

Time flows slow for some and for some it literally flies.

Twenty four hours. One thousand four hundred forty minutes. Eighty six thousand four hundred minutes.

Ticky tock, ticky tock, ticky tock

IntermissionHi, my name is Bob and I'm here to tell you about a fucking fantastic offer. For only a slight change of mind you can have anything in this world you desire. You want money? You get lots of money! You want sex? You can fuck anything you want! All of anything for the absolutely low price of just simply wanting. No money down. No trading of souls. All you need to do is to choose to have it all! This offer terminates in never but if you act now in the next 24 hours, in addition to getting what you want, you will also receive absolutely free, a special gift that will impact the whole world. Hurry. I know you can do it

Twenty four hours passed quickly and for the man threatened with strange words the previous day, he was now back in charge. He was master of his domain. He was the Captain of his ship. He was now in a submarine four hundred feet below the surface of the ocean.

"Steering 030 degrees. Plane set zero zero. Speed 26 knots."

"Aye aye, steer 044 degrees. Down plane 22. Reduce speed to 10."

Ah yes, the normalcy of the U.S.S.N. submarine on a special mission. In the belly of the beast rested some very simple weapons ready at a moments command to unleash unholy hell on whatever target tries to test the beast.

"Morning Capt. Should be an easy day." Number one was very comfortable with the commander of this fine warship and he had complete confidence in him.

"Yes. Yes it is...easy." And with that the Capt. reached into his leather satchel and pulled out a .38 pistol. Cocking the hammer he lifted it to the right side of his head and pulled the trigger.

Maybe it was a coincidence that the man blew his own brains out exactly twenty four hours after being warned?
Or maybe it was a coincidence that the submarine received its first blow of a very strange vibration upon the hull at the exact same second the Capt. executed himself?

To play with birds of prey far more powerful than any humans playing war with ignorance is definitely not in question as in a nuclear realm, there are winds much more powerful indeed.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite, whatcha doing?

"I'm watching one of the Jackass movies, but so are you."

I know...Right? Funny how that is.

"So, what's on your mind?"

Did you just watch that guy with a balloon hanging out his ass waiting for a snake to bite?

"Yeah. Stupid but cool."

Now it's snapping turtles and peckers...

"Get to the point, I want to get on with the show."

Ok. Right.
(clearing the wrist muscles)

So parasite, one of these days those claiming to know, 'the end of the world' will finally be right!

(awkward pause)

"No they won't..."

Exactly!

[Lipinski]

interesting.

Yawning the parasite shook some purple appendages and said, "What? Did you discover shoes have shoe laces?''

No, just thinking about people and what some like and what some don't like.

Rolling its eyes the parasite looked very bored hanging from the living room lamp. "Seriously? You woke me up to say that garbage?"

Yep.
***

I like ice cream you like cake
She swims in the ocean he is afraid of a lake
They voted for Biden and they refuse to vote

People going in one way while the other half go out

Sanity?
Insane?

Yin?
Yang?

All this philosophical bullshit means nothing while enjoying bacon and fruit loops with a corgi chewing on a plastic bowl. It is going to be a good day.