Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Capt. Krachek was not amused. In fact he was in a pissy mood. His feathers were ruffled; composure rumpled; looks frazzled.

"Capt.!" A Lt. of some order or another was apparently almost out of breath as the tone of voice and sound of the sudden appearance only added to the sour vinegar Krachek was musing about.

"Yes. What is it Lt.?"

"Sir. We've applied force to the right but this caused the left to weaken so we applied extra force to the left and now the right is malfunctioning. What should we do?" (panting the Lt. tried to retain some semblance of military bearing while obviously fatigued.)

"Have you applied force to the middle?" The Captains head hurt.

"Yes sir. The right, the left and the middle. We are losing control. What are your orders?"

Contemplation is sometimes as nasty as picking up fresh dog shit left by disgruntled enlisted personal in the officers mess. Finally, he came to a decision. "Fuck it Lt. Fuck it all. Prepare the self destruction program. That should solve the problem."

The Lt. was shocked but orders are orders. So acknowledging the order the Lt. fled while for the first time in many days, Capt. Krachek smiled and started humming the lyrics, "We will, we will, rock you..."

[Lipinski]

So parasite, what do you think of elves?

"They awright... (the purple blob was definitely under the influence of marshmallow gas) They be awright, though they be a bit testy."

Well I just heard a disparaging remark made regarding the Speaker of the House being compared to an elf.

"So what man...let it be, let it ride. She be a smooth ride."

Have you been into the marshmallows again?

"Nah. No man. I be touch with meself."

So, you have been.

"Yah. Ya got me."
*

Elf: singular
Elves: plural
Elven: snobby elves

(The 'elf' is indeed real. As real as that reflection in the mirror. You should see what an elf sees in the mirror)

[Lipinski]

Could there be inspiration in poor poes dreams?
*
A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
 
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O, God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O, God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

Published March 31, 1849

and in reply:

Soft tonic this grousing pain
Pilloried about these notions of hooray and hope
Dreams of dreams inside of dreams; hurricane of puzzled bits and pieces strewn into the very wind.

Weep not fellow of feathers and ink
Quill dipped upon black papers or those awake to feel and see
Rejoice then, you are dead.

A haughty death where skeletons lay unable to dance again under a moon
Or even rot away the innocence no matter
no, no indifference, no matter,

Buried place of absolutes and realities
Graveyard of dusty ambitions
Picture now the ashes of those forever lost,
in the Dream.

[Lipinski]

Fudge: Get some.

[Lipinski]

What a night for drama between the dead and undead...same thing if you ask me.
*

The Horror

It had been a horrible days. A day of demons and spirits. A day called, Halloween.

Bound and gagged, the body withered.
Drip
Drip
Drip

"Ahhh! It burns. It burns."

Drip
Drip
Drip

The light changed. Dramatic. Piercing.
Darkness
Light
Screams.

Tormented screams inhuman and terrified.

and...
and...
and...

Parasite?

"Yes?"

Why are you pouring Holy water on that Demon trapped in the basement?

"Cuz, it's fun?"

Okay, continue.

[Lipinski]

Paths in a forest. Not just any forest and the paths are those which cannot be seen by the human eye.
Trails.
Trodden,
Yet, the stones have not felt the soles of feet nor of feather, scale, blood, bone, animal, reptile, insect...

Spirits are words, for that which those unable to fully understand even what they themselves are, let alone what other are knowing with fullness just what they are.

A world of thinset plains of mixing the above with the below, the light with the darkness, a canopy of vegetation given life not from a seed, rather the caress of a Hand.

A form sat before a cold fire. Flames bright blue. No heat. No sparks. No smoke. The form laughed at the stars daring to tell of humor and then in silence, cried for the mortality and godless minds of arrogance.

Daring now the form beckoned to God. Soon the paths turned into withering wild undulations of such cosmic reactions all worlds of all Worlds were touched.

Pity?

The form rose from the blackened coals and began spiraling like a tornado of a Spring prairie storm.

In the rising sun of human reality, the form vanished, taking something with it. Something which does not deserve any attentions, thoughts, or actions.

Morning brought the sounds of dead sparrows mourning the loss while the moon took the cowards stance of subjugating itself once more to the insults of the sun.

[Lipinski]

Parasite. Did you help them?

(munching on some cat litter the parasite gave a bored purple faced look of disgust and said) "Help who?"

Those fucking house fairies. Little bastards are drinking me dry, Most of the Gin, most of the Krakken, most of the Crow, AND the potato vodka...

"You're weird, I would never help a fairy, specially those house fairies."

I thought so. Nice purple today by the way.

"Thanks, now go pour me a whiskey,"
*

Alcohol

Fermented bubbles of goodness
Burping bubbles while the mash sets
Corn
n
sugar
n
yeast
n
whoopee!

(this message endorsed by the National Federation of Fairies.)

[Lipinski]

A Little Story of Red Neck Science Fiction

Written by: a true fucking red neck

(with victory comes the bitterness of defeat)
***

Trillions of 'years' ago on a planet small located billions of galaxies away from a galaxy called, Milky Way. There lived a lizard like creature we will name, Bob.

Bob was a cool fucking lizard trillions of years ago. He was cool because his planet was cooling and getting ready for another ice age.

The planet was a biosphere of gases, water, temperatures and LOTS of lizard like beings. Now, as for intelligence lizards of Bob's planet were not smart nor well versed in manners, science, math, language. No, they were basically lizards that knew how to reproduce, eat, live, and die.

One day trillions of years ago, Bob died. He got hit with fruit from a monkey like being sitting in a tree and eaten by the monkey like creature for a tasty afternoon snack.

Now, even though there was no religion or anything humans recognized as 'something', it did not matter for the citizen life forms of Bob's planet. Bob was killed, devoured and left on the ground as fermenting shit left by the monkey like creature who turned its attention towards killing and eating Bob's relatives.

Not too long ago Bob's life form was in a new form of body. A small baby on a planet called Earth. The new form was a male human called, Bob...

Bob was now intelligent. He knew science, math, religion, politics, and he knew how to kill. One of the creatures Bob has killed was a monkey. And now he was planning his next killing.

Bob is an assassin.

You should see what his next life form will be.

[Lipinski]

and there.


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*

Women and the power of the pussy,
Power
Control
Ice cold pain.

Men and the power of the dick,
Power
Control
Pleasure.

Not equal? Not the same?
Ha!

Sex is sex no matter if weird, strange, homo, or straight
Life always has the power of God
with every orgasms
scream.

[Lipinski]

"Good for you dude."

Thanks parasite. I appreciate that.

"Can we go club baby seals now?"

Not yet, but while we wait their is song and dance. There is good tasty food. And there is a shit load of work to do.

"Well, let me know when we can club those little fur balls. In the meantime can we torture some elves?"

Absolutely parasite. There is great enjoyment now to fuck with those bastards.
***

War of the Worlds.

Written by: Tony

So, youse guys think you are some hot shit? Youse aint nuthin but a fucking shit sack of...

"Boom!"

Is it time yet?

Nope, but it be a coming. Death: Got some?

[Lipinski]

In the1930-s, there was a small cafe in France.
Paris, 1932. Her voice was as if a flower growing from shit dared to shatter the murmuring of the herd.
Such a song.
Such a memory.
She is long dead. Killed by Nazi ambitions.
But the song...
wow.

[Lipinski]

Hello parasite. What are you doing now?

"Making a bomb. What are you doing?"

Oh, not much. Still thinking and will never stop thinking. As Monk would say, 'it's a blessing and it's a curse."

"That's nice. Like the bomb?"

(The purple blob known as the parasite was busy mixing strawberry jello with jalapenos and cheese. It was also looking for cans of chili)

You're going to set that off tonight?

"Absolutely! And then you should see what agent Barton has in store. Whee!"
***

There was a man who knew all of the past moments of Life going back uncountable 'years'. Many humans claim they remember past lives. They can speak foreign tongues. Do tasks they never learned. Man. Woman. Animal. Insect.

The man smiled as he also knew of his future lives. Life: To be and to always be.

And now, some gibberish.
\
/
\
War Machines

Sieg Heil!
Tank treads of armored horror
Blitzkrieg
German?

No.
Yes.
Yes and no.

All it takes is one. One to explode into the insanity of hate and pain.
Heart beating fast.
Sweat and adrenaline

To destroy with stone and stick
Obliterate with flame and steal
Rant and rave
and without witness, fade away.

With two the real war begins.

[Lipinski]

In the motion where falling grains of sand mound in testimony between flickering stars and light of day,
there
inside the dream
she stood by a doorway
ageless
timeless
and pleased.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite. I have a problem.

"What? A problem? That's an understatement. You don't have a brain so for sure you have a problem."

Sure. Joke all you want, I just had fresh pizza while you were drooling over dolphin pictures.

"Pizza! You had pizza and didn't offer me any? Boy, you have a bigger problem now."

Relax parasite. There's left overs.

"Fuck. You had me worried for a moment. So, what's your current problem now?"

Well, I'm working on the engineering plans for an update to a tried and true stellar drive unit.

"What's the problem? If it ain't broke don't fix it."

Yeah. Piston technology humans adopted while mimicking fucking. Thrust. Cumbustion. Energy. Motion. Blah, blad de blah blah..

The current engine is fine. Gets the job done. Whee! and all that.

"So why the problem? Seems like you're just making a needless exercise even more irrelevant."

Well, the new design is much like the piston/connecting rod of a hydraulic cylinder transposed with the piston/connecting rod of an internal combustion or steam powered engine.

"Steam punk?"

Fuck steam punk. i'm talking about an X. Apposing pistons attached to the 'rods' connected in the center. On the end of each rod rests an energy field of matter/ anti matter. The X rotates at extreme speeds inducing gravity fields for stability.

At the sub-atomic level the protons exchange space/time according to the device much like a timing belt.
Blinking inter dimensional. Vast amounts of energy exchange and efficiency much like a spiders thread. Easy then to 'steer'

Very efficient use of multiple dimensions with no emissions (exhaust)

The best parts.
1. Untraceable. Travel of attachments remain undetectable.
2. Fuel is simple elemental attachment/discard
3. Easy to construct once receiving ;permission;
4. Multiple vessels can be powered by one unit.

"You want my advice idiot?"

Sure.

"Buy a box of crayons and a coloring book."

[Lipinski]

Frosty ice and snow covered roads showing where a truck pulled a sled with a dog and ice fishing gear. Behind the sled was a rope leading to another sled with another dog sitting on it.

High speed and reckless driving.

Nearing a corner and oncoming car spun out of control and crashed.

The speeding truck did not stop; proceeding around the corner at a high speed.

"Call 911?"

No. Instead watch the victims die while a laughing child plays basketball on the the snow covered drive way across from where the accident occurred.

(it gets worse every second of every second>amen)

[Lipinski]

i feel good... and why not? Life.
Life
Life
Life
it is
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good.

Now, is it fantasy or is it memorix or is it.
r
e
a
l.

Some write of God as if some gooey love fest.
Some write of God as a destroyer. Absolute. Angry. Powerful.

i write of God as a personal observer of God's humor...

Laughter is far superior to sex
A smile worth more than a social security monthly check
And God? Thank you for allowing a monster to exist, to be, to try/fail/succeed.

Life:\?
Get some!

[Lipinski]

Not yet?
Let me explain.

(sip) yes...
Okay then... An anti-tank mine. Rommel. The reed army can lay thousands of mines per hour.

Swarm

Ants.

Penetrate

and now...

a poem.
***

Their is nothing
Nobody or me can explain.

Should it be revealed of what horror lays ahead?
or
of jubilation of peace and joy?


Both I say.
And why not?
There is
and
there is
so much ahead of us.

Making mockery of our
past.

[Lipinski]

"Yesss..." Bad looking bastard for sure. A large black serpent coiled in darkness to the point the diamond laden tongue sparkled bright red.

"You're a daffy fuck. Huffing and puffing all about." The wizard speaking is what you might say, a nerd. And he was giving an earful of words to the looming sense of darkness

"Haaa... You and your books. Your belief in magic and words. Puny. Weak" Undulations of the skin showed the example of perfection.

"Oh yeah?" The wizard rolled up his sleeves on the shirt covered with a picture of a naked whale and said, "{Putin is a fool now sitted in a child's throne of...}"

"A throne? No. More a seat of a goat herder. " The sound oozed disgust.

"The one walking a course will of course whisper the words into a fools ear. The tool needed was unleased..."

"Yesss... Maybe there is hope for you afterall."

"There is no hope, there is only the power to create Life."

[Lipinski]

With a warble the sounds released the brain to drop into the waste bin of folly.

'listen...'

'see...'

Soon the lips formed a whistle of sort, the kind to whittle wood into the shapes of an alien piss pot.

[Lipinski]

So, granite boxes.
Egyptian burial boxes for bull.
Bullshit!

Alien technology.
Human ingenuity .
HaH!

Bullshit is reliable
The Wind is fucking crazy lately.
Trump is tick-tock

Sad to hear about Elon

Good to hear about peanut butter

and now, some bullshit poem about some fucking crazy wind blowing through Trumps hole while remembering Elon while eating a peanut butter sandwich.
***

Poof!
Boom!

Streamers of stratosphere mixed with a mission of oceans mist

Crossing and streaming blood red; joy for so many; tears for more and less.

To see fresh flowers emerge from a pile of cows digest

well.. to put it bluntly, it is

it always fucking is.

[Lipinski]

Spain? Seriously? Why not Iceland, Greenland, or Portugal?

Seriously...

Okay then, let it be explained.
*

In a world where tears flow like the joy a bee feeds with nectar
A world where it all matters.

To actually feel a Universe exploding into explore
God's Finger deep into the fresh crust of pie.

[Lipinski]

"ding."

a small sound to denote one variation of a time line of my choosing.

"ding," now or "ding," later or "ding dong," (and that's a whole other matter)

"What's up now retard? Feeling old yet? Would you like to journey to the light? Maybe do the snow walk of death?"

What the fuck are you talking about parasite? Snow walk of death? Light? And you do know that using the word 'retard' is not kosher?

"Retard."

Moron.

"Retard."

Idiot.

"Can I have some potato chips now?"

Yep.
&&&

Slices of Intelligence

A potato
Salty and crisp
Full of oils and bliss

Dip deep into the cheese dip
Savor the onion
And lip the clam clean

Afterwords, and before the silence
To remember the crackling crunch of consumption
then to conquer chocolate, caramel, and a sweet slice of juicy pie for dessert.

[Lipinski]

Much better. Fun actually, and a smile.
*

Now, can I be frank?

"You can be bill, jane, or dork if you want. So what's up nutso?"

Well frank. Parasite, you're frank tonight.

"Okay sweet pea."

A magical game of the famed cooking show, Chopped.
***

"Your ingredients in the basket tonight are. Eel lips. Rotten banana peels. And the third and finally ingredient is, human flesh. You have twenty minutes to prepare an appetizer."

The four contestants looked worried, well at least three looked worried. One was a witch from Vermont named, Frank, and she looked somewhat pleased and somewhat constipated.

"Okay cooks, your time begins...Now!"

A flurry of activity. There were sounds of sheep baaaaing. Frogs croakes. A UFO flew through the room looking at all the bare naked titties of the women seated in the audience.

The four cooks did this and they did that. A micro wave exploded spreading a eel lip pie all over the room.

After much ado and swearing the host of the show said, "Your time is up. Spoons down. Frank, put that puppy carcass down now."

The four shuffled to the stone altar where three judges looked down at them. One judge was an angel, one was a demon and one was Kamal Harris who would now do anyone or any job.

(Long story short, the cook losing was an ogre from Hamilton Montana named, Frank. His dish of an idea resembling a pizza lost big time as most of it crawled off the plate.)

"I'm sorry Frank, your dish was too sour and was too fast to catch so for those two reasons you have been chopped."

This is when a hoard of flying carrion beetles devoured Frank down to the bones.

The other surviving members were now going to go onto the next meal, and all would end up being destroyed except for the winner, Frank, the witch from Vermont.

[Lipinski]

(picture this)

A naked fat Italian man with huge testicles covered in tomato paste balancing atop a six inch diameter piece of firewood three feet tall.

The man is whistling a Rolling Stone song, "I can't get, satisfaction..."

Meanwhile a skinny woman from Bolivia is gnawing on a kitten that had once fell and did not land on his feet.

Now, what kind of story could you write with that sort of inspiration?
***

I Can't But I Did

Written by: An escaped potato leaping out of the pot

Meow, meow, meeeoooow!
Oww
Burp.

[Lipinski]

A lone dolphin has been yelling into Baltic Sea for years
No one is responding.

By Mack DeGeurin

Posted on Nov 21, 2024


Parasite. This ones for you.

"YaY! Dophins!"
***

Ooh. Lah.De de da da. Day.
To exercise activity of language in a language inundated day of language these days.

"Hello! I am alive!"
Swimming in freedom in the prison o an oceans
Cells
Food
Pods
Society.

(translated from dolphin into english)

k-e-e-p
p-a-r-a-s-i-t-e
a-w-a-y
f-r-o-m
Eee Eee eee eee...

"You're a dick."

Yep
Eee Eee eee eee....

[Lipinski]

YouTube Alert. The Aliens are Coming!

"Look at this rock. It weighs six billion tons and was carved by advanced technology." The geek filming the rock had chosen his own name, AstroFrog.

AstroFrog was very intrigued by rocks weighing billions of tons and truth-be-told was convinced the Grand Canyon was carved by tall skinny reptilian creatures who colonized Pluto.

"Just look at how close the lines on the rock are so tight. They are so tight not even a pubic hair can fit into the crack."

As the young lad was engrossed filming what most would consider to be a part of the Rocky Mountains, an alien pulled up in an old VW beetle and asked for directions to Washington D.C.

"What? Washington? Uh, it's that way. East? Or is it West? Anyway, go that way."

"Thanks human. Good luck looking at rocks." And the alien drove away chuckling at how stupid humans are and wondered what the fuck YouTube is.

AstroFrog beamed into his smart phone and said, "Anyway, getting back to this rock. Just look at how the moss looks different than the moss on that rock..."

[Lipinski]

inspiration for writing comes from so many sources. the news, life, fantasy, reality, inside, outside...

to write as one wants feels good, it feels bad, but it feels

this world is inspiring as it is an illusion. a pure and true illusion of a dream of what 'it' really is.

Death? Inspirational if one believes in death.
Life: Inspirational if one opens their mind.

Some of what this thread contains is pure fantasy, so pure it is real.
Some of what this thread contains is pure life, so alive it is real.
Some is reality, some is inside, some is outside... for a perspective, it is, all real.

Belief? Truth? Lies? Just words to give fodder for debate and discussion.

It has been written that if one has the faith of a mustard seed one can move mountains. This is only partially true, as i one truly connects with what is inside/outside one can move planets.

To 'breathe' underwater without the aid of scuba gear. To 'fly'; soaring high above the clouds without mechanical devices/drugs/ or illusions of dimensions. To help in Creation. To aide in Destruction. Wow...

Those clinging to the illusion of a world by choosing 'wealth' or those who feel their poverty/sickness is bad just proves how close minded and simple humans mainly choose to exist.

Watching a potato sprout and grow into leaf and harvest is as fantastic as watching one of Elon Musk's rockets successfully land. To be a warrior who survived battle with missing arms and legs is as wonderful as Helen Keller learning how to communicate.

Or, for perspective, winning millions in a lottery is as sad as walking barefoot on a thmb tack.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Asshole. Your drivel tonight is painful."

A painful good or a painful bad parasite?

"Geesh... Go eat poison. Play with anthrax. Anything other than annoying me."

Nope. Gonna write about the reality of backtracking the path of a snowflake. Since few can believe this is possible, I will write a bit differently. Maybe call it a poem, maybe call it for what it is...
***

A Story of a Snowflake

Dancing
Swirling
Twirling
Downwards with brief moments of up.

Alive with motion above a planet full of oceans, rivers, animals; Life

It was time for the condensation to evolve from evaporation into a flurry of like minded friends.

Cold
Frozen
So far to travel
So much to find and yet where did this flake begin?

In a molten core, an engine
Purring
Roaring
Volcanoes
Gravity
Magnetism
and then...

Particles of what it is to be a planet existing as small as a mustard seed
Near Heaven
Near Hell

Rotations
Seasons
Combinations of a butterfly dipping its wing to a small kiss by the Wind

And you reader, you are important as in your mind to understand
A common identity of a snowflake and its travels
And yet you strive but cannot see just how big a mustard seed
Just how big it was millions of years ago and yet just yesterday
on a planet
called
Mars.

[Lipinski]

Ziggin n Zaggin
Sorta, you know, like sawing
Two snakes entwined
and time...

Yikes!
A record rocking forward while at the same time a D.J's fantasy

zip, piz, zip, piz, sip, piz

A hundred?
A Million?
Trilions?

Think now about this very second...
this very second...
second


Yikes!

[Lipinski]

Angles and extensions of angles
90 degree with a sharpness of addition far beyond 360, almost as if so inclined, a circle.

A different perspective: A mother wipes shit from her babies ass. Yellow goo of stink and odorous repulsion.

Linear in motion with circular addition =============clean while a thousand light years away the smile is replaced
a soul screaming
demon tormenting

Attached?
Impossible?
Then you do not believe a house can dance; skeletons army of motion.

So, angles and extensions of angles. A trailer expanding
90 degree with a dull pain of knowing no amount of motion can clean away the stench/stink of evil
even while a house/home tries to uproot and run far and fast
away to another dimension.

[Lipinski]

"So ya didn't like Thailand?"

Thailand countryside, yes. The infrastructure? Nope. Caves though, caves rock.

"You like the one under the house? It's getting bigger..."

They are just showing off parasite. the whole 'my cave is bigger than your cave' thingy.

"Why under the house though, a lot of rock."

Good question. Suppose it's just those who are asked why they climb mountains with the answer being, because it's there...

"Save some potato salad for me."

Nope. Gonna get thirds and then fourths and then... Thor! Shut up! And Orff, don't look at me with those innocent eyes.
***

Dog Days of Delight

A cookie; treat of the canine understanding of heaven and bliss
Milky
Creamy
Chewy
Delish!

"Come!"
"Stay!"
"Back!"
Not commands of decision rather words of suggestion to a species far superior in intellect than a gerbil, goldfish, or cats.

Look at them, five corgi's with a lust, a hunger, a drool for gravity to give aid to food
Following the near earth trajectory of a falling bit of yippee,
a cookie
a treat
a bribe

And just when you think all is peaceful and quiet, those fucking cute corgi radar ears hear the rapture
as the hands silently open a potato chip bag...

"I heard that!"

I know parasite. Get in line with the rest of the herd and I'll toss one to you to.

"Do I have to roll over? Or sit?"

No. You might crush one of the corgi's with your purple mass.