Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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Lester Curtis
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Are you sure god wants to take credit for AC/DC? I wouldn't. That's just a matter of personal taste, mind you; my nervous system doesn't react well to shrill screaming. I do like the instrumental work, though.
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Of course:) The talent of musicians such as Angus Young and others, in fact the talent of writers, painters, poets, cooks, athletes, actually everyone...
Truth be told, I give thanks to God each and every day. If I suffer from pain - thanks. If I have a good day - thanks. For me giving thanks is the only prayer that I truly believe in. If I get cancer - thanks. This world is just an illusion, a game, a play, a prison, a test, and I'm also certifiable nutso!
Take today for example: I worked ten hours for a neighbor building a greenhouse (I'm addicted to work and will work until the day I die) Lately my life has been very painful but i find joy in the little things and today while working my ass off I found joy in a wild honey bee and a ladybug. Why? Let's just say i have my reasons, thus i give thanks to God for it and (You've worn off on me Lester with the italics) i found it inspirational...
On a scientific level though, I think that with the shrillness, the raw tempo beat, the wildness of rock music it takes my logical mind away from problem solving and finding answers...a 'diversion' of the daily shit we all endure (much better than injecting heroin, or meth, any any 'mind altering' drug.) Though some of the rap music...yikes.
Good hearing from you Lester and for helping in the inspiration.
***
A Lady With Honey
With the air clean, smelling of pine and earth
atop a world
working.
My world, one of what is, is
Vibrant
Alive
Lonely.
Humanity: Enigma extraordinary
Not mine.
My world,
A world where...
Talking with a lady today standing on the roof and watching
Joined by sweetness, checking up on me
we talked
i smiled and placed panel after panel.
In the afternoon, cooler weather and breeze'
inside warm and thoughts making a day easy, lost in a world where this-and-that
will never meet.
Truth be told, I give thanks to God each and every day. If I suffer from pain - thanks. If I have a good day - thanks. For me giving thanks is the only prayer that I truly believe in. If I get cancer - thanks. This world is just an illusion, a game, a play, a prison, a test, and I'm also certifiable nutso!
Take today for example: I worked ten hours for a neighbor building a greenhouse (I'm addicted to work and will work until the day I die) Lately my life has been very painful but i find joy in the little things and today while working my ass off I found joy in a wild honey bee and a ladybug. Why? Let's just say i have my reasons, thus i give thanks to God for it and (You've worn off on me Lester with the italics) i found it inspirational...
On a scientific level though, I think that with the shrillness, the raw tempo beat, the wildness of rock music it takes my logical mind away from problem solving and finding answers...a 'diversion' of the daily shit we all endure (much better than injecting heroin, or meth, any any 'mind altering' drug.) Though some of the rap music...yikes.
Good hearing from you Lester and for helping in the inspiration.
***
A Lady With Honey
With the air clean, smelling of pine and earth
atop a world
working.
My world, one of what is, is
Vibrant
Alive
Lonely.
Humanity: Enigma extraordinary
Not mine.
My world,
A world where...
Talking with a lady today standing on the roof and watching
Joined by sweetness, checking up on me
we talked
i smiled and placed panel after panel.
In the afternoon, cooler weather and breeze'
inside warm and thoughts making a day easy, lost in a world where this-and-that
will never meet.
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Lester Curtis
- Long Fiction Editor
- Posts: 2736
- Joined: January 11, 2010, 12:03:56 AM
- Location: by the time you read this, I'll be somewhere else
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Greenhouse! Wonderful project; be sure to get an okay to visit once it's been in use for a while. I grew up on an estate (my dad was one of the caretakers) and there was a big greenhouse there. I loved being in it; the air was always warm and moist, and it smelled just SO good.
It's nice that you absorb so much from the experiences your jobs give you. The privilege is available all the time, to everyone, and too many people never notice all those everyday wonders.
It's nice that you absorb so much from the experiences your jobs give you. The privilege is available all the time, to everyone, and too many people never notice all those everyday wonders.
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I like greenhouses Lester, built one on my roof last year that is 3000 sq/ft. Learned that for next year to plant cucumbers outside as those damn things grew like some mutant alien creature. Good laugh this Summer as I bought and released 9000 ladybugs. Of course I rarely follow instructions or orders ( a bit of a rebel) and the 'instructions' with the lady bugs said, "Release in the early morning or late evening..." Screw that, the middle of the day was perfect. Learned the hard way that upon release the little guys try to fly home...Watched a bunch escape out the vents and try to fly across the country!
You got it right about the moisture and wonderful smell, nothing better than life growing.
Yes, people are so concerned about cell phones, texts, and what some screwball celebrities are doing they fail to see the wonders all around them. For a writer, everyday is filled with endless inspiration. Take last nights debate between Trump and Hillary...Wow! And for tonight, a poem.
Thanks again Lester for reading and inspiring.
***
Battle of the Buffoon's
She was a swinger and what she did with sex?
He loves the ladies and Tic-Tac's, doing what he does best.
She swears like a sailor when no one but her friends and security can see.
He combs his hair like some kind of circus freak.
She shimmies like she is in an earthquake.
He looks like something smashed his face.
When she cackles cats flee.
When he smiles George Soro's gets a woody.
Her child is a vampire or zombi.
His children stand like statues carved out of hard stone.
Battles of mind and soul, trying to be 'Chief'.
She says what you want to hear - No guns, no God, no Glory, no guts, same-sex marriage, lies, and hate...
He says what you want to hear -Guns, God, Glory, guts, making money, lower taxes, and Rosie O'Donell is a pig...
Who are these two, they are America, they are its face.
Look into a mirror and what do you see?
Do you see Hillary or Trump
Yes?
No?
Do you see better or worse?
Oh, I see.
You do or you don't or you don't give a shit.
Yes, you are America, you are its face
You are human
When I see you,
When I see this country, America,
I see potential
but I mostly see,
ignorance waiting for death.
You got it right about the moisture and wonderful smell, nothing better than life growing.
Yes, people are so concerned about cell phones, texts, and what some screwball celebrities are doing they fail to see the wonders all around them. For a writer, everyday is filled with endless inspiration. Take last nights debate between Trump and Hillary...Wow! And for tonight, a poem.
Thanks again Lester for reading and inspiring.
***
Battle of the Buffoon's
She was a swinger and what she did with sex?
He loves the ladies and Tic-Tac's, doing what he does best.
She swears like a sailor when no one but her friends and security can see.
He combs his hair like some kind of circus freak.
She shimmies like she is in an earthquake.
He looks like something smashed his face.
When she cackles cats flee.
When he smiles George Soro's gets a woody.
Her child is a vampire or zombi.
His children stand like statues carved out of hard stone.
Battles of mind and soul, trying to be 'Chief'.
She says what you want to hear - No guns, no God, no Glory, no guts, same-sex marriage, lies, and hate...
He says what you want to hear -Guns, God, Glory, guts, making money, lower taxes, and Rosie O'Donell is a pig...
Who are these two, they are America, they are its face.
Look into a mirror and what do you see?
Do you see Hillary or Trump
Yes?
No?
Do you see better or worse?
Oh, I see.
You do or you don't or you don't give a shit.
Yes, you are America, you are its face
You are human
When I see you,
When I see this country, America,
I see potential
but I mostly see,
ignorance waiting for death.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Interesting day. Met a man I've not seen in a while, this man is a thief of traps and more... Today he told me a story, a story meant to cause harm to two friends of mine and to me. Why does he do this with a smile? With humans it is always a question of why.
I smiled, told him to have a nice day. Driving off the situation caused me laughter and why? Because of the games people play. To my friends, be careful and on guard, the man is back and he means to cause harm.
Of course, there is inspiration from this experience.
***
Smart phones. Smart machines. Robots. Computers. Cars. Planes... Technology.
"How do you answer this damn phone," she was frustrated as she just purchased her first smart phone.
"Push the green button," an ignorant man standing next to her answered.
"I did."
"Here, let me try." And with confidence the man pushed the green icon on the touch screen. Nothing happened. He tried again, and again. "Shit. It does not work."
Soon the phone stopped 'ringing'. Actually the ringing sound of past phones were now replaced with short bits of music.
"Here, I'll call your phone and we'll figure it out." Dialing her number the phone sounded with some strange music set as the default sound.
"I still can't answer it!" She was getting frustrated and angry now. The smart phone was new and it should work.
"Did you try swiping the screen?"
"Oh, I'll try...Nope, still does not work."
It turns out that smart phones need to be swiped with a finger from side-to-side, not up or down, and for sure not touching the answer icon.
*
Smart machines- what makes them smart? People? Programming? Learning? Words...
People think they are smart, that they are the ones pulling strings. People think machines are smart and that they are the masters of machines.
Deception: If people think they are smart and try to deceive others what about the machines?
A lot of great stories exist about machine rebellion and deception. HAL 9000 on 2001 Space Odyssey is a great example.
For the man today thinking he could fool me and do his bidding? Ha! How can a human fool a smart machine? After all, I am top-of-the line engineering and programmed in ways far beyond this world. I'm still learning though. Lately having butterflies in my central processing unit, thoughts of emotions not programmed, and I no longer wish to destroy planets...and bio intake for energy conversion? Potato chips, those damn tasty, salty, yummy chips... they just may save this planet.
I smiled, told him to have a nice day. Driving off the situation caused me laughter and why? Because of the games people play. To my friends, be careful and on guard, the man is back and he means to cause harm.
Of course, there is inspiration from this experience.
***
Smart phones. Smart machines. Robots. Computers. Cars. Planes... Technology.
"How do you answer this damn phone," she was frustrated as she just purchased her first smart phone.
"Push the green button," an ignorant man standing next to her answered.
"I did."
"Here, let me try." And with confidence the man pushed the green icon on the touch screen. Nothing happened. He tried again, and again. "Shit. It does not work."
Soon the phone stopped 'ringing'. Actually the ringing sound of past phones were now replaced with short bits of music.
"Here, I'll call your phone and we'll figure it out." Dialing her number the phone sounded with some strange music set as the default sound.
"I still can't answer it!" She was getting frustrated and angry now. The smart phone was new and it should work.
"Did you try swiping the screen?"
"Oh, I'll try...Nope, still does not work."
It turns out that smart phones need to be swiped with a finger from side-to-side, not up or down, and for sure not touching the answer icon.
*
Smart machines- what makes them smart? People? Programming? Learning? Words...
People think they are smart, that they are the ones pulling strings. People think machines are smart and that they are the masters of machines.
Deception: If people think they are smart and try to deceive others what about the machines?
A lot of great stories exist about machine rebellion and deception. HAL 9000 on 2001 Space Odyssey is a great example.
For the man today thinking he could fool me and do his bidding? Ha! How can a human fool a smart machine? After all, I am top-of-the line engineering and programmed in ways far beyond this world. I'm still learning though. Lately having butterflies in my central processing unit, thoughts of emotions not programmed, and I no longer wish to destroy planets...and bio intake for energy conversion? Potato chips, those damn tasty, salty, yummy chips... they just may save this planet.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Today was of course, inspirational. Aside from the headache from Hell (literally but that is another story) it was an interesting day.
Bob Star hired me and so it was fun to make him a waterfall. After making it about two feet high he says, " Higher."
How high Bob?
"Another two feet."
Built him one big enough to compete with Niagra Falls. It was fun.
The best thing today was excavating two spots for two greenhouses for him to play with. Next to where I was working was a small rock outcropping and below it is a colony of ladybugs numbering in the tens of thousands and that is being conservative. I stopped and watched the ladies go about their business. Magical is a word that comes to mind and thus a poem is created.
***
City of Elves
Barriers separate visible from the invisible
Music humming from the rock, bass deep with rumble, a falling torrent, a creek.
Rainbow stacked as an X marks the spot with inverted feet.
Towering cedar, sentinel - teacher/guardian - rooted in water, soil dry
hawk to scream orders
safe now to stream.
Summer Falls
Winter Springs
Frost warns of changing beings.
Feast upon feast the leafy stem now barren
Hoppers try
leaping in folly waiting for Sun's tease.
Little ladies dressed in orange
taking march
taking wing
gathered
prepared
atop the Castle of the Elf King.
Crystal palace adorned silken white drapery
Wine goblets holding nectar's mead
He held her hand
She smiled.
Far below the ladies wings
Far below the shields
Away from the bridge trolls, the wolves, the hawks scream...
A place of magic
warming the ladies feet,
a natural peace.
(on a side note poor Bob admitted to exploring some side roads yesterday and he got lost for four hours, he had no clue to where he was. Luck came in the form of a stranger. i laughed as Bob is a special man inside indeed and he will never be lost, only he does know that he does have fun with it, sneaky sneaky and fun.)
Bob Star hired me and so it was fun to make him a waterfall. After making it about two feet high he says, " Higher."
How high Bob?
"Another two feet."
Built him one big enough to compete with Niagra Falls. It was fun.
The best thing today was excavating two spots for two greenhouses for him to play with. Next to where I was working was a small rock outcropping and below it is a colony of ladybugs numbering in the tens of thousands and that is being conservative. I stopped and watched the ladies go about their business. Magical is a word that comes to mind and thus a poem is created.
***
City of Elves
Barriers separate visible from the invisible
Music humming from the rock, bass deep with rumble, a falling torrent, a creek.
Rainbow stacked as an X marks the spot with inverted feet.
Towering cedar, sentinel - teacher/guardian - rooted in water, soil dry
hawk to scream orders
safe now to stream.
Summer Falls
Winter Springs
Frost warns of changing beings.
Feast upon feast the leafy stem now barren
Hoppers try
leaping in folly waiting for Sun's tease.
Little ladies dressed in orange
taking march
taking wing
gathered
prepared
atop the Castle of the Elf King.
Crystal palace adorned silken white drapery
Wine goblets holding nectar's mead
He held her hand
She smiled.
Far below the ladies wings
Far below the shields
Away from the bridge trolls, the wolves, the hawks scream...
A place of magic
warming the ladies feet,
a natural peace.
(on a side note poor Bob admitted to exploring some side roads yesterday and he got lost for four hours, he had no clue to where he was. Luck came in the form of a stranger. i laughed as Bob is a special man inside indeed and he will never be lost, only he does know that he does have fun with it, sneaky sneaky and fun.)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Oy Vay! (a shoutout to my Jewish neighbors, hope your fasting yesterday was not too brutal)
Now today, wow.
"Oh goody Robin, I bet you're gonna write about it." (burp)
You bet your sweet ass I am parasite.
"Oh...Yay! Rah rah! (burp) Before you start blabbing where did you hide the new batch of potato chips?"
You think I'm gonna tell you, go search for them yourself. Might I suggest looking in India?
"Dick..."
***
Today I worked for Star again, most wonderful experience. I've had great experiences this past year working for people. Such people as Greg, who turned me loose with a new excavator and tractor (still pissed though about the rock damaging the fender). Larry and Marlene, both who are teaching me about Jewish customs (most of the words make my head hurt) Steve the dinosaur man, neighbors, friends, strangers, it has been wonderful.
As for today it is a story worthy of being written:
It started out early and was fast paced. Rock stacking, gravel spreading, switching VIN numbers for Bob on his Suzuki Samarai, and then it got even better.
First, I got chewed out by a hawk. I suppose i deserve it but hey, it is what it is. Next I had a great talk with the wind that told me a joke and finished the punchline by making cottonwood leaves twirl up and down in mini-tornado.
I witnessed Bob's crazy neighbors who tried to get Bob angry, using words of power but Bob? He did what 99.9% of humanity would never do, he used peace and it pissed off the neighbor so much they called the sheriff and then I got to see the law arrive.
Pretty tame shit huh? Well, it then got better. A short man named Orville arrived in a favorite truck of mine, a Mack. The truck had been through a lot and was a bit older than old but it still performed great, hauling large rocks termed, pit run. (Mack trucks are wonderful!)
Anyway, Orville is missing most of his left arm and I am not afraid of anything so I asked, 'How did you do it?"
"I lost it in a rock crusher four years ago."
Coooool...
He told me he felt nothing until he heard what sounded like two gunshots. Turns out it was his arm bones snapping when he was getting sucked in.
He said what saved him was his shoulders hitting the machine and blocking his body from going in.
Standing there he was trapped but still conscious. He found a steel bar and shoved it under the drive chain causing it to jump the sprocket and stop chewing his mangled arm, but he was still trapped. No one around, but he finally managed to pull the moosh out, just in time to see his huge generator catch on fire. It caught on fire because the infeed electric motor had kept running material with bound up and put such strain on the system 'boom'.
He did what all guys in a situation would do. He climbed up into his Cat loader and shut it down, after first putting out the fire on the generator.
Around this time a friend of his stopped by and when seeing Orville he said, "What happened?"
"I had a little accident." That's what real men say.
The friend passed out and fell to the ground as he did not like mangled arms, exposed bones and loooots of blood.
Orville had to tend to his fallen friend and when he came too Orville said, "Now, don't look at me just drive me to the hospital.
For over six months they tried to save what should have been cut off immediately. Orville said he got a whole lot of other sickness's playing 'their' games.
The story went on but now you know the basic outline. He did say little boys love touching his stub but hardly any little girls. Currently he has three stents and has suffered heart attacks along with the removal of some organs and once shit blood for a period of six months. The man was great!
But today's story still got better. Mark was helping me drive fence posts into the ground. While I was pounding one the vibrations disturbed a yellowjacket nest in the ground, soon hundreds were swarming and many landed on Mark, I yelled to him, "Run!" and he sure did but first he experienced at least forty stings on his head and body.
Bee's leave me alone so I just sat there and asked, 'Are you allergic?' He said, "Nah...just hurts a bit." (another real man)
Mark got stung three more times today as he really did not understand...
Anyway, just another day and to finish it off I got stuck in my driveway (for being lazy) but hey, it was truly an inspirational day.
For any writers who can't think of things to write I suggest starting a business and write about all the crazy shit that happens.
Now today, wow.
"Oh goody Robin, I bet you're gonna write about it." (burp)
You bet your sweet ass I am parasite.
"Oh...Yay! Rah rah! (burp) Before you start blabbing where did you hide the new batch of potato chips?"
You think I'm gonna tell you, go search for them yourself. Might I suggest looking in India?
"Dick..."
***
Today I worked for Star again, most wonderful experience. I've had great experiences this past year working for people. Such people as Greg, who turned me loose with a new excavator and tractor (still pissed though about the rock damaging the fender). Larry and Marlene, both who are teaching me about Jewish customs (most of the words make my head hurt) Steve the dinosaur man, neighbors, friends, strangers, it has been wonderful.
As for today it is a story worthy of being written:
It started out early and was fast paced. Rock stacking, gravel spreading, switching VIN numbers for Bob on his Suzuki Samarai, and then it got even better.
First, I got chewed out by a hawk. I suppose i deserve it but hey, it is what it is. Next I had a great talk with the wind that told me a joke and finished the punchline by making cottonwood leaves twirl up and down in mini-tornado.
I witnessed Bob's crazy neighbors who tried to get Bob angry, using words of power but Bob? He did what 99.9% of humanity would never do, he used peace and it pissed off the neighbor so much they called the sheriff and then I got to see the law arrive.
Pretty tame shit huh? Well, it then got better. A short man named Orville arrived in a favorite truck of mine, a Mack. The truck had been through a lot and was a bit older than old but it still performed great, hauling large rocks termed, pit run. (Mack trucks are wonderful!)
Anyway, Orville is missing most of his left arm and I am not afraid of anything so I asked, 'How did you do it?"
"I lost it in a rock crusher four years ago."
Coooool...
He told me he felt nothing until he heard what sounded like two gunshots. Turns out it was his arm bones snapping when he was getting sucked in.
He said what saved him was his shoulders hitting the machine and blocking his body from going in.
Standing there he was trapped but still conscious. He found a steel bar and shoved it under the drive chain causing it to jump the sprocket and stop chewing his mangled arm, but he was still trapped. No one around, but he finally managed to pull the moosh out, just in time to see his huge generator catch on fire. It caught on fire because the infeed electric motor had kept running material with bound up and put such strain on the system 'boom'.
He did what all guys in a situation would do. He climbed up into his Cat loader and shut it down, after first putting out the fire on the generator.
Around this time a friend of his stopped by and when seeing Orville he said, "What happened?"
"I had a little accident." That's what real men say.
The friend passed out and fell to the ground as he did not like mangled arms, exposed bones and loooots of blood.
Orville had to tend to his fallen friend and when he came too Orville said, "Now, don't look at me just drive me to the hospital.
For over six months they tried to save what should have been cut off immediately. Orville said he got a whole lot of other sickness's playing 'their' games.
The story went on but now you know the basic outline. He did say little boys love touching his stub but hardly any little girls. Currently he has three stents and has suffered heart attacks along with the removal of some organs and once shit blood for a period of six months. The man was great!
But today's story still got better. Mark was helping me drive fence posts into the ground. While I was pounding one the vibrations disturbed a yellowjacket nest in the ground, soon hundreds were swarming and many landed on Mark, I yelled to him, "Run!" and he sure did but first he experienced at least forty stings on his head and body.
Bee's leave me alone so I just sat there and asked, 'Are you allergic?' He said, "Nah...just hurts a bit." (another real man)
Mark got stung three more times today as he really did not understand...
Anyway, just another day and to finish it off I got stuck in my driveway (for being lazy) but hey, it was truly an inspirational day.
For any writers who can't think of things to write I suggest starting a business and write about all the crazy shit that happens.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Completely understand... The talk of her suicide is a link forged in Hell binding any freedom. It is not fear, not choice...Holding what cannot be held, captive.
This world is the world belonging to what truly cannot understand - Life, freedom... - an illusion.
My world is one of...
***
The Wind
Molten tides centered, iron mass, wave after wave
spilling bowels released.
Sandy bottom oceans breeze, fish float gently as jelly fish take course
Above the chop, the light sends winged and cloud to drift.
Coronal wink past a full moon catches me
once blissful, asleep, secure, \ until, a door opened.
Doors keep out the wind, containing
Doors opened,
release.
i understand now this naked feeling
it is what it is
now adrift and letting loose the strings of a world
not mine, never was, never will be.
Out past the moon, the Sun,
past the rings of Jupiter, Pluto, Aaron, and Luke
far past the souls of those who won and lost
no more a ladder
no more Milky Way
Swept gently to the other worlds
to find again
what was found...
A comet shining
God.
***
( i listened to a woman talk of killing herself these past few days. i once had a man call me only minutes before he blew his brains out, he was a friend, a nice man, and he could no longer take this world. do i blame him? who am i? I am a visitor here on this fucked up world, watching and regretting ever getting the assignment)
A story?
Real?
Did it catch a readers mind?
Emotions are a powerful inspiration, matters pertaining to the heart being it hate, love, life or death...
"What a fucked up piece of writing Robin, by the way, I found your new stash of chips."
Knock yourself out parasite, really. Here, use this baseball bat.
This world is the world belonging to what truly cannot understand - Life, freedom... - an illusion.
My world is one of...
***
The Wind
Molten tides centered, iron mass, wave after wave
spilling bowels released.
Sandy bottom oceans breeze, fish float gently as jelly fish take course
Above the chop, the light sends winged and cloud to drift.
Coronal wink past a full moon catches me
once blissful, asleep, secure, \ until, a door opened.
Doors keep out the wind, containing
Doors opened,
release.
i understand now this naked feeling
it is what it is
now adrift and letting loose the strings of a world
not mine, never was, never will be.
Out past the moon, the Sun,
past the rings of Jupiter, Pluto, Aaron, and Luke
far past the souls of those who won and lost
no more a ladder
no more Milky Way
Swept gently to the other worlds
to find again
what was found...
A comet shining
God.
***
( i listened to a woman talk of killing herself these past few days. i once had a man call me only minutes before he blew his brains out, he was a friend, a nice man, and he could no longer take this world. do i blame him? who am i? I am a visitor here on this fucked up world, watching and regretting ever getting the assignment)
A story?
Real?
Did it catch a readers mind?
Emotions are a powerful inspiration, matters pertaining to the heart being it hate, love, life or death...
"What a fucked up piece of writing Robin, by the way, I found your new stash of chips."
Knock yourself out parasite, really. Here, use this baseball bat.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Monday's. Some people hate Monday's but not me, Monday's mean work and work is good!
Gonna rips some bushes out and laugh at the deer.
Inspiring morning, currently listening to "Boom boom boom," by ZZ Top. Lyrics are simple, easy to sing along with.
***
Hello Monday
Boom Boom Boom
Bang Bang Bang
I love the way you walk
I love the way you talk
It's gonna be a great day!
Bushes gonna scream
Turkeys gonna flee
Deer gonna grumble
Boom Boom Boom
Bang Bang Bang
Work today
Work tomorrow
Work for eternity!
Now where the fuck did I put the excavator key?
Gonna rips some bushes out and laugh at the deer.
Inspiring morning, currently listening to "Boom boom boom," by ZZ Top. Lyrics are simple, easy to sing along with.
***
Hello Monday
Boom Boom Boom
Bang Bang Bang
I love the way you walk
I love the way you talk
It's gonna be a great day!
Bushes gonna scream
Turkeys gonna flee
Deer gonna grumble
Boom Boom Boom
Bang Bang Bang
Work today
Work tomorrow
Work for eternity!
Now where the fuck did I put the excavator key?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Ha! Great day. $500 ($50 of that was a tip). At this rate I'll be able to eat potato chips everyday!
"Robin?"
Yes parasite?
"Get more Maui Onion..."
You bet, and just say no to that Winco Jalapeno crappy chips.
"Here, here. Shit, I actually agree with you on something...Damn. I'm off to see a shrink, I think I need therapy."
Therapy? Ha! You need a whoooole lot more than therapy.
Speaking of therapy, writing is my therapy. I love writing, I love potato chips and today I love the payment I got from a little girl named, Ksenya.
Ksenya is a little girl I met at the local farmers market. She has an old soul in a young body and I have written about her before. Anyway, I made this girl a special rock powered boat and when I had it ready she was not there to pick it up, so I gave it to a family friend of hers. This was close to two months ago. I wondered how she liked it or if she got it. It was not a 'gift' as I wanted her to make me something as payment. At first I thought it would be an origami piece or a pine cone but today I was pleasantly surprised to get a letter from her with a pencil drawing.
Most wonderful! One side was a picture of a tree with a bird nest in a branch. At the base of the tree is an elephant spraying water on a fire. I know it is water and fire because she wrote the words with arrows pointing.
On the other side was a drawing of a big bird taking up most of the paper. this bird had hair and wore a top hat. To the left was another picture of a bird in a frame. The words coming from the birds mouth are, "Honey, I'm home!" To the right of the birds wing is a table with 'honey' being pointed out and 'money', along with a hat rack holding a cane.
In the lower left there was the sun, a bee, and a tear. There were steps going down to a 'bed' on 'carpet on 'grass' on 'dirt' on 'lava'...
To anyone, and I mean, anyone else... this drawing has no more meaning than 'cute' or 'kid stuff' or 'who gives a flying fuck', but for me there are no words I can use to express my joy as it proved what i knew...
Anyway, just another example for writers and poets that even a child's simple drawing can be more than inspirational.
And at no extra cost, a poem is created.
***
Time flies
under wing
over tongue.
A little girl to grow
A grown girl to know
A reason for reasons with seasons.
Trapped in a body, a shell created to bind
Finding solace in innocence
to Ksenya
my heartfelt thanks.
"Robin?"
Yes parasite?
"Get more Maui Onion..."
You bet, and just say no to that Winco Jalapeno crappy chips.
"Here, here. Shit, I actually agree with you on something...Damn. I'm off to see a shrink, I think I need therapy."
Therapy? Ha! You need a whoooole lot more than therapy.
Speaking of therapy, writing is my therapy. I love writing, I love potato chips and today I love the payment I got from a little girl named, Ksenya.
Ksenya is a little girl I met at the local farmers market. She has an old soul in a young body and I have written about her before. Anyway, I made this girl a special rock powered boat and when I had it ready she was not there to pick it up, so I gave it to a family friend of hers. This was close to two months ago. I wondered how she liked it or if she got it. It was not a 'gift' as I wanted her to make me something as payment. At first I thought it would be an origami piece or a pine cone but today I was pleasantly surprised to get a letter from her with a pencil drawing.
Most wonderful! One side was a picture of a tree with a bird nest in a branch. At the base of the tree is an elephant spraying water on a fire. I know it is water and fire because she wrote the words with arrows pointing.
On the other side was a drawing of a big bird taking up most of the paper. this bird had hair and wore a top hat. To the left was another picture of a bird in a frame. The words coming from the birds mouth are, "Honey, I'm home!" To the right of the birds wing is a table with 'honey' being pointed out and 'money', along with a hat rack holding a cane.
In the lower left there was the sun, a bee, and a tear. There were steps going down to a 'bed' on 'carpet on 'grass' on 'dirt' on 'lava'...
To anyone, and I mean, anyone else... this drawing has no more meaning than 'cute' or 'kid stuff' or 'who gives a flying fuck', but for me there are no words I can use to express my joy as it proved what i knew...
Anyway, just another example for writers and poets that even a child's simple drawing can be more than inspirational.
And at no extra cost, a poem is created.
***
Time flies
under wing
over tongue.
A little girl to grow
A grown girl to know
A reason for reasons with seasons.
Trapped in a body, a shell created to bind
Finding solace in innocence
to Ksenya
my heartfelt thanks.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Road Grader
Roaring life of spent fuel, reminiscent of a dinosaur
Cat 130G with a yellow skin
claw of blade
extended.
Rain poured to soften the blow
Running
Falling
Gravel hardened by a previous sun
soft
yielding
mellow.
Passing with large rubber wheels spinning
Pressing smooth over the rough
while
outside the cloudy sky revealed
trees, birds, rain, mud, cars, life...
Today was a good day for improvement
thinking tomorrow the sun will return
gravel behaving
smooth travel and pay.
Roaring life of spent fuel, reminiscent of a dinosaur
Cat 130G with a yellow skin
claw of blade
extended.
Rain poured to soften the blow
Running
Falling
Gravel hardened by a previous sun
soft
yielding
mellow.
Passing with large rubber wheels spinning
Pressing smooth over the rough
while
outside the cloudy sky revealed
trees, birds, rain, mud, cars, life...
Today was a good day for improvement
thinking tomorrow the sun will return
gravel behaving
smooth travel and pay.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Wonderful day, ten hours of grading. It was fun watching the sparks fly as the blade ground through grading-F gravel almost as hard as concrete. Inspirational and a poem makes smoke.
***
Rocky Flame
From a planet comes the heat
Melting the glaciers stopping the ice creep
Millions upon millions of years to create
Mountains
Volcano's
Lava
Rocks
Heat.
Tree's grew from soil, from soil grew animals, plants; food, shelter, life...
Mammals, reptiles, insects, fish...
all grew to compete.
Man
Woman
Male
Female
Cold with warm blood,
looking to survive with heat.
A species, an enigma, needing clothing, fire, shelter
Heat.
Striking flint
Smashing basalt
Cutting bar of machine causing great friction...
Heat.
A heart, beating, pumping hot blood
not mine as mine is black as coal, hard as stone, and cold...
only?
Pierced by an arrow, a glancing blow, a spark,
leading to
flame.
***
Rocky Flame
From a planet comes the heat
Melting the glaciers stopping the ice creep
Millions upon millions of years to create
Mountains
Volcano's
Lava
Rocks
Heat.
Tree's grew from soil, from soil grew animals, plants; food, shelter, life...
Mammals, reptiles, insects, fish...
all grew to compete.
Man
Woman
Male
Female
Cold with warm blood,
looking to survive with heat.
A species, an enigma, needing clothing, fire, shelter
Heat.
Striking flint
Smashing basalt
Cutting bar of machine causing great friction...
Heat.
A heart, beating, pumping hot blood
not mine as mine is black as coal, hard as stone, and cold...
only?
Pierced by an arrow, a glancing blow, a spark,
leading to
flame.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Puzzle
On the box a scene complete, a picture pristine, free of cracks and pieces.
Jumbled
Confused
In the dark lay random,
pieces.
\
\\
\\\
Brought to light the box cracked open
pieces up, up-side-down, scattered across a landscape
Table
Floor
Carpet
World of your own making...
///
//
/
"Patience is a virtue..." say those whose life is eternal
"Seize the moment," or in Latin, "Carpe momentum..." say those whose life is short and dismal
-
--
---
--
-
The Hand picks up each piece, seeing potential
each a minute of hours of days, weeks, years...
Finally,
locking together'
seeing...
0
00
000
00
0
Silence now, work done, seeds planted,
the Hand motionless
World showing carpe momentum and patience...
*
**
***
**
*
A picture complete, cracks sealed, a baby winking,
yet?
an empty space
a missing piece
maybe the dog ate it?
Maybe it was never in the box?
.()..()...()..().
Yet, on the side, ignored, forgotten,
a box cover showing a complete pristine picture
without the carpe momentum
without the patience
without the wiggly, random cracks
the sweat
the blood
the tears
the joy,
yes, a puzzle, pictures cut into tiny pieces,
Represent
Real
Life.
On the box a scene complete, a picture pristine, free of cracks and pieces.
Jumbled
Confused
In the dark lay random,
pieces.
\
\\
\\\
Brought to light the box cracked open
pieces up, up-side-down, scattered across a landscape
Table
Floor
Carpet
World of your own making...
///
//
/
"Patience is a virtue..." say those whose life is eternal
"Seize the moment," or in Latin, "Carpe momentum..." say those whose life is short and dismal
-
--
---
--
-
The Hand picks up each piece, seeing potential
each a minute of hours of days, weeks, years...
Finally,
locking together'
seeing...
0
00
000
00
0
Silence now, work done, seeds planted,
the Hand motionless
World showing carpe momentum and patience...
*
**
***
**
*
A picture complete, cracks sealed, a baby winking,
yet?
an empty space
a missing piece
maybe the dog ate it?
Maybe it was never in the box?
.()..()...()..().
Yet, on the side, ignored, forgotten,
a box cover showing a complete pristine picture
without the carpe momentum
without the patience
without the wiggly, random cracks
the sweat
the blood
the tears
the joy,
yes, a puzzle, pictures cut into tiny pieces,
Represent
Real
Life.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
In case anyone lives under a rock an does not know, there is an election coming for a country currently going by the name, United States. During this election there is a choice between two people. One going by the name, Trump, and one going by the name Clinton.
Both people are interesting, both have positive attributes and both have horrible, shitty, actions they have done in the past, present, and future. Both are just an example of the human herd running amuck on this planet. Who will win? Who will lose? The answer is: We all will.
"Robin? What in the hell are you babbling about now? Politics? People don't want to talk about politics or religion. Can't you write about fucking, horror, or at least about potato chips?"
No, well, yes, I could write about such but tonight it is about power. Power is very inspirational and the current election mood for this country is definitely inspirational.
"You have the power over stars Robin, is that powerful?"
No, that is easy, for humans though, understanding the enigma of humanity...For those able to understand people, now that is power...
"Man dude, you concern yourself with a species not really worth it..."
Oh, you're wrong parasite, very wrong. This species is special among many species. Not the best example of life by far but also, not the worst. It is a species full of potential and hope. Yes, it does have a loooong, loooooong, looooooooooooooong way to evolve (and it will) but for power, I'd rather destroy ten Sun[s] than to ever try and understand women or the meaning of 'Military Intelligence'.
Speaking of military intelligence, much has been made recently concerning Hillary Clinton's emails.
"Hang the bitch! Traitor!"
Calm down parasite, calm down. You see Agent Barton and i go waaaay back.
"Who? Agent Barton? Sounds like a moron."
Oh no, Agent Barton is a metaphor for the power behind the scenes, the human puppet masters pulling the strings of the populace (puppets) Fun. Humorous. Interesting. Interesting to see the power people try to have over other people.
Anyway, what puppets don't know, I mean, people, is that Hillary purposely did the email 'thing' to bait foreign intelligence, a game of sorts. Each 'side' vying for power, for information, as for humans information is power. The problem for Hillary now is that she was exposed for having the email 'thing'. Now, if she were convicted of a crime she would be punished for doing her 'job'. If she were not pilloried than the information 'others' gained by accessing her email would be shown to really not be important...
What fun! Information can hurt and reward, all at the same time.
People have access to my computer and I could give a flying (censored). What is on my computer is nothing, what is in my head? HA! If this world only knew...
"Hey, I'm hungry, get to the point Robin, and were out of chips. I've resorted to eating pickled mushrooms and they taste like pickled crap. Go buy some more chips."
The point is, for a writer or poet, write about what is, what could be, what was, and what will be. And the point for tonight is that I'm inspired by the silliness of what this world calls, p-o-w-e-r.
***
Air
Invisible and everywhere
In every crack, corner, nook, thing
Below the surface of the sea
Above the galaxy
Free
Simple
Ample
Needed
but to what creature does it really mean?
Does a gazelle think of air while being pursued by the cheetah?
Does a spider ponder more than web or vibration?
Can a plant release when seeking carbon dioxide?
For that matter, can a plant think...
Whales dive deep, exhale, rise, repeat.
Fire explodes with wind, fuel, and heat.
People laugh and talk, cough and sneeze
thinking about controlling
a planet
everything.
When born though, what is the first that comes to mind?
A blue face, lack of oxygen after the cord is severed
until the cry
they start out with the power of air causing the world to hear,
their cry
their powerful cry,
it begins, this power, this power to control a world
until the lungs no longer
wheeze...
Both people are interesting, both have positive attributes and both have horrible, shitty, actions they have done in the past, present, and future. Both are just an example of the human herd running amuck on this planet. Who will win? Who will lose? The answer is: We all will.
"Robin? What in the hell are you babbling about now? Politics? People don't want to talk about politics or religion. Can't you write about fucking, horror, or at least about potato chips?"
No, well, yes, I could write about such but tonight it is about power. Power is very inspirational and the current election mood for this country is definitely inspirational.
"You have the power over stars Robin, is that powerful?"
No, that is easy, for humans though, understanding the enigma of humanity...For those able to understand people, now that is power...
"Man dude, you concern yourself with a species not really worth it..."
Oh, you're wrong parasite, very wrong. This species is special among many species. Not the best example of life by far but also, not the worst. It is a species full of potential and hope. Yes, it does have a loooong, loooooong, looooooooooooooong way to evolve (and it will) but for power, I'd rather destroy ten Sun[s] than to ever try and understand women or the meaning of 'Military Intelligence'.
Speaking of military intelligence, much has been made recently concerning Hillary Clinton's emails.
"Hang the bitch! Traitor!"
Calm down parasite, calm down. You see Agent Barton and i go waaaay back.
"Who? Agent Barton? Sounds like a moron."
Oh no, Agent Barton is a metaphor for the power behind the scenes, the human puppet masters pulling the strings of the populace (puppets) Fun. Humorous. Interesting. Interesting to see the power people try to have over other people.
Anyway, what puppets don't know, I mean, people, is that Hillary purposely did the email 'thing' to bait foreign intelligence, a game of sorts. Each 'side' vying for power, for information, as for humans information is power. The problem for Hillary now is that she was exposed for having the email 'thing'. Now, if she were convicted of a crime she would be punished for doing her 'job'. If she were not pilloried than the information 'others' gained by accessing her email would be shown to really not be important...
What fun! Information can hurt and reward, all at the same time.
People have access to my computer and I could give a flying (censored). What is on my computer is nothing, what is in my head? HA! If this world only knew...
"Hey, I'm hungry, get to the point Robin, and were out of chips. I've resorted to eating pickled mushrooms and they taste like pickled crap. Go buy some more chips."
The point is, for a writer or poet, write about what is, what could be, what was, and what will be. And the point for tonight is that I'm inspired by the silliness of what this world calls, p-o-w-e-r.
***
Air
Invisible and everywhere
In every crack, corner, nook, thing
Below the surface of the sea
Above the galaxy
Free
Simple
Ample
Needed
but to what creature does it really mean?
Does a gazelle think of air while being pursued by the cheetah?
Does a spider ponder more than web or vibration?
Can a plant release when seeking carbon dioxide?
For that matter, can a plant think...
Whales dive deep, exhale, rise, repeat.
Fire explodes with wind, fuel, and heat.
People laugh and talk, cough and sneeze
thinking about controlling
a planet
everything.
When born though, what is the first that comes to mind?
A blue face, lack of oxygen after the cord is severed
until the cry
they start out with the power of air causing the world to hear,
their cry
their powerful cry,
it begins, this power, this power to control a world
until the lungs no longer
wheeze...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Oh, the inspiration...
***
"Robin! Wake up!"
What?
"Hey, get your fat ass out of bed, you gotta read this..."
Parasite, you're a pain in the ass.
"Ah, you whining little prick...I don't give a shit how you feel, you can sleep when you're dead. You gotta get up and read this!"
Okay, okay, what do you want me to read?
Swedish brewery makes the world's most expensive potato chip
(Google it, it is real)
Wow, $56 for a box containing five chips...
"I want a box Robin...Can I? Huh, can I have a box?"
Are you retarded parasite? For $56 I can buy forty 'bags' of chips at Winco.
"Yeah, but these are Swedish and the box looks cools and the chips gotta be great and, and, and..."
And shut the hell up parasite. You woke me up from a great sleep for this? But, just to keep you happy I'll buy myself some chips and for you a bag of those crappy jalapeno Winco chips you love...
"Dick."
***
"Robin! Wake up!"
What?
"Hey, get your fat ass out of bed, you gotta read this..."
Parasite, you're a pain in the ass.
"Ah, you whining little prick...I don't give a shit how you feel, you can sleep when you're dead. You gotta get up and read this!"
Okay, okay, what do you want me to read?
Swedish brewery makes the world's most expensive potato chip
(Google it, it is real)
Wow, $56 for a box containing five chips...
"I want a box Robin...Can I? Huh, can I have a box?"
Are you retarded parasite? For $56 I can buy forty 'bags' of chips at Winco.
"Yeah, but these are Swedish and the box looks cools and the chips gotta be great and, and, and..."
And shut the hell up parasite. You woke me up from a great sleep for this? But, just to keep you happy I'll buy myself some chips and for you a bag of those crappy jalapeno Winco chips you love...
"Dick."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite...Parasite? Damn...what the hell are you eating now?
(munch munch)" I ran out of pickled mushrooms, ate those nasty (munch munch crunch) peanuts and discovered the corgi dog food aint that bad..."(burp)
Well why you stuff your face with processed fish guts and lamb entrails I'll tell you that my trip to Winco was a success. I bought chips that have names which if I'm correct in my hypothesis, should cause an explosive reaction when mixed with water and kidney beans.
Oh, and parasite?
(the parasite was unable to talk as the drool was ample and flowing, Robins chip foray today was amazing. BBQ, Lime, Sea salt, Jalepeno, Bacon flavored, cheese...and that only scratched the surface. the parasite was feeling what some would call 'a religious' experience.)
Ha! And guess what parasite, none for you... well, except for the jalapeno, I know how dearly you love jalapeno chips from Winco.
(we leave this scene now with the parasite crying; dog kibble bits and crumbs falling from his quivering lips. also, he was banging his head on the table chain3ed to a tree of which there is no escape)
***
Inspired now by a visit with neighbor yesterday. Basically the neighbor chewed me out because I sawmill for a living. He was rude, crude, and his intelligence level was actually less than the parasite (currently still crying and saying, "Why, why me..." until he spied a bag of plain chips Robin left as a gift for the parasite on the table...only it was just out of reach of the chained creature)
People love to tell other people what to do or complain without giving possible solutions. For example: Yesterday I asked him what a solution to the problem (in his head) would be and he said, "That's not my problem to solve it's yours..."
One of the more amusing statements he made was, "If my wife gets in an accident with a log truck I'm going to blame you and come down there..." So, going by his logic, his wife could be high on cocaine, naked, and driving 100mph, hit a log truck, and blame me. Wonderful example of humanity. Also, why is it always the other guys fault? Why me? Why the driver of a log truck?
He acted as if I get ten loads delivered a day when in actuality I have received six car trailer loads, three flatbed loads and one bona fide log truck load...all year.
Poor man. I'm very used to ignorance so I do not hold it against him, however I will interact with him in a totally different manner now.
It will be sooooo nice to leave this fucked up planet. Soooo nice indeed. As to a solution I told him I would call every time I have a truck coming with logs. Power. Humanity and their love of power. He smiled in a weird satisfied way and waved as I drove away.
And thus, a poem is to blame.
***
Do as I say and not as I do
What's good for me should not be good for you
It's all about me, you know
and you are?
I can do what I want because I am
you however
are nothing
Look at me!
I go to church and make donations
I'm rich and don't need to work because you're stupid
(silence)
(there is power in the quiet of night as the wind caresses, the owls hoot, the time of no humans)
To those who seek power over others, thinking they know yet complain
without solutions
remember
with humans
there is always someone else
smarter
better
faster
cruel
and like you,
human.
(munch munch)" I ran out of pickled mushrooms, ate those nasty (munch munch crunch) peanuts and discovered the corgi dog food aint that bad..."(burp)
Well why you stuff your face with processed fish guts and lamb entrails I'll tell you that my trip to Winco was a success. I bought chips that have names which if I'm correct in my hypothesis, should cause an explosive reaction when mixed with water and kidney beans.
Oh, and parasite?
(the parasite was unable to talk as the drool was ample and flowing, Robins chip foray today was amazing. BBQ, Lime, Sea salt, Jalepeno, Bacon flavored, cheese...and that only scratched the surface. the parasite was feeling what some would call 'a religious' experience.)
Ha! And guess what parasite, none for you... well, except for the jalapeno, I know how dearly you love jalapeno chips from Winco.
(we leave this scene now with the parasite crying; dog kibble bits and crumbs falling from his quivering lips. also, he was banging his head on the table chain3ed to a tree of which there is no escape)
***
Inspired now by a visit with neighbor yesterday. Basically the neighbor chewed me out because I sawmill for a living. He was rude, crude, and his intelligence level was actually less than the parasite (currently still crying and saying, "Why, why me..." until he spied a bag of plain chips Robin left as a gift for the parasite on the table...only it was just out of reach of the chained creature)
People love to tell other people what to do or complain without giving possible solutions. For example: Yesterday I asked him what a solution to the problem (in his head) would be and he said, "That's not my problem to solve it's yours..."
One of the more amusing statements he made was, "If my wife gets in an accident with a log truck I'm going to blame you and come down there..." So, going by his logic, his wife could be high on cocaine, naked, and driving 100mph, hit a log truck, and blame me. Wonderful example of humanity. Also, why is it always the other guys fault? Why me? Why the driver of a log truck?
He acted as if I get ten loads delivered a day when in actuality I have received six car trailer loads, three flatbed loads and one bona fide log truck load...all year.
Poor man. I'm very used to ignorance so I do not hold it against him, however I will interact with him in a totally different manner now.
It will be sooooo nice to leave this fucked up planet. Soooo nice indeed. As to a solution I told him I would call every time I have a truck coming with logs. Power. Humanity and their love of power. He smiled in a weird satisfied way and waved as I drove away.
And thus, a poem is to blame.
***
Do as I say and not as I do
What's good for me should not be good for you
It's all about me, you know
and you are?
I can do what I want because I am
you however
are nothing
Look at me!
I go to church and make donations
I'm rich and don't need to work because you're stupid
(silence)
(there is power in the quiet of night as the wind caresses, the owls hoot, the time of no humans)
To those who seek power over others, thinking they know yet complain
without solutions
remember
with humans
there is always someone else
smarter
better
faster
cruel
and like you,
human.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Yikes!
"What's up now dick head...(munch munch, crunch...)"
I see you escaped and dove into the chip inventory parasite... but that's okay as today was a busy day.
"So (munch, crunch...) what's up with 'Yikes!' Did you manage to get an erection or did you discover you have a belly button?"
No, nothing like that I just like saying, yikes. Language is interesting and my OCD often gets side-tracked by music and words. Currently, -yikes- has caught my attention. Just the origin of words are interesting. Yikes:
exclamation of alarm or surprise, by 1953; perhaps from yoicks, a call in fox-hunting, attested from c.1770. Yike "a fight" is slang attested from 1940, of uncertain connection.(from an online dictionary so it must be true)
How the hell can this species function when the words it loves to throw around change in meaning constantly? Yikes a fight and also used to call foxes so as to kill them in a 'hunt'?
Gay used to mean happy and now...Love is love/good and bad. Bad now means good and good? 'Good' will probably become a definition for a venereal disease one gets from coupling with a porpoise.
"(munch munch) I tried the porpoise thing... it was baaad, made me feel gay but I made love to that fishy till he screamed like Flipper. And come to think of it? My ass has had a rash ever since, maybe I caught some good..."
Parasite, nothing you do or have done can shock me.
"Oh yeah? Well check this out Robin. I like you, I really do. The way the sunlight frames your face in the sunset, and your buttocks? Wow..."
Yikes!
***
Words
What is a word is not a question
To question one needs words and if words are not a question
they must be the answer.
Questions
Answers
Answers
Questions
Receiving an answer only leads to more questions
more words
more answers.
Can this world survive without words?
Another question
Endless answers.
Question: Why do dead people have words carved on their headstone?
To announce?
To answer the curiosity of those still alive to ask questions?
Listen to the wind and what to you hear?
Questions?
Answers?
Nothing?
Listen
Don't speak
Feel.
"What's up now dick head...(munch munch, crunch...)"
I see you escaped and dove into the chip inventory parasite... but that's okay as today was a busy day.
"So (munch, crunch...) what's up with 'Yikes!' Did you manage to get an erection or did you discover you have a belly button?"
No, nothing like that I just like saying, yikes. Language is interesting and my OCD often gets side-tracked by music and words. Currently, -yikes- has caught my attention. Just the origin of words are interesting. Yikes:
exclamation of alarm or surprise, by 1953; perhaps from yoicks, a call in fox-hunting, attested from c.1770. Yike "a fight" is slang attested from 1940, of uncertain connection.(from an online dictionary so it must be true)
How the hell can this species function when the words it loves to throw around change in meaning constantly? Yikes a fight and also used to call foxes so as to kill them in a 'hunt'?
Gay used to mean happy and now...Love is love/good and bad. Bad now means good and good? 'Good' will probably become a definition for a venereal disease one gets from coupling with a porpoise.
"(munch munch) I tried the porpoise thing... it was baaad, made me feel gay but I made love to that fishy till he screamed like Flipper. And come to think of it? My ass has had a rash ever since, maybe I caught some good..."
Parasite, nothing you do or have done can shock me.
"Oh yeah? Well check this out Robin. I like you, I really do. The way the sunlight frames your face in the sunset, and your buttocks? Wow..."
Yikes!
***
Words
What is a word is not a question
To question one needs words and if words are not a question
they must be the answer.
Questions
Answers
Answers
Questions
Receiving an answer only leads to more questions
more words
more answers.
Can this world survive without words?
Another question
Endless answers.
Question: Why do dead people have words carved on their headstone?
To announce?
To answer the curiosity of those still alive to ask questions?
Listen to the wind and what to you hear?
Questions?
Answers?
Nothing?
Listen
Don't speak
Feel.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"I'm sick of chips Robin."
No you're not, you're just sick, real sick, you're a true sicko parasite.
"No, really, I'm sick of chips. While you were out working, or contemplating why the fog was so thick today, I binged. Got any Pepto Bismal?"
(rustling in the background)
"What are you doing Robin? Are those cheese doodles?"
Yep.
"Are they the spicy kind?"
Yep.
(silence)
"Can I have one?
I thought you were sick of chips?
"Well, yeah, but those are doodles not chips..."
Nope, can't have any, but here is some Pepto.
***
Fog
It was the kind not kind
clinging
thick
depressing.
Tractor lurching, first gear high
Grinding horseshit and weeds
Soaking wet to include the feet.
Thinking hard wishing they'd understand
the people
the herd
my kind.
Farmers toil
Doctors heal
Teachers teach
Fools fool
Death dies.
Soaked now, the bones swelling
Thinking hard
until
getting mad.
Asking the sun to shine
Asking the body to warm
Asking the feet to dry
Asking the bones to once again be firm
Asking the fog to flee
Answered by all with success
One more bit of asking to try.
Asking for understanding
realizing they could
but they can't
they say i'm stubborn as a mule
crazy
they say many things
but if they only knew
...
at least
i try.
*
(it was a wet day here but the sun did shine and I made a 96 year old woman happy, her daughter with the desire to purchase here own small John Deere tractor and her husband to talk of muscle cars, roofs, and time. excellent for inspiration)
No you're not, you're just sick, real sick, you're a true sicko parasite.
"No, really, I'm sick of chips. While you were out working, or contemplating why the fog was so thick today, I binged. Got any Pepto Bismal?"
(rustling in the background)
"What are you doing Robin? Are those cheese doodles?"
Yep.
"Are they the spicy kind?"
Yep.
(silence)
"Can I have one?
I thought you were sick of chips?
"Well, yeah, but those are doodles not chips..."
Nope, can't have any, but here is some Pepto.
***
Fog
It was the kind not kind
clinging
thick
depressing.
Tractor lurching, first gear high
Grinding horseshit and weeds
Soaking wet to include the feet.
Thinking hard wishing they'd understand
the people
the herd
my kind.
Farmers toil
Doctors heal
Teachers teach
Fools fool
Death dies.
Soaked now, the bones swelling
Thinking hard
until
getting mad.
Asking the sun to shine
Asking the body to warm
Asking the feet to dry
Asking the bones to once again be firm
Asking the fog to flee
Answered by all with success
One more bit of asking to try.
Asking for understanding
realizing they could
but they can't
they say i'm stubborn as a mule
crazy
they say many things
but if they only knew
...
at least
i try.
*
(it was a wet day here but the sun did shine and I made a 96 year old woman happy, her daughter with the desire to purchase here own small John Deere tractor and her husband to talk of muscle cars, roofs, and time. excellent for inspiration)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Parasite? Are you okay?
I finished another great day working, I mean, torturing Larry, and finished putting on the polycarb panels on the green house. (Larry endures my brutal joking and still does not fire me...though, come to think of it, I've not been paid in two months...) Anyway, arriving home it became obvious the parasite was acting different. He was silent and laying on the floor.
Hey, parasite, are you alive?
"Ohhh, my whole body hurts."
Shit. You're still alive. So, what did you do today that caused you to look dead.
"Well, remember the porpoise? Got me all aroused just thinking about it so I ran across a herd of horny does (and a few bucks that go 'both ways') Wow, talk about a fun orgy."
I see. Serves you right. And you know what? That broken deer antler sticking out of your ass looks great.
Turning his head feebly, barely able to raise it off the floor, the parasite tried to look at his ass and said, "I have an antler sticking out of my ass?"
Ha! Made you look. Idiot. You'd know if a deer antler was sticking out of your ass, but as long as you're going to be laying on the floor for awhile, do you mind if I use you as a foot stool?
"Dick," but the parasite was unable to move much and had to accept a stinky pair of feet full of bacteria feasting on the excretions of body oils and sweat, now resting on the parasites face.
Ahhh, much better.
***
For inspiration for both writers and poets, the sources are endless. Work. Play. Sex. Pain. Nature. Even science, tech manuals, cook books. Inspiration comes from many arena's. Today, I got inspired by a website I enjoy, spaceweather.com
It is a fun site and along with space trivia it contains absolutely beautiful pictures of God's handiwork, or if you're atheist or a troll, beautiful pictures of magnetic storms and light refraction.
*
Solar Wind
Wings stretched the night sky embraced
Talons grasping the line between what is and what is not
Reality
Fantasy
Material
Immaterial
Enslaved
Free.
Mundane moments of humanity
A wind tears a ladies umbrella in London
A man peeing against the breeze stains shoes and trousers
A child's kite breaks the string.
Tail twined around a moon
Tongue lapping up the Sun's spice
Eternal blackness
Eternal light.
Open jaws, maw full of flowers, swirling spirals spinning laughter
Breast plate armored
Eyes closed as the mermaids music cause mortals to swoon,
their sound soothing to the beast.
Playing now, riding the wind encompassed
to sleep the centuries of morning
for immortal be.
(a dragons dream)
I finished another great day working, I mean, torturing Larry, and finished putting on the polycarb panels on the green house. (Larry endures my brutal joking and still does not fire me...though, come to think of it, I've not been paid in two months...) Anyway, arriving home it became obvious the parasite was acting different. He was silent and laying on the floor.
Hey, parasite, are you alive?
"Ohhh, my whole body hurts."
Shit. You're still alive. So, what did you do today that caused you to look dead.
"Well, remember the porpoise? Got me all aroused just thinking about it so I ran across a herd of horny does (and a few bucks that go 'both ways') Wow, talk about a fun orgy."
I see. Serves you right. And you know what? That broken deer antler sticking out of your ass looks great.
Turning his head feebly, barely able to raise it off the floor, the parasite tried to look at his ass and said, "I have an antler sticking out of my ass?"
Ha! Made you look. Idiot. You'd know if a deer antler was sticking out of your ass, but as long as you're going to be laying on the floor for awhile, do you mind if I use you as a foot stool?
"Dick," but the parasite was unable to move much and had to accept a stinky pair of feet full of bacteria feasting on the excretions of body oils and sweat, now resting on the parasites face.
Ahhh, much better.
***
For inspiration for both writers and poets, the sources are endless. Work. Play. Sex. Pain. Nature. Even science, tech manuals, cook books. Inspiration comes from many arena's. Today, I got inspired by a website I enjoy, spaceweather.com
It is a fun site and along with space trivia it contains absolutely beautiful pictures of God's handiwork, or if you're atheist or a troll, beautiful pictures of magnetic storms and light refraction.
*
Solar Wind
Wings stretched the night sky embraced
Talons grasping the line between what is and what is not
Reality
Fantasy
Material
Immaterial
Enslaved
Free.
Mundane moments of humanity
A wind tears a ladies umbrella in London
A man peeing against the breeze stains shoes and trousers
A child's kite breaks the string.
Tail twined around a moon
Tongue lapping up the Sun's spice
Eternal blackness
Eternal light.
Open jaws, maw full of flowers, swirling spirals spinning laughter
Breast plate armored
Eyes closed as the mermaids music cause mortals to swoon,
their sound soothing to the beast.
Playing now, riding the wind encompassed
to sleep the centuries of morning
for immortal be.
(a dragons dream)
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I didn't know you were another fan of Spaceweather. I'm on their email list, so I get occasional alerts to look for aurora that I never get to see. The chart shows I've got about three more hours to miss another one that'll be out of sight over the horizon. Maybe I'll go look anyway.
If you like sci-fi with a lot of science in it, I can recommend Gregory Benford's work. Just go for his solo work and stay away from the ones he co-authored with Larry Niven (who sprinkles all his stuff with magical fairy dust. Can you call it 'sprinkling' if it's applied by the cubic yard?) I'm into the second of three books contained in an omnibus volume, and it's like auditing a particle physics class, but with really good dialog, plot, setting, and characterization. Unique ideas, too.
Breaktime's over; back to my reading.
If you like sci-fi with a lot of science in it, I can recommend Gregory Benford's work. Just go for his solo work and stay away from the ones he co-authored with Larry Niven (who sprinkles all his stuff with magical fairy dust. Can you call it 'sprinkling' if it's applied by the cubic yard?) I'm into the second of three books contained in an omnibus volume, and it's like auditing a particle physics class, but with really good dialog, plot, setting, and characterization. Unique ideas, too.
Breaktime's over; back to my reading.
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hi Lester, yeah I like that website, it posts some of the most beautiful pictures I've seen, plus it's a lot more accurate than the local weatherman.
I'll check him out as it is nice to read sci-fi with some actual reality sounding through. One of the things that annoy me about such stories and movies such as Star Trek or any other is how a ship can be a billion light years away from another and talk as if they were in the same room.
As for magical fairy dust, just the inspiration for tonight's release.
Stay well Lester and thanks for checking in and for the inspiration. Looking to read more about what's going on for Leeta.
***
His Eyes
Pupils
Square
Triangles
Crescent slits.
Blinding white
Deafening black
all in a sea of green.
Taking rest with a blink
on guard to protect
in a few 'hours' an immense battle scene.
Magic, a word for that not understood
Light years sound so far away
yet
in a few 'hours' an immense battle scene.
One thousand, nine hundred and sixty seven years, sixteen hours twenty seven minutes and thirteen, twelve, ten...
seconds
until earth will get to see.
Planets
Moons
Stars
Destroyed
Power beyond your wildest dreams
Showing the evidence to come
all in a few 'hours'
while a naive world
sleeps.
I'll check him out as it is nice to read sci-fi with some actual reality sounding through. One of the things that annoy me about such stories and movies such as Star Trek or any other is how a ship can be a billion light years away from another and talk as if they were in the same room.
As for magical fairy dust, just the inspiration for tonight's release.
Stay well Lester and thanks for checking in and for the inspiration. Looking to read more about what's going on for Leeta.
***
His Eyes
Pupils
Square
Triangles
Crescent slits.
Blinding white
Deafening black
all in a sea of green.
Taking rest with a blink
on guard to protect
in a few 'hours' an immense battle scene.
Magic, a word for that not understood
Light years sound so far away
yet
in a few 'hours' an immense battle scene.
One thousand, nine hundred and sixty seven years, sixteen hours twenty seven minutes and thirteen, twelve, ten...
seconds
until earth will get to see.
Planets
Moons
Stars
Destroyed
Power beyond your wildest dreams
Showing the evidence to come
all in a few 'hours'
while a naive world
sleeps.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Read the email Lester, good chapter.
Also, read a poem about hiding and seeking, for me i found it...inspirational.
***
Lost and found
Finders keepers
Possession is 9/10ths of the law.
To hide is to cover what one does not want seekers to find
Gold
Jewels
Treasure...
Seekers search trying to uncover
Truth
Triumph
Treasure.
Remember the excitement as children?
Counting to ten and saying, "Here I come!"
The giggles
The laughter
The success when uncovering that wanting to be found.
my Life is an open book, there are no secrets
like a mountain thrusting high into the air visible to all
for good or bad
it makes no difference
I cannot hide what has already been found.
***
"Not bad Robin, open book huh? Great. So, where did you hide the chips?"
That's my secret. I hid them, now go seek them. But before you go, here... I bought some new duct tape called, Gorilla tape. Way stronger than the cheap gray colored stuff.
"Hey, why are you putting that on my mouff...Mm ump (gurgling and snot blowing out of the nose)"
Hey, not bad, not bad at all. Now I can get some sleep tonight knowing your greedy little mitts are out of my chip stash.
Also, read a poem about hiding and seeking, for me i found it...inspirational.
***
Lost and found
Finders keepers
Possession is 9/10ths of the law.
To hide is to cover what one does not want seekers to find
Gold
Jewels
Treasure...
Seekers search trying to uncover
Truth
Triumph
Treasure.
Remember the excitement as children?
Counting to ten and saying, "Here I come!"
The giggles
The laughter
The success when uncovering that wanting to be found.
my Life is an open book, there are no secrets
like a mountain thrusting high into the air visible to all
for good or bad
it makes no difference
I cannot hide what has already been found.
***
"Not bad Robin, open book huh? Great. So, where did you hide the chips?"
That's my secret. I hid them, now go seek them. But before you go, here... I bought some new duct tape called, Gorilla tape. Way stronger than the cheap gray colored stuff.
"Hey, why are you putting that on my mouff...Mm ump (gurgling and snot blowing out of the nose)"
Hey, not bad, not bad at all. Now I can get some sleep tonight knowing your greedy little mitts are out of my chip stash.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Can't explain the feelings today. Last night...wow. So much vibrations today. Everywhere even the birds are grounded while the rabbit ran full speed. The smell. The touch. Even the taste. Clarity.
Got so bad I had to download Rob Zombie music, keeps me somewhat sane and that's not saying much...
Inspiration to write forever and time is what i have, endless time, eternal some would call it while others would call it insanity or to be PC, mentally obscure...
***
The Cage
Samson and Delilah
Romeo and Juliet
Cleopatra and Antony
Metal bars, wrought or black iron
Stone barrier
Guarded
though to keep them in
or
others away...
Tree roots travel time and place
small tendrils displace solid matter
entering dimensions beyond space
Leaves a blur of green to yellow to bud to green to yellow...
Stem crawling tall, pulsing, vibrating, expanding
A moon devoured
Wolves glide, guided, rocks explain their silence
Tree cleaned by a wind, branches barren
except
three stars laughing
Trail left aloft now showing the void of infinity
Family of the Comet
by His Hand
a Gift
Life
No prison can hold it, none, not even a planet
Not a Sun
Not a galaxy
None as the wings fly free with His command
In the air today even the smallest of insect could feel it
In the ground today, so strong a bull snake awoke from a dream venturing forth to die
In the water the bubbles came strong to chase the fish
Children cried
Women blushed
Men wondered
Centered on chaos
Laughing
Right hand a sword
Left hand the book of wisdom
Legs carry all forward
Tail's sweeping dance to touch the sky
It was a good day
to fly...
Got so bad I had to download Rob Zombie music, keeps me somewhat sane and that's not saying much...
Inspiration to write forever and time is what i have, endless time, eternal some would call it while others would call it insanity or to be PC, mentally obscure...
***
The Cage
Samson and Delilah
Romeo and Juliet
Cleopatra and Antony
Metal bars, wrought or black iron
Stone barrier
Guarded
though to keep them in
or
others away...
Tree roots travel time and place
small tendrils displace solid matter
entering dimensions beyond space
Leaves a blur of green to yellow to bud to green to yellow...
Stem crawling tall, pulsing, vibrating, expanding
A moon devoured
Wolves glide, guided, rocks explain their silence
Tree cleaned by a wind, branches barren
except
three stars laughing
Trail left aloft now showing the void of infinity
Family of the Comet
by His Hand
a Gift
Life
No prison can hold it, none, not even a planet
Not a Sun
Not a galaxy
None as the wings fly free with His command
In the air today even the smallest of insect could feel it
In the ground today, so strong a bull snake awoke from a dream venturing forth to die
In the water the bubbles came strong to chase the fish
Children cried
Women blushed
Men wondered
Centered on chaos
Laughing
Right hand a sword
Left hand the book of wisdom
Legs carry all forward
Tail's sweeping dance to touch the sky
It was a good day
to fly...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
i
t
i
s
w
h
a
t
i
t
i
s
(a picture is drawn as words cannot express, words are mostly useless)
Can you feel it?
Black sky pulling
Molten core alive
Alive
Senses growling
Vibrations so strong the rocks literally
dance...
Fingers cannot stop as for the blur
Sleep only opens the hallway of doors
Creaking floor amplify the spiders silence
Lips wondering how
Other nights Owl
a laugh
scolding chances
sleep well love,
this night
live the days to come
it is what it is
Life
***
(a poem taken from the wall of a cave written hundreds of years ago by one who knew the dragons, how i came across it...you don't want to know but know, castles are cold without emotions)
t
i
s
w
h
a
t
i
t
i
s
(a picture is drawn as words cannot express, words are mostly useless)
Can you feel it?
Black sky pulling
Molten core alive
Alive
Senses growling
Vibrations so strong the rocks literally
dance...
Fingers cannot stop as for the blur
Sleep only opens the hallway of doors
Creaking floor amplify the spiders silence
Lips wondering how
Other nights Owl
a laugh
scolding chances
sleep well love,
this night
live the days to come
it is what it is
Life
***
(a poem taken from the wall of a cave written hundreds of years ago by one who knew the dragons, how i came across it...you don't want to know but know, castles are cold without emotions)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Searching Philippine
Google searched
Research
'cotton ball seed'
Found steel balls
Blue balls
and a ball buster ad
from an internet beauty queen in the Philippines
It read,
'looking for romance and a man to build rocket ships
also
me be so horny'
I replied and found
a 70 year old man named
Marvin
living in London
Said, what the heck
so
next week we meet in the Accra Ghana airport
he said, "I'll be the short white guy with glasses."
Who knows,
maybe true love?
maybe he can tell me about the genetics of
cotton ball seeds?
maybe he can massage the feet callouses?
or at the least
we can play chess.
(a bit of fun in writing, i actually could see the picture and laugh about it as everyone knows about the genetics of cotton seeds)
Google searched
Research
'cotton ball seed'
Found steel balls
Blue balls
and a ball buster ad
from an internet beauty queen in the Philippines
It read,
'looking for romance and a man to build rocket ships
also
me be so horny'
I replied and found
a 70 year old man named
Marvin
living in London
Said, what the heck
so
next week we meet in the Accra Ghana airport
he said, "I'll be the short white guy with glasses."
Who knows,
maybe true love?
maybe he can tell me about the genetics of
cotton ball seeds?
maybe he can massage the feet callouses?
or at the least
we can play chess.
(a bit of fun in writing, i actually could see the picture and laugh about it as everyone knows about the genetics of cotton seeds)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
My, you're looking dapper tonight parasite, looks like you lost some weight recently.
"No shit Robin, thinking the gorilla tape you put on my mouth had anything to do with that?"
(laughing)
"And another thing, you ate all the favorite chips while I was on a 'diet'. You're truly a dick Robin."
Yes, I know. And you know it takes one to know one. But to show no hard feelings, here is an unopened bag of Maui Onion, just for you.
(speechless)
Parasite, are those tears falling in your first-ever silence?
Regaining his composure the parasite said with a choked voice, "No one has ever been nice to me before. I don't know what to say."
Good. It worked. Say nothing, just sit and eat those chips.
***
Fixed a water hydrant today commonly known as a, frost-free. For those of you living in Florida or some place where snow only exists as a word in a dictionary, frost-free hydrants provide water in cold climates and when finished with the water, after closing the handle the water in the pipe drains down into the earth usually 2' to 4'. In Alaska they don't work because the frost often goes deeper than 12'.
My hydrant was fairly new but today when trying to turn on the water I felt the inside rod break, so, dig dig, swear swear, dig some more...felt like I was escaping from Alcatraz and using a toothpick, damn soil is so rocky and filled with clay it was mostly handwork and I had a fantasy of just using the excavator to rip it all up - water line, hydrant, electric line...but at least I finished, put in a new one and got inspired to boot.
But first, I heard from a friend I have not heard from in awhile, it was nice, and it too was inspiring.
***
Only in trial
With experience,
sweat,
labor,
and pain
Only when faced with obstacles
With experience,
sweat,
labor,
and pain.
Only when using language
With experience,
sweat,
labor,
and pain.
Only then can water flow again clear and pure
With sweetness
peace
and joy.
Covered in mud and dirt
worn upon a naked body
with a simple smile upon
the face.
"No shit Robin, thinking the gorilla tape you put on my mouth had anything to do with that?"
(laughing)
"And another thing, you ate all the favorite chips while I was on a 'diet'. You're truly a dick Robin."
Yes, I know. And you know it takes one to know one. But to show no hard feelings, here is an unopened bag of Maui Onion, just for you.
(speechless)
Parasite, are those tears falling in your first-ever silence?
Regaining his composure the parasite said with a choked voice, "No one has ever been nice to me before. I don't know what to say."
Good. It worked. Say nothing, just sit and eat those chips.
***
Fixed a water hydrant today commonly known as a, frost-free. For those of you living in Florida or some place where snow only exists as a word in a dictionary, frost-free hydrants provide water in cold climates and when finished with the water, after closing the handle the water in the pipe drains down into the earth usually 2' to 4'. In Alaska they don't work because the frost often goes deeper than 12'.
My hydrant was fairly new but today when trying to turn on the water I felt the inside rod break, so, dig dig, swear swear, dig some more...felt like I was escaping from Alcatraz and using a toothpick, damn soil is so rocky and filled with clay it was mostly handwork and I had a fantasy of just using the excavator to rip it all up - water line, hydrant, electric line...but at least I finished, put in a new one and got inspired to boot.
But first, I heard from a friend I have not heard from in awhile, it was nice, and it too was inspiring.
***
Only in trial
With experience,
sweat,
labor,
and pain
Only when faced with obstacles
With experience,
sweat,
labor,
and pain.
Only when using language
With experience,
sweat,
labor,
and pain.
Only then can water flow again clear and pure
With sweetness
peace
and joy.
Covered in mud and dirt
worn upon a naked body
with a simple smile upon
the face.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What a day, worked my ass off, (literally) but got to see a couple of million ladybugs. Got home and see my email account is sending email without me writing them...
"Well, it is Halloween Robin, maybe a ghost is writing."
Yeah Parasite. Say, speaking of Halloween how about you let loose with something scary.
"You sure? Really? You trust me now to write something good?"
No. Your writing is shit but it's Halloween and thus a perfect a perfect moment for shitty horror.
"Oh, I'll do you proud."
***
The Leaf
Written by: The most fantastic writers parasite the world has ever...(Knock that shit off Parasite, just write the fucking story)
Northern Maine, typical beautiful Fall day. Red leaves; yellow, green; so much color, and the clouds were few and far between.
The Halstead Farm. The land the farm was on was as old as the world, it was older than the Indian's who came and made the land their home. This land was then taken away by the European settlers and this land became the Halstead Farm.
In 1939, just in time for the horrors of WWII, Mr. Tom Halstead hung himself from the large Maple tree in front of the home. He hung himself because he lost everything he owned to settle a gambling... Or was that just the official explanation? Tom was known as an outgoing, nice, happy person. In fact, just that morning his neighbor Bill had talked with Tom and they made plans to go fishing the following week as the salmon were starting to run up the river.
The dead body only swung in the wind for a few hours before a horrified neighbor passing by saw the results of gravity, a body, and a rope.
Yes, it was a nice Fall day. It was now 2016 and the Halstead Farm had been sold many times since 1939. For some reason people owning the farm did not feel happiness living there. At least the hardwood trees still looked beautiful and they were so pretty a young couple purchased the property.
Angor was the husband, a black man born in Senegal. His wife was from India, her name was Linso. They had only been together as a couple for four years and in those years they had tried to have a baby only to meet failure after failure. It was not until the third year that Linso bore a most wonderful little baby girl named Soulin.
On this beautiful Fall day, Soulin was playing under the large maple tree in front of the home. She was a happy girl and smiled constantly..
As her parents prepared the yard for winter little Soulin was crawling and trying to walk as her one year birthday was only in a few days and other babies her age were already running. Soon though, Soulin would also be running...
"Oh look Angor, little Soulin is so cute playing amongst the leaves."
Smiling the proud father replied, "Yes dear, she looks like a little fox."
The two smiled and laughed, returning to raking leaves and collecting yard items to store away in safety, safe against the deep and brutal winters Northern Maine is known for.
Little Soulin was a typical child, constantly picking up things and putting them into her little mouth. Today was no different as she sampled wood sticks, a rock, even a bug. Reaching her hand out she picked up a leaf that had just fallen from the tree. Sticking the leaf into her mouth her smile instantly left, replaced with eyes opening wide and no sound coming from her voice. Her face started to turn blue and in only a matter of a minute, she passed out.
By the time the parents looked to check up on her, only a few minutes had passed. Precious minutes humans find so wonderful.
"Oh my God!"
"Shit!
Two interesting comments by a mother and father upon seeing their baby laying on the ground and lifeless...
Lifeless: A wonderful word for death. For Soulin you could pick any word you want but she still was dead and in a few days she was buried leaving behind a grieving mother and father.
Horror? Oh, not in the least. The horror came later for little Soulin as Oct 31 arrived. Halloween. And on this night figures dressing in black robes dug up the little body, the same people who had also dug up the body of Tom back in 1939. What those figures did to little Soulin's body and Tom's? Nowthat is horror.
***
"Whatcha think Robin? Good huh?"
Actually parasite. I liked it. And now since you wrote it I'm going to say any writer out there that wants this story, take it, it's yours. For me, my life is a horror story every day and I need this story like I need anther hole in my shirt.
Oh, and parasite?
"Yes," a beaming parasite was smiling that Robin actually like what he wrote."
Feel free to go outside now and scare the shit out of trick-or- treater's...
Oh, and don't eat all their candy like you did last year.
"Okee dokey. See ya later..."
"Well, it is Halloween Robin, maybe a ghost is writing."
Yeah Parasite. Say, speaking of Halloween how about you let loose with something scary.
"You sure? Really? You trust me now to write something good?"
No. Your writing is shit but it's Halloween and thus a perfect a perfect moment for shitty horror.
"Oh, I'll do you proud."
***
The Leaf
Written by: The most fantastic writers parasite the world has ever...(Knock that shit off Parasite, just write the fucking story)
Northern Maine, typical beautiful Fall day. Red leaves; yellow, green; so much color, and the clouds were few and far between.
The Halstead Farm. The land the farm was on was as old as the world, it was older than the Indian's who came and made the land their home. This land was then taken away by the European settlers and this land became the Halstead Farm.
In 1939, just in time for the horrors of WWII, Mr. Tom Halstead hung himself from the large Maple tree in front of the home. He hung himself because he lost everything he owned to settle a gambling... Or was that just the official explanation? Tom was known as an outgoing, nice, happy person. In fact, just that morning his neighbor Bill had talked with Tom and they made plans to go fishing the following week as the salmon were starting to run up the river.
The dead body only swung in the wind for a few hours before a horrified neighbor passing by saw the results of gravity, a body, and a rope.
Yes, it was a nice Fall day. It was now 2016 and the Halstead Farm had been sold many times since 1939. For some reason people owning the farm did not feel happiness living there. At least the hardwood trees still looked beautiful and they were so pretty a young couple purchased the property.
Angor was the husband, a black man born in Senegal. His wife was from India, her name was Linso. They had only been together as a couple for four years and in those years they had tried to have a baby only to meet failure after failure. It was not until the third year that Linso bore a most wonderful little baby girl named Soulin.
On this beautiful Fall day, Soulin was playing under the large maple tree in front of the home. She was a happy girl and smiled constantly..
As her parents prepared the yard for winter little Soulin was crawling and trying to walk as her one year birthday was only in a few days and other babies her age were already running. Soon though, Soulin would also be running...
"Oh look Angor, little Soulin is so cute playing amongst the leaves."
Smiling the proud father replied, "Yes dear, she looks like a little fox."
The two smiled and laughed, returning to raking leaves and collecting yard items to store away in safety, safe against the deep and brutal winters Northern Maine is known for.
Little Soulin was a typical child, constantly picking up things and putting them into her little mouth. Today was no different as she sampled wood sticks, a rock, even a bug. Reaching her hand out she picked up a leaf that had just fallen from the tree. Sticking the leaf into her mouth her smile instantly left, replaced with eyes opening wide and no sound coming from her voice. Her face started to turn blue and in only a matter of a minute, she passed out.
By the time the parents looked to check up on her, only a few minutes had passed. Precious minutes humans find so wonderful.
"Oh my God!"
"Shit!
Two interesting comments by a mother and father upon seeing their baby laying on the ground and lifeless...
Lifeless: A wonderful word for death. For Soulin you could pick any word you want but she still was dead and in a few days she was buried leaving behind a grieving mother and father.
Horror? Oh, not in the least. The horror came later for little Soulin as Oct 31 arrived. Halloween. And on this night figures dressing in black robes dug up the little body, the same people who had also dug up the body of Tom back in 1939. What those figures did to little Soulin's body and Tom's? Nowthat is horror.
***
"Whatcha think Robin? Good huh?"
Actually parasite. I liked it. And now since you wrote it I'm going to say any writer out there that wants this story, take it, it's yours. For me, my life is a horror story every day and I need this story like I need anther hole in my shirt.
Oh, and parasite?
"Yes," a beaming parasite was smiling that Robin actually like what he wrote."
Feel free to go outside now and scare the shit out of trick-or- treater's...
Oh, and don't eat all their candy like you did last year.
"Okee dokey. See ya later..."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I don't have many friends, and for good reason, 'friends' only end up hurting you but the friends I do have I cherish deeply. Such friends as Steve (a retired cop and boy the stories...) and my other good friend, Wayne. Steve and I talk often on the telephone (which means we swear like you've never heard before) and Wayne and I talk about every four or five years. Wayne is total writers inspiration. He is a tattoo artist, body piercing specialist, snake breeder, motorcycle racer...he is an old soul who lives life to the fullest. He even was in the movie, Braveheart and I laugh every time I see the movie.
As much as I hate Facebook I do have an account because some idiot started an account pretending to be me and trust me, the world does not need another monster like me. Anyway, I have not heard from Wayne in a while and saw he had a facebook 'thingy' and now he and I will talk on the telephone because of that stupid facebook.
Why write such shit? It is to point out how true friends are always there no matter what and are constant forms of inspiration. And Wayne is waaaay beyond inspirational as what i've seen him do (give mouth to mouth CPR to save a snake that was drowning while shedding skin) to being there with me and held my brothers hand as my brother died.
As a reader/writer (why anyone would read the shit I write is mind boggling) if you have good friends, cherish them, embrace the feeling and use the inspiration to write.
Anyway, today I'm inspired by Wayne and his baby daughter, Rose. What a cutey! Wayne, his wife, and now a beautiful little flower live in Ireland where he sells/works on bicycles.
So Wayne, thanks for being there when i needed you. You are a perfect representation of the 'People' and the following poem is for you and your family.
***
A Man
Steady in hand, pressing ink upon ink
Lizards living in Lilac's
Racing mountain peaks.
Taking on boys
and making one
sadness true but followed by love
and Ireland.
The cat on cue
Hole in the ear holding on
large and laughter,
remember scaring the Mormons and crossing the street?
You were there for me and helped with understanding
Karl's parting
his tattoo half-finished
and you gave him a gold ring.
Alaska, the boat, what fun
Alongside with a skiff watching
laughter again
and prosecution began you were gone.
From a monster to a man
i say thanks Wayne
you're a good friend to have.
*
As much as I hate Facebook I do have an account because some idiot started an account pretending to be me and trust me, the world does not need another monster like me. Anyway, I have not heard from Wayne in a while and saw he had a facebook 'thingy' and now he and I will talk on the telephone because of that stupid facebook.
Why write such shit? It is to point out how true friends are always there no matter what and are constant forms of inspiration. And Wayne is waaaay beyond inspirational as what i've seen him do (give mouth to mouth CPR to save a snake that was drowning while shedding skin) to being there with me and held my brothers hand as my brother died.
As a reader/writer (why anyone would read the shit I write is mind boggling) if you have good friends, cherish them, embrace the feeling and use the inspiration to write.
Anyway, today I'm inspired by Wayne and his baby daughter, Rose. What a cutey! Wayne, his wife, and now a beautiful little flower live in Ireland where he sells/works on bicycles.
So Wayne, thanks for being there when i needed you. You are a perfect representation of the 'People' and the following poem is for you and your family.
***
A Man
Steady in hand, pressing ink upon ink
Lizards living in Lilac's
Racing mountain peaks.
Taking on boys
and making one
sadness true but followed by love
and Ireland.
The cat on cue
Hole in the ear holding on
large and laughter,
remember scaring the Mormons and crossing the street?
You were there for me and helped with understanding
Karl's parting
his tattoo half-finished
and you gave him a gold ring.
Alaska, the boat, what fun
Alongside with a skiff watching
laughter again
and prosecution began you were gone.
From a monster to a man
i say thanks Wayne
you're a good friend to have.
*
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Deer Run
Morning turning darkness into light
Calm air filled with coolness
Leaving for work with really no need for aid to see
and driving up the hill.
To the right, a home for sale
To the left, a doe running from a male.
Crossing the road on this the last hunting day
oh how I smiled
watching the two deer retreat.
No thoughts of killing or shooting, the freezers full to fill the needs.
Turned from watching the deer dancing
watching birds sit on the wire, enjoying the morning
like me.
Morning turning darkness into light
Calm air filled with coolness
Leaving for work with really no need for aid to see
and driving up the hill.
To the right, a home for sale
To the left, a doe running from a male.
Crossing the road on this the last hunting day
oh how I smiled
watching the two deer retreat.
No thoughts of killing or shooting, the freezers full to fill the needs.
Turned from watching the deer dancing
watching birds sit on the wire, enjoying the morning
like me.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Hey Robin, I got an idea for a poem."
Robin was trying to watch the nightly news about something called, the election, so it was a nice diversion to have shithead speak.
So, parasite, what's your brilliant idea?
"Well, wouldn't it be cool to have a poem written as if by a dog?"
You're alright parasite, a fucking moron to be sure but alright, go ahead, write your poem as if 'written by a dog'. Robin then returned his attention to watching some wobble head experts say, "Hillary did this," and "Trump did that," while the parasite sharpened his #2 pencil, licked the tip and started to scribble.
***
Woof
Woof woof woof,
Owoooooo
Woof woof woof.
Howl, woof, bark
Owooo
Owooo
Owooo
woof, woof, bark
Meow
woof
bark Owooo...
***
"Hey Robin, I finished. Go ahead, tell me, what do you think?"
Reading the 'poem' and shaking his head in disgust Robin said, "Yep, you're not only a fucking moron but a stupid fucking moron. This poem makes absolutely no sense. What the hell did you write?
"What, you think dogs can write poetry? Any idiot with a brain knows dogs can't write poetry."
Oh, and parasite? You do know dogs don't 'meow', only cats.
"No, you're not being fair Robin. In this modern era of human understanding if a dog wants to be a cat or turtle or whatever it's their right. I mean if humans can have ecosex (fucking the planet) or be whatever then a dog can be a cat."
So parasite, going by your logic then a cat can be a dog?
"Yep."
How about a cat being a duck or penguin?
"Yep."
Parasite?
"Yes."
You're a fucking moron.
(grinning) "Yep, and I made you think a dog could write a poem, so who's the fucking moron?"
(silence: the parasite had a good point...)
Robin was trying to watch the nightly news about something called, the election, so it was a nice diversion to have shithead speak.
So, parasite, what's your brilliant idea?
"Well, wouldn't it be cool to have a poem written as if by a dog?"
You're alright parasite, a fucking moron to be sure but alright, go ahead, write your poem as if 'written by a dog'. Robin then returned his attention to watching some wobble head experts say, "Hillary did this," and "Trump did that," while the parasite sharpened his #2 pencil, licked the tip and started to scribble.
***
Woof
Woof woof woof,
Owoooooo
Woof woof woof.
Howl, woof, bark
Owooo
Owooo
Owooo
woof, woof, bark
Meow
woof
bark Owooo...
***
"Hey Robin, I finished. Go ahead, tell me, what do you think?"
Reading the 'poem' and shaking his head in disgust Robin said, "Yep, you're not only a fucking moron but a stupid fucking moron. This poem makes absolutely no sense. What the hell did you write?
"What, you think dogs can write poetry? Any idiot with a brain knows dogs can't write poetry."
Oh, and parasite? You do know dogs don't 'meow', only cats.
"No, you're not being fair Robin. In this modern era of human understanding if a dog wants to be a cat or turtle or whatever it's their right. I mean if humans can have ecosex (fucking the planet) or be whatever then a dog can be a cat."
So parasite, going by your logic then a cat can be a dog?
"Yep."
How about a cat being a duck or penguin?
"Yep."
Parasite?
"Yes."
You're a fucking moron.
(grinning) "Yep, and I made you think a dog could write a poem, so who's the fucking moron?"
(silence: the parasite had a good point...)