war is very inspirational. one might even say that it forces inspiration. currently the world is swinging in the direction for a good rumble and tumble.
it has been said, 'war and rumors of war,' and mankind has been at war with itself as long as it has been given the title of intelligent. it is an important part of being a human.
those peaceful muslims, serene protestors at universities, it does not matter the religion, politics, gender, age, race... humans are are warring species. fouling and destroying everything they touch.
turning beauty into the beauty of destruction. turning love into hate. Power. It Is All About P-O-W-E-R.
a power 'struggle' is so inspirational as it leads to war.
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power
with actions physical, mental, actual, to take control, stake the boundaries, invade, and if unable
destroy it all.
men love to fight.
women love to fight.
children love to fight.
love?
right?
who or what is to blame is not in question as some say 'choice'
when really
in the DNA
a switch placed to start the game.
chess on a cosmic level
by those in power
long, long, long ago
after they too
developed intelligence
and went insane
one against the other,
which or what will anyone
win?
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Moderator: Editors
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Nicest weather of the year so far today here in someplace called, Idaho. And inspirational.
***
Mmm.
Uh...
Sigh.
*
Yep, too nice a day for writing, much better day for looking up at the blue sky, puffy clouds, and dream. All while soaking up the warm air, flowery smells, and views of life.
***
Mmm.
Uh...
Sigh.
*
Yep, too nice a day for writing, much better day for looking up at the blue sky, puffy clouds, and dream. All while soaking up the warm air, flowery smells, and views of life.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Ha Ha Ha! Robin. Really? You got last place in a writing challenge? Ha Ha Ha! What a shithead!"
I know parasite, right? And that's the point I'm trying to make. Many writers put their heart and soul into writing and when rejected by the masses they give up writing. My advice and mantra is to say, fuck it. Fuck this world. Write as you see fit. Write what you want. Write what you feel.
If others like it, great. If not, who gives a shit.
"I know, but hey 'loser' last place?"
No. Wrong parasite. Not a loser. To lose would have been not to write. I find it amazing that critics (like you parasite) are quick to ridicule and yet have nothing to compare with.
Back in the day, I owned an art gallery. I appraised artwork. Sold artwork. And it soon became apparent that the good artists made good comments about others work whereas 'bad' artists disparaged other works. This too, is true in the literary world with the exception of elitist bastards who think they are better than everyone else.
So, parasite. I did not lose, you did as you write nothing.
Oh, and parasite? Notice the new shock collar I bought you?
"The new collar? Aww... crap!" (bzzzz bzzzzz zap)
*
I like the challenges and monthly challenges. If you are reading this shit thread and have not entered Daniels contest, I suggest you give it a go. It really is simple. And if you do and don't get "Oh, I just love your work. I want to have your children," or some other great comments, who gives a shit? Break the ice. Get your writing freak on. I mean, if someone who writes as bad as I do goes for it, your work will shine!
Writing is fun. For me, it is necessary. And it does help pass the time during this moment of illusion.
I know parasite, right? And that's the point I'm trying to make. Many writers put their heart and soul into writing and when rejected by the masses they give up writing. My advice and mantra is to say, fuck it. Fuck this world. Write as you see fit. Write what you want. Write what you feel.
If others like it, great. If not, who gives a shit.
"I know, but hey 'loser' last place?"
No. Wrong parasite. Not a loser. To lose would have been not to write. I find it amazing that critics (like you parasite) are quick to ridicule and yet have nothing to compare with.
Back in the day, I owned an art gallery. I appraised artwork. Sold artwork. And it soon became apparent that the good artists made good comments about others work whereas 'bad' artists disparaged other works. This too, is true in the literary world with the exception of elitist bastards who think they are better than everyone else.
So, parasite. I did not lose, you did as you write nothing.
Oh, and parasite? Notice the new shock collar I bought you?
"The new collar? Aww... crap!" (bzzzz bzzzzz zap)
*
I like the challenges and monthly challenges. If you are reading this shit thread and have not entered Daniels contest, I suggest you give it a go. It really is simple. And if you do and don't get "Oh, I just love your work. I want to have your children," or some other great comments, who gives a shit? Break the ice. Get your writing freak on. I mean, if someone who writes as bad as I do goes for it, your work will shine!
Writing is fun. For me, it is necessary. And it does help pass the time during this moment of illusion.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Zikes! (Yikes is overused so zikes is my new toy)
It is unbelievable, the sun is shining outside. Lately, and by lately I mean months it has been raining, snowy, cloudy, or something to obscure the sky. Today though, nice, nice, nice!
Chukars outside chattering like crazy. Deer are munching. Flycatchers (birds) are feeding their young. And, it is really great the dog shit in the yard now gets hard and crumbles instead of laying for weeks like a soft, gooey, landmine to step on...
Inspirational indeed.
***
Sun
On shadowed side the earth faces eternal lights of stars so far away they defy life and death
On the follow to claim once more the title of life and day.
Rotating on an axis like a spinning top with a moon for contrast a party where years pass.
Burping flares and solar gas it keeps things interesting
Comets even play.
Yes, the sun is shiny
never dim
giving one pause to mow the lawn, go fishing, work, and feel warm on the inside and out.
It is unbelievable, the sun is shining outside. Lately, and by lately I mean months it has been raining, snowy, cloudy, or something to obscure the sky. Today though, nice, nice, nice!
Chukars outside chattering like crazy. Deer are munching. Flycatchers (birds) are feeding their young. And, it is really great the dog shit in the yard now gets hard and crumbles instead of laying for weeks like a soft, gooey, landmine to step on...
Inspirational indeed.
***
Sun
On shadowed side the earth faces eternal lights of stars so far away they defy life and death
On the follow to claim once more the title of life and day.
Rotating on an axis like a spinning top with a moon for contrast a party where years pass.
Burping flares and solar gas it keeps things interesting
Comets even play.
Yes, the sun is shiny
never dim
giving one pause to mow the lawn, go fishing, work, and feel warm on the inside and out.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Trust
"Trust me..." words to live by
and die with.
Lovers say, "forever," even if ever is a day.
Haters say, "forever," often lasting an eternity.
So hard to earn so easy to lose, much like a hole in a trouser pocket filled with coins.
And then, there is, faith.
Faith and trust go hand in hand until the hand is chopped off
then there is faith and trust in pain.
Tendered currency bears title: In God we trust.
Strange?
For some this means currency is based on nothing, when in reality, money, currency, is really based on the trust,
of nothing.
For this writer I have faith and trust in only two things.
God I trust.
Faith in pain.
*
Inspired by the current study of people. I have more faith in ants and more trust in cherry tree's than people
"Trust me..." words to live by
and die with.
Lovers say, "forever," even if ever is a day.
Haters say, "forever," often lasting an eternity.
So hard to earn so easy to lose, much like a hole in a trouser pocket filled with coins.
And then, there is, faith.
Faith and trust go hand in hand until the hand is chopped off
then there is faith and trust in pain.
Tendered currency bears title: In God we trust.
Strange?
For some this means currency is based on nothing, when in reality, money, currency, is really based on the trust,
of nothing.
For this writer I have faith and trust in only two things.
God I trust.
Faith in pain.
*
Inspired by the current study of people. I have more faith in ants and more trust in cherry tree's than people
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
shard of cracked goblet, shattered with remorse
cold fireplace where once laughter reigned.
anger seeped in unseen through castle walls
assassin's dagger poisoned sweet flower.
court jester planned, with daring and smile
king and queen attended.
struggle throughout a stressed land
absorbed by yearly war, empty larder, higher taxes.
ivy crawls now through skull and bone
stone walls crumble below crows tone.
moat sharing dusted weather of drought
famine covers the comfort of skeleton worn.
another land, another world, lost
within the ashes another will rise.
and too, crumble along with mountains and pride.
cold fireplace where once laughter reigned.
anger seeped in unseen through castle walls
assassin's dagger poisoned sweet flower.
court jester planned, with daring and smile
king and queen attended.
struggle throughout a stressed land
absorbed by yearly war, empty larder, higher taxes.
ivy crawls now through skull and bone
stone walls crumble below crows tone.
moat sharing dusted weather of drought
famine covers the comfort of skeleton worn.
another land, another world, lost
within the ashes another will rise.
and too, crumble along with mountains and pride.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
nothing but el3tr1cal energy... so currently inspirational...
A lot has been made mention of regarding walls and immigrants. I don't think a wall will work, nor a fence, nor border patrol. What needs to be done is to place a strip of landmines over 100 yards wide. Put a sign in various languages to include Swahili, a dialect of the hill people from an island below Shri Lanka, even those few who live in Greenland, warning of the minefield. Maybe draw seductive pictures of sexy women showing what happens when bombs go boom.
As for collateral damage such as wandering deer, squirels n such, use the tenderized meat to feed the homeless.
"Robin, you're sick tonight. I like it! However, what about those that stand outside the strip of mines and lob rocks to get them to explode?"
Easy. Napalm. If enough people get burnt to a crisp then they would stop.
"Yeah. That would do it. But what if stupid kids looking for kicks detonate mines for fun?"
Napalm works on all species and ages. And then maybe after they are crisped the parents will make another and teach them better skills such as to not throw rocks.
"Okay. No morality tonight huh? Well, lets test you. What if a blind nun who developed alzheimers, what if she wandered into the field?"
What part of napalm don't you understand parasite?
*
I know, silly and sick, but it is good to let lose once in awhile. All this political correctness in our country today. "Don't say this, don't do that..." horse pucky.
As for illegal immigrants, what a bunch of hooey. If you're born on this planet and your feet work, you should be able to go anywhere. North Korea if you're insane or Dubai if you're rich. But, silly passports, laws, soldiers, police, fences, walls. People are crazy.
On a more serious note: On television some 'comedian' said Trump was Putins cock sock, or something eluding that Trump performs blowjobs on Putin. Seriously? Has anyone seen Putin without his shirt on riding a horse?
I think the comedian should be struck by napalm but not before Putin slaps him around and then let Trump kick him a few times.
Today's bit of writing is just an example of how a writer can never run out of stuff to write if just looking at the news.
"Hey Robin. I like this side of you. You're almost as sick in the mind as I am."
Oh, parasite, I'm muuuuuch more sick than anyone can even come close to understanding. Lets go build a nuclear bomb, I want to keep out those 'illegal' deer from munching on my garden and fruit trees'...
"Do you still have some yellowcake?"
Yeah, and a few of those stainless steel spheres...
"Cool."
A lot has been made mention of regarding walls and immigrants. I don't think a wall will work, nor a fence, nor border patrol. What needs to be done is to place a strip of landmines over 100 yards wide. Put a sign in various languages to include Swahili, a dialect of the hill people from an island below Shri Lanka, even those few who live in Greenland, warning of the minefield. Maybe draw seductive pictures of sexy women showing what happens when bombs go boom.
As for collateral damage such as wandering deer, squirels n such, use the tenderized meat to feed the homeless.
"Robin, you're sick tonight. I like it! However, what about those that stand outside the strip of mines and lob rocks to get them to explode?"
Easy. Napalm. If enough people get burnt to a crisp then they would stop.
"Yeah. That would do it. But what if stupid kids looking for kicks detonate mines for fun?"
Napalm works on all species and ages. And then maybe after they are crisped the parents will make another and teach them better skills such as to not throw rocks.
"Okay. No morality tonight huh? Well, lets test you. What if a blind nun who developed alzheimers, what if she wandered into the field?"
What part of napalm don't you understand parasite?
*
I know, silly and sick, but it is good to let lose once in awhile. All this political correctness in our country today. "Don't say this, don't do that..." horse pucky.
As for illegal immigrants, what a bunch of hooey. If you're born on this planet and your feet work, you should be able to go anywhere. North Korea if you're insane or Dubai if you're rich. But, silly passports, laws, soldiers, police, fences, walls. People are crazy.
On a more serious note: On television some 'comedian' said Trump was Putins cock sock, or something eluding that Trump performs blowjobs on Putin. Seriously? Has anyone seen Putin without his shirt on riding a horse?
I think the comedian should be struck by napalm but not before Putin slaps him around and then let Trump kick him a few times.
Today's bit of writing is just an example of how a writer can never run out of stuff to write if just looking at the news.
"Hey Robin. I like this side of you. You're almost as sick in the mind as I am."
Oh, parasite, I'm muuuuuch more sick than anyone can even come close to understanding. Lets go build a nuclear bomb, I want to keep out those 'illegal' deer from munching on my garden and fruit trees'...
"Do you still have some yellowcake?"
Yeah, and a few of those stainless steel spheres...
"Cool."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Glad you liked it Daniel. Feeling frisky tonight.
Got a story to write, or, is it a life and lived before?
Hard to keep track of dimensional time flow;)
But first: Inspiration.
*
Insightful Man
Tail curled, grasping comfort, the jungle of time.
Once gilled to swim the brine
Footed travel from water to sand
Changes of hand for hand.
Tool became tools
Fire became gods
Wind became a game of chance
Stone became weapon and shield
Waters stirred deep, reflecting it all.
Human from where do you come?
No answer as it comes down
chicken or the egg?
stirred sands
across the lands
children of the gods
fertile
and God?
God smiles.
Got a story to write, or, is it a life and lived before?
Hard to keep track of dimensional time flow;)
But first: Inspiration.
*
Insightful Man
Tail curled, grasping comfort, the jungle of time.
Once gilled to swim the brine
Footed travel from water to sand
Changes of hand for hand.
Tool became tools
Fire became gods
Wind became a game of chance
Stone became weapon and shield
Waters stirred deep, reflecting it all.
Human from where do you come?
No answer as it comes down
chicken or the egg?
stirred sands
across the lands
children of the gods
fertile
and God?
God smiles.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Iron Tree
Look up child, the bole hollow, the bark thick...
so hard, black, cold
so real.
Farther than you can reach yet see, a branch tender with green
High above the clouds, birds, the world
Watch now and then, as what becomes revealed.
Budded, green, yellow, red, barren, fallow
again,
again,
and again.
Place your hand upon the tree, can you feel?
Heart so deep with roots to the center of the earth
Molten passion, cold expressions
aloof
alone
shielded.
Child you are young, your past young, your future
So many years have and will pass while youthful ignorance shines like a light
upon so many battlefields.
Above, so far above the canopy, in worlds where the bark is tender, the bole solid,
soaring,
watching,
youthful species of this current crop of humans.
Butterfly's as companions
Birds as friends
To a tree of iron will allow for each failed
one rusted tear to fall within sight of ignorant moments.
Look up child, the bole hollow, the bark thick...
so hard, black, cold
so real.
Farther than you can reach yet see, a branch tender with green
High above the clouds, birds, the world
Watch now and then, as what becomes revealed.
Budded, green, yellow, red, barren, fallow
again,
again,
and again.
Place your hand upon the tree, can you feel?
Heart so deep with roots to the center of the earth
Molten passion, cold expressions
aloof
alone
shielded.
Child you are young, your past young, your future
So many years have and will pass while youthful ignorance shines like a light
upon so many battlefields.
Above, so far above the canopy, in worlds where the bark is tender, the bole solid,
soaring,
watching,
youthful species of this current crop of humans.
Butterfly's as companions
Birds as friends
To a tree of iron will allow for each failed
one rusted tear to fall within sight of ignorant moments.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Morning, rather than, evening past
yo-yo strings pushing and pulling events
fast.
Walking the dog so it can sleep
Around the world chasing the string of the sun
Rising up
Falling fast.
Morning now, has come
Morning too, will pass.
To hide in the shadow of the moon,
dreaming and watching the stars sparkle aloof from mankinds grasp.
(read this while listening to Pink Floyd - Dark side of the moon)
yo-yo strings pushing and pulling events
fast.
Walking the dog so it can sleep
Around the world chasing the string of the sun
Rising up
Falling fast.
Morning now, has come
Morning too, will pass.
To hide in the shadow of the moon,
dreaming and watching the stars sparkle aloof from mankinds grasp.
(read this while listening to Pink Floyd - Dark side of the moon)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspired by a concrete pour.
*
Mud Boys
Rumbling truck straining under load, a road leading to a sidewalk.
Brown Chevy lacking nothing when coming to age, filled with young men.
Tools ready, boots worn, and with grunting, concrete is poured.
Shuttling mud like ants to the hill, until screeing the surface, it does not stop.
Concrete waits for nobody.
Back and forth, forth and back.
Kneeling
Standing
Kneeling
Standing
Stopping for a quick drink, wipe the sweat off the brow.
Concrete waits for nobody.
Lightly now, and driving away, another day for a cement truck and the man driving.
Finish work as the time flies.
Magnesium trowel, bull float, stress divides, brushed, sono-tubes
Language of the mud boys.
Concrete waits for nobody.
Hours now have gone.
Clothing shed so skin can burn
Water drunken
and wait, wait, yes, concrete decided.
Finishing with a good ten minutes to spare, the mud turns into something hard.
A sidewalk, broom brushed, sloped surface, and ready.
Waiting now for tomorrow to come, to repeat the process again with a patio
remembering...
Concrete waits for nothing.
*
Mud Boys
Rumbling truck straining under load, a road leading to a sidewalk.
Brown Chevy lacking nothing when coming to age, filled with young men.
Tools ready, boots worn, and with grunting, concrete is poured.
Shuttling mud like ants to the hill, until screeing the surface, it does not stop.
Concrete waits for nobody.
Back and forth, forth and back.
Kneeling
Standing
Kneeling
Standing
Stopping for a quick drink, wipe the sweat off the brow.
Concrete waits for nobody.
Lightly now, and driving away, another day for a cement truck and the man driving.
Finish work as the time flies.
Magnesium trowel, bull float, stress divides, brushed, sono-tubes
Language of the mud boys.
Concrete waits for nobody.
Hours now have gone.
Clothing shed so skin can burn
Water drunken
and wait, wait, yes, concrete decided.
Finishing with a good ten minutes to spare, the mud turns into something hard.
A sidewalk, broom brushed, sloped surface, and ready.
Waiting now for tomorrow to come, to repeat the process again with a patio
remembering...
Concrete waits for nothing.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Stuff of dreams.
*
They woke the beast, one that never sleeps, one that lingers until
They
Those
The moment needed.
Personal choice of greed, anger, need; like a match rubbed into ignition
it came
it comes
with speed.
Looking into this world filled
inside, outside
until...
Gateways unlocked, unbinded, unhooked, unleashed..
the beast cares not for humility, submission, surrender
beating hearts stopped, frozen
pieces of humanity floating down the river of time
within a self-made prison.
Never really gone, until
it's here.
*
They woke the beast, one that never sleeps, one that lingers until
They
Those
The moment needed.
Personal choice of greed, anger, need; like a match rubbed into ignition
it came
it comes
with speed.
Looking into this world filled
inside, outside
until...
Gateways unlocked, unbinded, unhooked, unleashed..
the beast cares not for humility, submission, surrender
beating hearts stopped, frozen
pieces of humanity floating down the river of time
within a self-made prison.
Never really gone, until
it's here.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What a shitty day. Ever have a shitty day? Of course you have, though your language may be much cleaner than mine when expressing such a sentiment.
Did have fun swearing with the Home Depot truck driver when he made a delivery to me today. Damn, it felt good to unload and talk with him. I've talked with him many times before as I build shit out of stuff they sell.
Having shitty days makes for great writing inspiration. It opens floodgates.
*
Pay one bill, two more appear, then four, eight, sixteen...
Procreation of destitution and you'd fucking best make restitution
or they come and take your shit away.
Electricity, propane, gasoline, energy needed][energy paid.
Food?
Clothing?
Haircuts?
Television?
Internet?
Oh, you damn well know those companies are gonna get paid.
Hit your thumb with a hammer, drive a splinter deep into the hand.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Damn.
And there you go.
Some profanity, some fucked up poetry
and for this writer, it feels better
except for the fucking sliver still in deep.
Did have fun swearing with the Home Depot truck driver when he made a delivery to me today. Damn, it felt good to unload and talk with him. I've talked with him many times before as I build shit out of stuff they sell.
Having shitty days makes for great writing inspiration. It opens floodgates.
*
Pay one bill, two more appear, then four, eight, sixteen...
Procreation of destitution and you'd fucking best make restitution
or they come and take your shit away.
Electricity, propane, gasoline, energy needed][energy paid.
Food?
Clothing?
Haircuts?
Television?
Internet?
Oh, you damn well know those companies are gonna get paid.
Hit your thumb with a hammer, drive a splinter deep into the hand.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Damn.
And there you go.
Some profanity, some fucked up poetry
and for this writer, it feels better
except for the fucking sliver still in deep.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Snake wound to tail about the full moon with a fish swimming inside
Small caterpillar in random travel across the fingers of time
So
\
+
or ? !
=
/
thoughts exposed to the lion, devoured by the hawk, trampled by the bull
Gold, the color, tarnished rust brought shiny in trade
So
\
=
or ! ?
+
/
A small child of neither vagina or penis, dressed in white cloth made of stardust, playing in a round ball of sand
From every direction
flat
inside lost light of black and white battle
tears wet the sands, turning into oceans, exploding into comets, the child turns into a tree without branches or bark.
Sheared now, roots filled with poison
So
/
=
+
-
or
-
+
=
\
? if you ask you can never know
! if you exclaim you did know
if silent...
Small caterpillar in random travel across the fingers of time
So
\
+
or ? !
=
/
thoughts exposed to the lion, devoured by the hawk, trampled by the bull
Gold, the color, tarnished rust brought shiny in trade
So
\
=
or ! ?
+
/
A small child of neither vagina or penis, dressed in white cloth made of stardust, playing in a round ball of sand
From every direction
flat
inside lost light of black and white battle
tears wet the sands, turning into oceans, exploding into comets, the child turns into a tree without branches or bark.
Sheared now, roots filled with poison
So
/
=
+
-
or
-
+
=
\
? if you ask you can never know
! if you exclaim you did know
if silent...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Hey Robin, why don't..."
Not today parasite. Not today. Go play with a bomb or something.
"But, I..."
Look into my eyes parasite.
"Shit. Later dude."
***
Eyes
Hangar doors climbing towards the sky, opening to the horizon
Inside these doors expose other doors
Deep inside, the mind finds a matrix of thoughts
Present, Past, Potential
Worlds entirety entropy entered
Ending where daring matter stared
Metaphors for metaphors with metaphors created and devoured
Traps set, snares with winded songs, vibrations dance
Force applied, softened by constant flexing
A blink?
A wink?
Blind?
One to see, One to dream
as between the fingers roll worlds unseen
crumbling, combining, a play with actors thinking they see
The eyes are nothing, it's what's inside deep that sees.
Not today parasite. Not today. Go play with a bomb or something.
"But, I..."
Look into my eyes parasite.
"Shit. Later dude."
***
Eyes
Hangar doors climbing towards the sky, opening to the horizon
Inside these doors expose other doors
Deep inside, the mind finds a matrix of thoughts
Present, Past, Potential
Worlds entirety entropy entered
Ending where daring matter stared
Metaphors for metaphors with metaphors created and devoured
Traps set, snares with winded songs, vibrations dance
Force applied, softened by constant flexing
A blink?
A wink?
Blind?
One to see, One to dream
as between the fingers roll worlds unseen
crumbling, combining, a play with actors thinking they see
The eyes are nothing, it's what's inside deep that sees.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Went to see, 'Guardians of the Galaxy 2'. Ha. Usually the first movie of any franchise is the best but this part two was much better than the first.
The little tree guy, grut. He made the show. The beginning five minutes of the movie were the best.
So, as for a fiction/fantasy movie, it gets my thumbs up. Plus, inspirational for a writer.
*
Living Tree
Filled with elements from beneath the feet
soaring so high, the leaves act as wings causing branches to fly
wind to dance with the trunk
it is as if the tree
existed
to be.
With moonlight shining, glistening dew sends sparkle
the forest alive in dance.
Elves and creatures of magic play; music of flute and drum
a world alive
until morning
and then,
the trees once again firmly rooted, smile in memory
telling small lies to the sun.
The little tree guy, grut. He made the show. The beginning five minutes of the movie were the best.
So, as for a fiction/fantasy movie, it gets my thumbs up. Plus, inspirational for a writer.
*
Living Tree
Filled with elements from beneath the feet
soaring so high, the leaves act as wings causing branches to fly
wind to dance with the trunk
it is as if the tree
existed
to be.
With moonlight shining, glistening dew sends sparkle
the forest alive in dance.
Elves and creatures of magic play; music of flute and drum
a world alive
until morning
and then,
the trees once again firmly rooted, smile in memory
telling small lies to the sun.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Electricity is inspirational. It powers the coffee machines which in turn jolt a person alive with energy to proceed. It lights the world. It cools, heats... It would be hard for this world to proceed in its evolution without it. Though, even without the artificial means of electricity the biological body is its own sense of electrical energy.
The obvious bio/mechanical energy for sure, and the unseen energy lurking and still waiting for development.
Tesla tried to make electricity do his bidding. His idea's were noble and altruistic but he was not ready. Soon, this world will allowed to be 'ready'.
Cold fusion. Fusion. Energy. Electricity. Power. Impulse. Life. To unleash a power floating in the air all around you. So simple and soooo inspirational for writers. Writers such as Jules Verne, and so many others.
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The Tingle
Hair rising on the back of the neck, lightning about to descend, the air alive and thick.
Plugging in an extension cord in the rain, hands wet, plastic plug wet.
Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, a blush of heat, a smile, the skin covered with goose bumps.
<<>> <.:.> <<>>
Science old and ponderous, stuck in the days and ways of known elements, arriving/deriving factual punctuality
making reality
tripping on the fuse.
Inside a sun the energy released, only the potential as in where was the energy perceived?
So much energy , so much matter||| Potential. Kinetic. All so magical indeed.
To think, a dream, a thought played with in the vacuum of nothing more than...
and then
to see.
A world change.
The obvious bio/mechanical energy for sure, and the unseen energy lurking and still waiting for development.
Tesla tried to make electricity do his bidding. His idea's were noble and altruistic but he was not ready. Soon, this world will allowed to be 'ready'.
Cold fusion. Fusion. Energy. Electricity. Power. Impulse. Life. To unleash a power floating in the air all around you. So simple and soooo inspirational for writers. Writers such as Jules Verne, and so many others.
*
The Tingle
Hair rising on the back of the neck, lightning about to descend, the air alive and thick.
Plugging in an extension cord in the rain, hands wet, plastic plug wet.
Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, a blush of heat, a smile, the skin covered with goose bumps.
<<>> <.:.> <<>>
Science old and ponderous, stuck in the days and ways of known elements, arriving/deriving factual punctuality
making reality
tripping on the fuse.
Inside a sun the energy released, only the potential as in where was the energy perceived?
So much energy , so much matter||| Potential. Kinetic. All so magical indeed.
To think, a dream, a thought played with in the vacuum of nothing more than...
and then
to see.
A world change.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Been greatly inspired to write of late. Today, I had a revelation and for one who is more stubborn than a mule it was nice to finally see. Sure got a good laugh out of it. Though, my arrogance has caused pain to some people they wear 'big boy' pants. Still, better to learn something now than to find out later what foolish thoughts can unleash.
As such, ever the inspiration
***
Education
Never too young to try, never too old to finish
In a world belonging to those who follow paths laid out before them, success or failure.
In my world, one alien and strange the paths are not laid out or paved
rather
they are the worlds of reality versus this one of illusions.
What is success, what is failure?
They are what truly needs each other
In those far off lands, those far off worlds, emotions are so powerful they could never be an illusion.
And yet? What is this attraction for those living a life in the realm of illusions?
Hope?
Prayer?
Results?
To learn now of creatures caught up in their journey, their travel through space and time at the pace of confusion
makes me smile
and learn
to remember like an old movie, a re-run,
these learning moments of
illusions...
As such, ever the inspiration
***
Education
Never too young to try, never too old to finish
In a world belonging to those who follow paths laid out before them, success or failure.
In my world, one alien and strange the paths are not laid out or paved
rather
they are the worlds of reality versus this one of illusions.
What is success, what is failure?
They are what truly needs each other
In those far off lands, those far off worlds, emotions are so powerful they could never be an illusion.
And yet? What is this attraction for those living a life in the realm of illusions?
Hope?
Prayer?
Results?
To learn now of creatures caught up in their journey, their travel through space and time at the pace of confusion
makes me smile
and learn
to remember like an old movie, a re-run,
these learning moments of
illusions...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Somewhere it was said to observe the sabbath, to take a day off. Horseshit. That is just an excuse for people to be lazy or for those who don't have to pay bills. Today is Sunday. Sunday is a day when good holy people go be holy and then talk shit about other people who also go to be holy, who in turn talk shit about...Ha! What a fucking strange planet.
Muslims killing Christians, Christians killing Christians, Atheists talking smack, even those little monks getting their freak on. Very inspirational.
*
Contained in a mind comes what came, a choice.
To believe in something, anything, as long as there is a choice.
Breath air: check
Keep warm: check
Keep cool: check
Sate the hunger and thirst: check
Education: (silent)
I said, education:...
Ahhh, now there comes a myriad of choices.
Basic engineering 101 of the human condition is naturally covered until the abstract is involved.
Conflict.
Spark.
Flame.
War.
When in doubt, always go back to the basics. 1. Breath 2. Keep warm. 3. Keep cool 4. Sate the hunger and thirst
Every other choice only brings hate, suspicion, confusion, and war.
Muslims killing Christians, Christians killing Christians, Atheists talking smack, even those little monks getting their freak on. Very inspirational.
*
Contained in a mind comes what came, a choice.
To believe in something, anything, as long as there is a choice.
Breath air: check
Keep warm: check
Keep cool: check
Sate the hunger and thirst: check
Education: (silent)
I said, education:...
Ahhh, now there comes a myriad of choices.
Basic engineering 101 of the human condition is naturally covered until the abstract is involved.
Conflict.
Spark.
Flame.
War.
When in doubt, always go back to the basics. 1. Breath 2. Keep warm. 3. Keep cool 4. Sate the hunger and thirst
Every other choice only brings hate, suspicion, confusion, and war.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
watching a show called, Tuna Wars. Interesting name. It conjures up the image of tuna fish armed with a samurai sword, hacking a poor little fisherman into bait.
Good inspiration.
*
War
Raw, real, powerful
In name it inspires the mind to feel the energy of conflict, in deed it causes horror
Few know the battlefields where life and limb are lost, few though, remember.
Words are always bantered about without knowing their real meaning.
Love
Hate
War
Peace
Four powerful words used with full intent and hollow meanings.
Tuna Wars? Really?
Maybe rename the show, Tuna harvest,
or
Tuna slaughter
or
Tuna for cash
or
Sushi for Japan
or
or
or
Understand?
Good inspiration.
*
War
Raw, real, powerful
In name it inspires the mind to feel the energy of conflict, in deed it causes horror
Few know the battlefields where life and limb are lost, few though, remember.
Words are always bantered about without knowing their real meaning.
Love
Hate
War
Peace
Four powerful words used with full intent and hollow meanings.
Tuna Wars? Really?
Maybe rename the show, Tuna harvest,
or
Tuna slaughter
or
Tuna for cash
or
Sushi for Japan
or
or
or
Understand?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Easy to understand why vampires hate the sun... Today it's sunny and way tooooo nice! So nice it got the mind ta thunkin.
It is understood that human minds are powerful computers and easy to -poo poo- lower creatures on the scale but come on. I watched a centipede control its many legs, all moving in perfection. Shit, for many people just counting how many fingers are on their hands it a tough job.
And how about spiders. An endless supply of super strong cable coming out of their nether parts, all under control of a teeny brain.
What inspiration!
*
Little Minds
Haughty as the quill puts to paper the thoughts of superior intellect of a species called
human.
Poetry.
Science.
Novella.
Recipes.
Stories.
Clothing on the back, airplanes in the air, submarines in the ocean deep, bicycles and cars
Oh my!
Humans are special creatures indeed.
Meanwhile, bacteria with no brain, feasts.
Virus's mutate to undo mankind's greatest cures.
Worms burrow.
Spiders spin.
Hell, even beavers are building dams better than a human that has hands and feet.
Nature: Gotta love it.
Smarter than mankind any day
and it has a sense of humor...
Ever see an ardvark or penguin?
Damn, what a nice day.
For humans, they need to use more than their brains, they need to sit back as see the world in a better way.
It is understood that human minds are powerful computers and easy to -poo poo- lower creatures on the scale but come on. I watched a centipede control its many legs, all moving in perfection. Shit, for many people just counting how many fingers are on their hands it a tough job.
And how about spiders. An endless supply of super strong cable coming out of their nether parts, all under control of a teeny brain.
What inspiration!
*
Little Minds
Haughty as the quill puts to paper the thoughts of superior intellect of a species called
human.
Poetry.
Science.
Novella.
Recipes.
Stories.
Clothing on the back, airplanes in the air, submarines in the ocean deep, bicycles and cars
Oh my!
Humans are special creatures indeed.
Meanwhile, bacteria with no brain, feasts.
Virus's mutate to undo mankind's greatest cures.
Worms burrow.
Spiders spin.
Hell, even beavers are building dams better than a human that has hands and feet.
Nature: Gotta love it.
Smarter than mankind any day
and it has a sense of humor...
Ever see an ardvark or penguin?
Damn, what a nice day.
For humans, they need to use more than their brains, they need to sit back as see the world in a better way.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Damn, the birds, the weather, the bugs, what a nice day!
Mowed weeds and the result was a color green as nice as any real lawn. Now I can see the rattlesnakes sneak up and torture the corgi's.
Got a John Deere mower that I'm doing my best to destroy. It burns oil. Blades are duller than modern day college students minds. Rust is holding the paint on. It truly is a piece of crap...but, it still keeps on a runnin.
And, inspirational!
*
(Just watching Steve Harveys show, "Little Big Shots." Wow! 13 year old Katherine has a photo brain and memorized an entire deck of cards. Truly amazing how some people actually use the brain)
**
Amazing
Brains are hardly used with most going to waste
Equipment is used hard with most going to break.
Smart phones, computers, stoves, ovens, cars, planes, trains, vibrators, tractors, dozers, jackhammers... Used so hard they wear out
complete.
Enter the mind, so rich and powerful when born.
Able to learn languages, how to shit, what to think
and then?
'Poof' the brain goes to waste.
Do you remember what you had to eat ten days ago for dinner?
Can you build a world in your mind while playing chess?]
This is the shit I think of while running a mower into the ground
Clouds of oily smoke fouling my lungs
maybe the death of the mower stimulates my brain?
Mowed weeds and the result was a color green as nice as any real lawn. Now I can see the rattlesnakes sneak up and torture the corgi's.
Got a John Deere mower that I'm doing my best to destroy. It burns oil. Blades are duller than modern day college students minds. Rust is holding the paint on. It truly is a piece of crap...but, it still keeps on a runnin.
And, inspirational!
*
(Just watching Steve Harveys show, "Little Big Shots." Wow! 13 year old Katherine has a photo brain and memorized an entire deck of cards. Truly amazing how some people actually use the brain)
**
Amazing
Brains are hardly used with most going to waste
Equipment is used hard with most going to break.
Smart phones, computers, stoves, ovens, cars, planes, trains, vibrators, tractors, dozers, jackhammers... Used so hard they wear out
complete.
Enter the mind, so rich and powerful when born.
Able to learn languages, how to shit, what to think
and then?
'Poof' the brain goes to waste.
Do you remember what you had to eat ten days ago for dinner?
Can you build a world in your mind while playing chess?]
This is the shit I think of while running a mower into the ground
Clouds of oily smoke fouling my lungs
maybe the death of the mower stimulates my brain?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Feminist Gloria Steinem Blames Global Warming On Too Few Abortions
This is one of the headlines that caught my attention this morning. Makes one think, do people actually think this way? The simple answer is: Yes. Freedom of thought is great, forcing others to think your way, not so great.
Makes for an interesting world and is inspirational.
*
The world is flat.
Okay.
Mankind has never been to the moon.
Okay.
Trump is the anti-christ
Okay.
Obama is the anti-christ
Okay.
Cheese in a can is real cheese
Okay.
Eating too many oreo cookies will give a man an erection
Okay.
Humans are a wonderful species
Oh hell no. Horseshit. Humans suck. They are a moronic bunch of evolving jello. They cause global warming. Rust on iron. And they cause the planets in the solar system to wobble...
*
"Robin?"
Yes parasite.
"You're sick in the head."
Okay.
This is one of the headlines that caught my attention this morning. Makes one think, do people actually think this way? The simple answer is: Yes. Freedom of thought is great, forcing others to think your way, not so great.
Makes for an interesting world and is inspirational.
*
The world is flat.
Okay.
Mankind has never been to the moon.
Okay.
Trump is the anti-christ
Okay.
Obama is the anti-christ
Okay.
Cheese in a can is real cheese
Okay.
Eating too many oreo cookies will give a man an erection
Okay.
Humans are a wonderful species
Oh hell no. Horseshit. Humans suck. They are a moronic bunch of evolving jello. They cause global warming. Rust on iron. And they cause the planets in the solar system to wobble...
*
"Robin?"
Yes parasite.
"You're sick in the head."
Okay.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
No matter the speed of wind, rain falls, tree's fall, it all falls to reason
With speed to cover waters deep, the shore becomes shallow
sand flows through the hour glass
until
tomorrow.
No matter the days that follow
with ponderous raven caw
mystery and imagination of the macabre.
Up high the snow glistens black beneath the clouded night
settled creatures know
uncertain with all, this weather of discontent
mice to soak in trembled stance, snake coiled in statue, wolf on the hunt to swallow
tonight,
life lives with
for without,
there is no tomorrow.
With speed to cover waters deep, the shore becomes shallow
sand flows through the hour glass
until
tomorrow.
No matter the days that follow
with ponderous raven caw
mystery and imagination of the macabre.
Up high the snow glistens black beneath the clouded night
settled creatures know
uncertain with all, this weather of discontent
mice to soak in trembled stance, snake coiled in statue, wolf on the hunt to swallow
tonight,
life lives with
for without,
there is no tomorrow.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Listening to a woman cry is also inspirational.
*
Trying everything
Waking after not sleeping, moving as if asleep
why?
Her lips trembled as she cried, saying
past accusations where the reasons linger.
Wanting TLC when more is obvious, so obvious
on her face the picture of history.
Trial in judgement with sentence passed and served
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Making happiness makes for a foolish errand as the recipe contains unobtainable ingredients.
Communications.
Experiences.
Daily moments of light and dark...
Where comes such with bonded feeble
as there upon the window sliding too, a drop of clear water
sliding down and not up as even the lids of her eyes drop.
Now to carry thoughts with winded feelings, above the clouds, above the sky, far past the moon
Love won
Love lost
Price paid, tendered, this cost.
She sits now, tears turned to anger,
soon anger to tears to anger to fear to tears to smiles
and more.
To be female, to be human, to feel emotions
To watch this world
it is
good.
*
Trying everything
Waking after not sleeping, moving as if asleep
why?
Her lips trembled as she cried, saying
past accusations where the reasons linger.
Wanting TLC when more is obvious, so obvious
on her face the picture of history.
Trial in judgement with sentence passed and served
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Making happiness makes for a foolish errand as the recipe contains unobtainable ingredients.
Communications.
Experiences.
Daily moments of light and dark...
Where comes such with bonded feeble
as there upon the window sliding too, a drop of clear water
sliding down and not up as even the lids of her eyes drop.
Now to carry thoughts with winded feelings, above the clouds, above the sky, far past the moon
Love won
Love lost
Price paid, tendered, this cost.
She sits now, tears turned to anger,
soon anger to tears to anger to fear to tears to smiles
and more.
To be female, to be human, to feel emotions
To watch this world
it is
good.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Yippee! Finally scraped enough cash together to finally pay off the magnificent piece of ugly floating aluminum I fondly call, my boat.
Actually, gonna paint it so it is even more ugly. Pink. Yellow. Red. Blue. White. Black. Neon green. Oh man, that and the name 'Odd Duffer' It will probably be banned in floating on water in half the states.
Lester, when I get it painted I'll send you a picture. Show it to your cat and it will run away from home or maybe try and get a 'dog' change.
But, it is inspirational.
***
Change
Once new and shiny, a boat made by Hewes Craft came to float.
It carried family and friend until it started to leak.
Year after year it floated carrying fishing stories and dreams.
Year after year its luster and newness started to fade.
Year after year and years beyond that, it developed into something i need.
Two previous owners now deceased, the boat sat alone in a shop
covered with dust and debris
waiting
for me.
"For Sale" (cheap)
With payments and time and dreams, this boat, the 'Odd Duffer' sits in a new home
with a new owner
with new fishing stories and dreams.
A little paint, a little effort and then it's off to river and lake
where together we will grow older together,
fading
falling apart
leaking
watching the life pass by as it all
sinks.
Actually, gonna paint it so it is even more ugly. Pink. Yellow. Red. Blue. White. Black. Neon green. Oh man, that and the name 'Odd Duffer' It will probably be banned in floating on water in half the states.
Lester, when I get it painted I'll send you a picture. Show it to your cat and it will run away from home or maybe try and get a 'dog' change.
But, it is inspirational.
***
Change
Once new and shiny, a boat made by Hewes Craft came to float.
It carried family and friend until it started to leak.
Year after year it floated carrying fishing stories and dreams.
Year after year its luster and newness started to fade.
Year after year and years beyond that, it developed into something i need.
Two previous owners now deceased, the boat sat alone in a shop
covered with dust and debris
waiting
for me.
"For Sale" (cheap)
With payments and time and dreams, this boat, the 'Odd Duffer' sits in a new home
with a new owner
with new fishing stories and dreams.
A little paint, a little effort and then it's off to river and lake
where together we will grow older together,
fading
falling apart
leaking
watching the life pass by as it all
sinks.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Girl Scout Leader Arrested for Stealing 6,000 Boxes of Cookies
The above is another example of excellent inspiration for writers. I mean, who could imagine this stuff as fiction let alone being real? Read the article and it was a woman who stole the cookies. Now, I like a good box of girl scout cookies... but 6,000? The only creature I know who would do such an act is the parasite.
"You bet your sweet ass I'd steal 6,000 cookies. Not only that, but I'd eat the troop of girl scouts, their dogs, cats, and..."
Okay parasite, we got it. You like cookies.
***
Cookies
Disable or allow cookies, the computer tells us while researching recipes for chocolate chip delights
Tell a dog, 'cookie' and a lot of dogs bark and go nuts
Usually round, thin, or sometimes plump
with so many flavors
containing of course, sugar, flour, and such.
Oreo
Fig
Chocolate
Coconut
...
So many types, and so many packaging schemes it fills the mind with choice
Should I?
That one or this one?
Oh heck, I'll just steal the whole bunch!
The above is another example of excellent inspiration for writers. I mean, who could imagine this stuff as fiction let alone being real? Read the article and it was a woman who stole the cookies. Now, I like a good box of girl scout cookies... but 6,000? The only creature I know who would do such an act is the parasite.
"You bet your sweet ass I'd steal 6,000 cookies. Not only that, but I'd eat the troop of girl scouts, their dogs, cats, and..."
Okay parasite, we got it. You like cookies.
***
Cookies
Disable or allow cookies, the computer tells us while researching recipes for chocolate chip delights
Tell a dog, 'cookie' and a lot of dogs bark and go nuts
Usually round, thin, or sometimes plump
with so many flavors
containing of course, sugar, flour, and such.
Oreo
Fig
Chocolate
Coconut
...
So many types, and so many packaging schemes it fills the mind with choice
Should I?
That one or this one?
Oh heck, I'll just steal the whole bunch!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Watched the quail conduct a mating ritual today. Just about fell off the ladder in laughter. Poor bastard, (the male that is) There he was, strutting, puffing and making a godawful racket. So much racket the female quail ran for the hills leaving his sorry ass behind making a complete fool of himself.
After regaining my composure and footing I thought, how inspirational.
***
Bogtok was a male specimen hailing from a species of mammals located on a planet with no name. Now, it may seem strange that Bogtok had a name and not the planet but that is another story by itself. Lets just say that when naming this planet bad things happen.
Anyway, about every 1200 earth years the species of mammals on the planet with no name get a bit randy. This is a wonderful moment of humor on an otherwise dull, drab, and boring planet.
Mammals living on a planet with no name live for a very, very long time. That is because the planet has better things to do than kill the inhabitants. Well, at least if the creatures were mammals. The planet hated reptiles, which is why reptiles only live a couple hundred of years instead of thousands.
Yep. It was horny time for Bogtok. It was now the time for he and his buddies to vie for the females attention.
Bogtock was meticulous in his preparation. It actually took years but now his hormones were raging and he worked faster. He covered himself with some reptile poo, the green gooey kind as it had been rumored females were really attracted to green gooey poo coming from a reptile resembling an earth alligator.
Such a rich, pungent smell. But it was only a start. In his hair he adorned it with tiny little crabs (still alive) His hair now looked alive. As for clothing, he had a feather dress with a long tale many meters long. On his four feet he wore slabs of wood planks eighty centimeters thick. He bound these to his feet with long pink snakes (still alive)
Oh, there was much more but this is a short story and some of you are getting bored, especially the females. So, lets get to the finale.
There was Bogstock, standing on top of a large rock, yodeling. Yes, I said, yodeling... "Oola Oola Ooooo... Oola Oola Ooooo... YiyiyiOooo..."
And he jumped up and down while spinning in circles.
The first female walking upon the scene shrieked in horror and ran away very fast, heading for the hills. As she ran she saw many more males like Bogstock, each jumping up and down while spinning in circles. She thought they were all crazy and would rather engage in sex with a reptile than those fools.
Many females had the same reaction, though some paused while smiling, enjoying the stupidity. However, one female stopped and watched Bogstock for many minutes and then she burst out in laughter. She laughed so hard tears began to fall and soon she was rolling around on the ground in hysterics...
This was the moment Bogstock was waiting for...
After a few years of gestation, common for mammals on a planet with no name, the mate of Bogstock gave birth to a large litter of children and the cycle of life went on.
*
Damn. I had fun writing this shit. Anyone that wants the idea, take it, make it yours. Or, jump up and down while spinning in circles covered in feathers and reptile poo...
After regaining my composure and footing I thought, how inspirational.
***
Bogtok was a male specimen hailing from a species of mammals located on a planet with no name. Now, it may seem strange that Bogtok had a name and not the planet but that is another story by itself. Lets just say that when naming this planet bad things happen.
Anyway, about every 1200 earth years the species of mammals on the planet with no name get a bit randy. This is a wonderful moment of humor on an otherwise dull, drab, and boring planet.
Mammals living on a planet with no name live for a very, very long time. That is because the planet has better things to do than kill the inhabitants. Well, at least if the creatures were mammals. The planet hated reptiles, which is why reptiles only live a couple hundred of years instead of thousands.
Yep. It was horny time for Bogtok. It was now the time for he and his buddies to vie for the females attention.
Bogtock was meticulous in his preparation. It actually took years but now his hormones were raging and he worked faster. He covered himself with some reptile poo, the green gooey kind as it had been rumored females were really attracted to green gooey poo coming from a reptile resembling an earth alligator.
Such a rich, pungent smell. But it was only a start. In his hair he adorned it with tiny little crabs (still alive) His hair now looked alive. As for clothing, he had a feather dress with a long tale many meters long. On his four feet he wore slabs of wood planks eighty centimeters thick. He bound these to his feet with long pink snakes (still alive)
Oh, there was much more but this is a short story and some of you are getting bored, especially the females. So, lets get to the finale.
There was Bogstock, standing on top of a large rock, yodeling. Yes, I said, yodeling... "Oola Oola Ooooo... Oola Oola Ooooo... YiyiyiOooo..."
And he jumped up and down while spinning in circles.
The first female walking upon the scene shrieked in horror and ran away very fast, heading for the hills. As she ran she saw many more males like Bogstock, each jumping up and down while spinning in circles. She thought they were all crazy and would rather engage in sex with a reptile than those fools.
Many females had the same reaction, though some paused while smiling, enjoying the stupidity. However, one female stopped and watched Bogstock for many minutes and then she burst out in laughter. She laughed so hard tears began to fall and soon she was rolling around on the ground in hysterics...
This was the moment Bogstock was waiting for...
After a few years of gestation, common for mammals on a planet with no name, the mate of Bogstock gave birth to a large litter of children and the cycle of life went on.
*
Damn. I had fun writing this shit. Anyone that wants the idea, take it, make it yours. Or, jump up and down while spinning in circles covered in feathers and reptile poo...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Typical. Started painting da ugly boat and raindrops.
Tried roto-tilling and people come over.
All inspirational though.
***
Interruptions
Just as the (woof woof)
and then when the scene showed (ring ring)
there was the moment just before ( "Can you empty the garbage?")
Finally falling asleep (shit, forgot to pee)
Sleeping deep asleep ( "Hey, it's me the parasite. Lets play!)
But you know what? For the complaining it all really means, I'm alive!
Tried roto-tilling and people come over.
All inspirational though.
***
Interruptions
Just as the (woof woof)
and then when the scene showed (ring ring)
there was the moment just before ( "Can you empty the garbage?")
Finally falling asleep (shit, forgot to pee)
Sleeping deep asleep ( "Hey, it's me the parasite. Lets play!)
But you know what? For the complaining it all really means, I'm alive!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Wants and Needs
Gonna try a poem about wants and needs.
If a writer wants to become a good writer, do they need to? And if a writer needs to become a good writer, why do they want to?
This poem is inspired by a poet whose writing I follow and enjoy.
***
What does a little bird want when the shell of their world first cracks open?
A shell so hard, so protective, yet with time the moment arrives.
It needs the protection and comfort of its new world
To eat, sleep, dream, and try.
The nest is a circle much like the egg, much like worlds in space
With parental guidance who wanted and needed, it could be called
love.
Soon, this little bird grows, beautiful
Losing the fuzz and fluff of the egg
replaced with color and plumage
with strength, confidence, and size.
Then, there comes that moment, where the little bird clings to the edge
perched.
Chirping and under parental eyes,
wings stretched with want, and the need to fly.
Gonna try a poem about wants and needs.
If a writer wants to become a good writer, do they need to? And if a writer needs to become a good writer, why do they want to?
This poem is inspired by a poet whose writing I follow and enjoy.
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What does a little bird want when the shell of their world first cracks open?
A shell so hard, so protective, yet with time the moment arrives.
It needs the protection and comfort of its new world
To eat, sleep, dream, and try.
The nest is a circle much like the egg, much like worlds in space
With parental guidance who wanted and needed, it could be called
love.
Soon, this little bird grows, beautiful
Losing the fuzz and fluff of the egg
replaced with color and plumage
with strength, confidence, and size.
Then, there comes that moment, where the little bird clings to the edge
perched.
Chirping and under parental eyes,
wings stretched with want, and the need to fly.