Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Today was interesting. Inspiration comes from interesting days.

He finally succeeded by blowing his head off. Guess after six 'known' attempts the seventh was the perfectly successful one as the a result of all the practice.

And to the man talking to me about the man I worked for today, his mind was full of deceit and treachery while smiling and 'acting' sincere...

This species that 'dominates' this planet is a wonderful exercise in inspiration indeed...
***

Shell

Curled up to sleep away the days, months, years, centuries
is
it is
pleasant...

Secure
Safe
Sleeping with only the travels to bear the snoring
and
smiles

Hard
so hard as the barrier is unpenetrable
with swirls upon swirls
laying bare
in the sands of the hour glass
surrounded by apple cores and empty wine glasses.

[Lipinski]

stroking the sides of clouds
listening as the ocean's beckoning
calls

oak tree's and shrubs tickling rooted rocks
cause
rain drops fall

splattering a wiped window
birds crossing the road
and the radio static separates the mind.

[Lipinski]

WOW! (wow is a wonderful word and today the caps are indeed... needed)

At the moment the stars are running at full speed, the Wind is frisky and listening (rare) but most importantly, today was very inspirational as Veterans Day is a day here in the U.S.of A.

Today, I poured 11 yards of concrete for a slab. Don, a fellow Marine, helped out on short notice and did not want pay. (i'll buy him a bottle of Jack as that is proper etiquette) Marines stick together even if they never served together.

Teri W. is another fellow Marine who I can ignore for months just as he ignores me and then we call each other and talk for hours, as if no time had passed.

Joe, a fellow Coastie is one who helped me drive two Army trucks, one pulling the other as the transmission puked.

It is fellow military friends and strangers that give me great inspiration and 'hope' for making living in this shit-hole world a little more tolerable.

Sp[-so} a big
fucking, Oohrah! to those who served and thanks for those now serving
***...

I was there when they attacked and killed my People
Raping and pillaging, in the name of riches and power
One after the other through centuries and millennia

I was there when Evil reared its Ugly Head
Torture
Hate
Killing

I love war and all its attributes in the struggle for complete
domination...

I am
I am war

(silence)

i was there when they attacked and killed my People
Raping and pillaging, in the name of riches and power
One after the other through centuries and millennia

i was there when Evil reared its Ugly Head
Torture
Hate
Killing

i hate war and all its attributes in its struggle for complete
domination...

i am
i am a soldier who worships peace
i will always be there to destroy that destroying peace
there is nothing that can beat me as my weapon is truly powerful and unstoppable...

Love IS
the way and
God
IS
my shield...

[Lipinski]

Conflict: What to write about? Inspired by the beauty of the female body but also a bit pissed off after reading about chimps killing a child after abducting and eating the child's kidneys...

I hate monkeys. Always have, always will. They remind me too much of humans...

Mmm... lets see... Yep. Monkeys it will be.
(((
)))
***

"Ooh Ooh! Eee! Eee!"

Dirty little buggers clinging to the tree.

Masturbating little bastards that fling feces in captivity.

Showing their pearly whites and beating the ground as if they were free...

Some say humanity 'evolved' from monkeys

not me.

Maybe it is more possible that monkeys evolved from humans?

After much study and thought,

that is much more easy to

believe...

[Lipinski]

He smelled her
Intellect

Tasted her tangy
Sweat

Felt her soft
Skin

In a rolled circle of radius lined straight and
True

and yet, no matter the experiences of tactile sense
with nothing more than dreams
it is
as if
reality
wrapped neatly
red bow over such wonderful packaging
giving great meaning
to
'Made in the U.S.A.'

[Lipinski]

Do the pictures speak or does the language paint the words?

Hard to tell the difference as above the letters the scenes are... dramatic.

Thus abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz... (and endless combinations in 'between' are... inspirational)
***

Feeling the heat as Kelvin is applied
Freezing as the microwaves fry
Wet when dry
Dry when wet

Reading, writing, writing, reading, and thinking of
the chicken?
or
the egg?

First and last, lasting first
never ending
ending all concept
of time

It is
so
easy to lose oneself
with those uncountable pictures vying for attention
inside the mind.

[Lipinski]

To write about food or moonshine... It is hard to settle on one topic lately... So much bouncing around it consumes.

But, why not write about both... So, both it is.
***

Shiny Ass

by: Screw the revenue man

Sipping the jug, the cork was past due yet lost in the land
however
so many other jugs held true
understand?

Corn licker is indeed, grand
so too
watching the revenue fools
specialy the one caught with his drawers down,
down by the creek
dumping something 'bad' that
he et earlier...
comical true since it was her that fed him back in the big city

His ass laid bar as he a grunted n groaned
grasping fer something to wipe the remains
with a giggle from a watching...
that poison oak spoke up
leaving the man crying
with a red colored shiny ass.

[Lipinski]

flickering...
flame or breeze?
for this is no question

as in cities abound
all to see
aspiring men and women please

gay expressions of smiles stand
giddy success in night time foray
gone is the innocence of mankind.

[Lipinski]

"That last one was mean..."

How so parasite? Did it offend you?

"Me? Ha! Nothing offends me. I'm the one that's supposed to be offensive, remember?"

I try to forget, but you did inspire by your opening remark. Writing with the intent of being harmful or offensive. Obvious in so much literature but what's not obvious is how one person writes from the heart with the intention of 'good', while others reading decide it should be banned as it is cruel and heartless.

"Like me? I'm cruel and heartless, though I do have a rather large spleen."

Go drink some battery acid parasite. That'll tune up your spleen.

"Okay"
***

How the words collide
Spilling all meanings normal, aside

A writer adrift among reams of paper
Paddling through the sea of words with a computer, pencil, or pen

Editorial lighthouse so far away across the horizon
Leaving a writer thirsting

When the cover is closed, it acts the purpose of a life raft
Leaving one passing by to wonder
what's inside?

[Lipinski]

Standing beside a dream
Walking
Talking
The Sun deciding to sit down

Technical information in store
Youth and age and more
Bright lights as a lad learns
Love, from his mother

Such it is when a tongue is chained but not the eyes
Never, ever, will such a dim flame burn away
as there always will be
a spark to brighten the day.

[Lipinski]

Definitely not inspired by recent news..."Men have periods and babies," or "Christmas tree's offend me," or, (and especially) "Politics..."

But today, inspired by finding a wonderful stone almost razor sharp and shaped perfectly into a head of a broad ax. And, from watching the tracks left by the dual wheels of the truck hauling an excavator.

Which one? Of course, both.
***

Such a fine edge
One side the head, the other the tail
Split down the middle
and creating the tracks needed

Motions first action is to join leading to the creation leading to the movements
then,
birth

So much activity without stopping as from here to there and there to here
Slowly
Fast
Faster

For those who do not believe in God take comfort
You are never alone
Look into a mirror and watch the tracks follow
Following your whole life until even the end when you drop into oblivion
Parting, slicing, analyzing
with the final obliteration of your footprint
as if on sand.

[Lipinski]

Turtles... do they tingle?
Feeling the vibrations?
Smell the scales?

Watching them log
Sitting
Sunning

Have you ever worn a pair of glasses Mr. Turtle?
Yes?
If so, did the sandwich taste like mud?

And with this in thought
picking up another rock
thinking of turtles laughing while playing cards.

[Lipinski]

ahhhhhhh yessssss...

aligned with attempts with their desire to present
activate
alarm
allowed

they wish to play the three blind mice
the chicken killed crossing the road
taking away the dreams of kind
these words...

war is a wish for
with it, it is indeed
wanting without wanting and getting is all in spades

the council won, the vote far past tallied
so tune the violin,
salute
coffins to set sail as that is what they 'need'.

[Lipinski]

Saw Sadie today. She is a lab nearing the end of her allotted time. Walking on three legs with eyes milking and coloration of hair already turning to ash.

Reminded me of, 'ashes to ashes, dust to dust.'

Sad, but even death is inspirational.
*

Grim some say, the Reaper
Flowing along the stream of life plucking petals past their peak
Leaving those waiting to wail and distress
most all
that is
except me...

Fuck the Reaper,
Bend that bastard over and shove some 'fountain of youth' up his ass
Take his sickle bar and melt it into darts and fling them in the sockets once holding eyes...

Sounds harsh? Have you ever heard the prick sing?
Sounds like drawing your nails across a chalk board while getting stung by bees

And his clothing? Thinking it would be banned at any legit landfill

No.
I have no respect or regards to a fool doing best what death can do
And when that mother f'n son-of-a- dead dog comes looking for me
I'll visit hades, his home, and destroy absolutely everything it holds dear
then
rip him to pieces, sew him back together again,
and enter him in a drag show dressed like a true queen.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite, are you hibernating?

"ZZZZzzzz ZZZZZZzzzzz... snark, snort, burp... Wha... Is that you moron?"

Yeah. I asked, are you hibernating?

"Hell no. Bears and ground rats hibernate. I'm just digesting some tree's I just ate over in the Amazon."

You eat trees?

"Sure. You eat hotdogs filled with pieces of pig dick and drink chemical diet soda don't you?"

Touche parasite. Enjoy digesting your tree. I suggest maybe nibbling on a redwood.

"They suck. Sure, they grow tall and huge but hardwoods from the Amazon are tops."

Whatever.

"ZZzzzz ZZzzzz... snort, gurgle, fart..."
***

Sleep is number one for relaxation
following inhalation
of food

Beer is good but liquor is quicker
filled with bubbles and bold
with ice cubes; tremendous

Cake with coconut flakes
Chocolate
Whipped cream and peaches

Anything is better than watching politics
Paying bills
or
work.

[Lipinski]

On the side of the mountain, the spirit played
Crackling vegetation, snapping twig, and a view of blurry maze

Covered in mud and profanity
with hail and rain
Up to the knees with only the eyes and ears clean

Logs up-ended waiting for the frost
Maybe it will be a barn, or shed, or whatever Bob is making

It all mattered not as the spirit was nowhere near a part of mankind's world
Seizing a moment to snap the attention
and give smile.

[Lipinski]

Why are you rolling around naked in the snow parasite?

"Whee! Whee! Wheeee... (splat) What did you say shithead?" the parasite replied while reattaching on of its appendages that came loose after colliding with one of the corgi's while sliding down the snow covered hill.

You're smiling, naked, and literally falling apart while playing in the new snow. What gives?

"I love snow! Even yellow snow and especially purple snow."

You're a sick individual parasite. But, have fun.

"Whee ! Whee ! Wheeeeeee... (splat.)
***

Snow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, as if one could even try to stop it
Crystalline flakes of such beauty falling
Innumerable, uncountable, uninhibited; frozen fresh
and still
alive

One on top of another
Layer upon layer
and yet no one knows...
Snow and Wind not only play together...
they sing, drink, and dance
(occasionally, they play poker)

[Lipinski]

Waaaaaaayaaaaaayyaaaaaayaaa... too much inspiration today~!~

Fog. Birds ( I love birds). Snow. Trusses. Plowing. But the following headline caught my imagination and tied it in knots, so best go with the bear...
***
Black bear sneaks up on guests at park, strokes woman's hair

Imagination springs to mind
A black bear
A woman
Marshmallows
Ice Cream
Swirls...

[Lester Curtis]

Desperate and dateless, timid bear attempts gentle seduction of random strangers. LOL!

[Lipinski]

Used to watch the tourists in Glacier National Park feed bears along the highway and take pictures of their children feeding the bears. Also watched the grizzlies eating at the dump at the same park. It was an 'attraction' for hikers to watch.

One day, years ago, while I was at Granite Park Chalet, at night, a woman was killed and eaten and her companion severely wounded by the same bear. What made it interesting was another woman on the other side of the park was killed the same night by another bear.

There was a book written about it called, Night of the Grizzlies. I remember that night, very, very, well... Sad about the killings but great comedy as my mom screamed when mice were crawling around in her bed. Because of the mice though, (keeping her awake) she was the one who heard the woman scream while being eaten, and thus having my sister wake up the ranger, and then a search party was initiated.

Bears are... inspirational.
***

In spirit, a brother
In the physical realm, a force of nature

Alive, they embody strength, mystery, and endurance
Dead, they mix with the story of this and other worlds

Within and without
it is a given[';
Bears are a part of
eternal.

[Lipinski]

So, what are you thankful for parasite?

"Dolphins!"

Well, yeah, I know you are fond of dolphins... But what else are you thankful for?

(The blob known as the parasite, wiggled a bit as it concentrated on the question. Finally it answered) "I'm thankful I'm not you."

Are you sure you're not?

"Absolutely! I mean, you are you and I am me and, and, and... Oh shit, are we related?"

Nope. But it was fun to see you squirm.

"I hope you choke on a turkey bone."

Sure. Sure, whatever you say.
***

Thanksgiving

So easy to just be and take with consumption of needs totally dominating the mind
Cold? Turn up the heat
Hot? Loosen up the sheets
Hungry? Eat
Mad? Lash out with deeds
Love? Make a sandwich and eat ice cream

Seriously though, it is good to give thanks

To thank the cook for the wonderful preparation of meals
To thank a teacher for opening the mind
To thank a friend for being there when most needed when in dire straits

i give thanks each and every day
almost every second
as with thanks comes appreciation of everything around, above, and below
and it brings one a bit closer
to a welcoming peace.

[Lipinski]

Isolation it seems, as some who notice would seem to
agree...

Lofty is not even near the distance above, below, and around
when dealing with a void so large

Leveraging the mind to comprehend and such folly leads to accept
lunar distance, how far to Mars, a galaxy of Milk
yet not even close until...

Comes the star
Simple true, bearing tails of beyond, and large

Lost in attraction, some seem
some say, ooh, ahh... such a scene

Inside though, that is where to find the Comets heart
Inside, if one clawed their way in
exists another world so far yet so full of
dreams...

[Lipinski]

Inspirational headline: I Want To Make People Happy When They Look At Their Bodies, So I Try To Achieve That With My Tattoo Works

Aphelion is a site dedicated to writers/writing. This is good. Some sites cater to photography/drawings/painting. Each totally different.

"Oh, oh... Shitheads gonna get into babble mode again..."

Yep. Sure am parasite. At first I was inspired by the idea of becoming the first all-corgi dog sled team to enter the Alaskan Iditerod, but then saw the above headline.

Writers have been painting pictures in peoples minds from the very beginning of a written language. This picture is good or bad in every mind 'reading' the piece. As for the pictures, they also are so different in every mind, it would be amazing if any picture formed from reading would ever come close to what another mind sees.

"Come on idiot, get to the point. I got places to go, stuff to eat."

My point is condensed down to this. Writers write with words what no painter/artist could EVER dream of portraying to the mind. All artists can do, is expose a picture of absolute for those minds viewing such.

A final bit is this. People become happy for many reasons. Sadly, many are not happy with their own body, or bodies of others... Sad because every body no matter what...(not allowed)

There is more to a tattoo on a human body than feelings and emotions. Much more. People would be amazed to know what else comes from such art. So, thus the inspiration.
***
Identity

Look at me, I am silent
Wearing the colors of my tribe

A butterfly
An anchor
Skull with a knife

Passage of rite to feel the needles thirst
Skin puffy and red
Under gaze of an artists hand

It brings graduation of accomplishment
Bandied about to please public,self, or lover
and yet they do not fully understand...

There exists an Artist
with skill of creation
and with love and dedication created something to please the eye

A wonderful existence
So vibrant
So alive
all without needed additions or alterations
this piece of art is
you...

[Lipinski]

sailing

drifting along a path

hands brushing the sky, feet counting travels, eyes lost in time

taking pause and wondering

briefly, ever so often

wiping away a tear of happiness and laughter

drying drops given in fits of rage and sadness; storms passing replaced with

gladness


anchors are for those who desire to capture what cannot be captured

victims of winds of change and tide

so long ago in oceans forgotten deep, the chains released the weighted burdens

and like a feather of lightness, free to ever more sail into the abyss and the heavens

until...

[Lipinski]

" So numbnuts. Your saw is possessed?"

Yep. For sure. Took it apart. Cleaned it. Put it all together. Banged on it with hammer and then a block of wood. It is crazy how it now works.

"Did you cut your hand off or maybe some other limb? Oh, if only you cut your head off!"

If I cut my head off, it just would grow two more, and then I could really give you crap parasite. Actually, let me see if it can cut you in two...

"Bzzz Bzzzz!"

"Hey. Hey, I was just kidding. You're a swell guy! A great person who... Ahhhhh!" (the saw cut into the parasite to the depth of just a scratch before the parasite fled to warmer climes. the blade was aiming to cut it in half but failed, proving the saw is indeed, possessed...) The parasite only needed a small band-aid and the saw performance today provided great inspiration.
***
With precision made, such a line of parting
Dividing a linear mark into two territories
One to be used, the other, declined.

Taking for granted the spark of brushes cozying up to an armature
All held strong by bearings
Housed in steel and plastic secure
Yet?

Obstinate one minute, giving the next
Sounding so much like mankind
Following the line
Meandering
This is what happens when you give a saw
a piece of your mind.

[Lipinski]

English Lady and the Knight

Inspired by: Loreena McKennitt

A voice from the meadow edge, there beneath the morning rise
Her love true for the fallen
In past nights dream she saw him
Last smile for lost valor
as the fog burns away
she and the sun
remember.

[Lipinski]

I've written on this thread earlier many time touching on the topic of those who write getting what is called, 'writers block'. I've always wondered how that could feel but I've never even come close to understanding that.

Maybe if a writer only wrote about the sexual activity of a pine beetle in scientific terms, I suppose one would quickly run out of ideas on such a topic. But, for writing in general? Yikes! There is just too much to write about.

Take for example, what I just read on some of the news links I follow. First, the Russians discovered a preserved puppy in ice that is over 18,000 years old. The pics were excellent as is the inspiration. And then this is followed up by some rock carvings of two giraffes that are 6,000-8,000 years old and TALL. Both carvings are 18' and 21' feet tall.

How to combine the two? Guess it is worth a try.
***

Woof or ruff or grrr or whimper
Out on the plain the puppies play
Mother is hunting and not watching
Natures snares of hole and cliff

Cliffs of sheer wall, so tall, so inviting
Edge where puppies dare to peek
While in some areas are hot,
some are cold

His hands were cold as he chiseled the lines
This rock was hard but it also was
giving

Hammering a creature he admired and doing it well

Rocks are immobile and hold images 'forever'
even those creatures who dare to look over the edge
and fall.

[Lipinski]

If every human family 'owned' a corgi (translated: if a corgi tolerates the family) there would be no war or hatred. (true, a lot of 'owners' might need therapy).

I love corgi's! Or, to put it another way, dogs ARE mans best friend.

As such, with such a wonderful sunny warm day, inspirational. Especially after Radar returned from the vet after suffering an encounter with a pack rat scratching his eye. Pack rat lost a lot more though...

***

Love is grand between the genders and species
Oh, how the warmth and feelings flow
but
it all pales when a puppy licks your hand

Devout and loyal with just enough defiance to make one wonder if
maybe
they are outsmarted
and not
in command

We all age, though some differently...
A human year equals seven dog
or so it is said
but for me, all the memories of my best friends of the canine world
they will never die or get old
no
...
they only bring me tears of joy
as I remember how they make me...
smile.

[Lipinski]

mud on the soles,
kerplunk
kerplunk
splat

every step an exercise in gravity and attract

in the morning, a frozen clump
then the sun has some fun
laughing loudly
as the mud makes us weigh so much it is more than the fat

but as the sun sets and enjoys its daily joke
the clouds move in with a frown
and spike the ground once again
in frost.

[Lipinski]

Names can be inspiring. It's fun to read all those many names listed after a movie is viewed. So many different ones it never gets boring.

Inspired by a name I've been familiar with for a long time, Boris Vallejo. Not only is his name interesting by itself, his artwork is definitely inspiring and worthy of forming some words.
((.

Fire and Ice, the breath of fantasy and taste of pleasure
All boys grow to know the mounds of flesh in form of thigh and chest
but add swords, dragons, monsters, warriors; planetary scenes...
and it directs much more than
imagination.

Magic takes hold for those so bold to view
and feel
senses
of this and so many worlds
and to wonder...
what's inside?
is it, could it
be real?

Amazing how the world of art and fantasy
show just how real it is in this world for those desiring the female
or
male...

As monsters do devour
With men and women, no matter how strong or beautiful
An emotional bloodbath of destruction
so for many it is best to believe
it is
not real.