Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

"Psssst... Hey parasite. Come here."

(shuffling its purple mass and of what appearing to be oozing pustules of some pink slime, the parasite answered robins call, but only because potato chips could be involved.)

"Whats up limp dick, playing with yourself again?"

No, I want you to read this.

For sale: One half can of used WD40 and a free goat. Call evenings. 555-123-4567

The parasite read the add and said, "So? You letting me know you want a free goat and some spray oil?"

Yep. Well... Not the add but the story underneath it. Did you see it?'

(sigh) A sigh from the parasite is on par of the smell of a dead whale and the rancid taste of raccoon ass. But i digress. The parasite sighed and said to itself as it wobbled away, "I could have been an astronauts parasite, a hookers parasite, anything but..."

***
Stories that exist are just that, stories.

Stories that are not supposed to exist used stories as a book cover.

The add above is a cover. It is not code or subliminal. It is not a trick or magic. It is not an add.

And there, glaring out and hitting right between the head, the real story

[Lipinski]

women
Women
Female
No matter how you say it, no matter how fucking crazy they make you, for a male they are worth the price of crazy.
(***)

this is inspired but what drives me batso nusto crazy... that being the female human being. I wonder, are homosexual males choosing such a lifestyle because women are too powerful for them? The answers are never going to answer the question but whatever, vagina rules over dick every time.
***

Congratulations, it's a boy! A doctor at a birthing often times says.
Congratulations, it's a girl! A doctor at a birthing often times says.
Congratulations, it's a it! A enlightened whatever at a whatever often times says.

Born a male but now a female
Born a female but now a male
Born a it and for all of it is, it still is.

Interesting how a world defines as it tries to find what it is
but
it is
definitely so
a boy
a girl
a kiss
and in any world that will or ever will exist, it is the way it always will be and always will work.

A body can be whatever it is the body wants to be
It can feast or famine
become strong or weak
live by rules or die in crime
whatever it is a body wants to be
for me, there is something about a female that begs for respect and lust at the same time
and the best words to be used for such a feeling is
Fucking A-okay! It is as it should be and worth all the shit, the fighting, the smiles, the anger,
the rejections, the acceptance, the, the, the, who gives a shit!

In this world, women are king.

[Lipinski]

Doing some work for Bernard and Kirstin. Fun people. Living their dream. Fantastic cooks. And they got me hooked on something called, White Castle sliders/hamburgers.

Food is definitely on my top three list of existing on this shit planet and I thought I've tried it all until Bernard put two of those little square bits of extreme deliciousness in front of me.

Almost had to go to my safe place and watch a video of kittens playing with yarn as my mind yelled, "Hey idiot, you've been missing out all these years because you never had a White Castle? You deserve to eat straw!" Needless to say, I told my mind to go fuck itself and take that damn video of kittens playing with yarn and donate it to some local University to benefit some snowflakes.

So Bernard, thanks for giving me a new addiction. And also, the inspiration.
***

Don't do this
Don't do that
Eat this but don't eat that
Eat that but don't eat this

Don't eat with your elbows on the table
Don't eat with your mouth open
Don't consume too much fat
Don't consume too much sugar

Don't eat a dozen eggs at one time
Don't eat before bed

There is a lot of, don't, in this society which is okay as every time I hear, do not...
I think of donuts, and cream cheese, and spam, and bacon, and now White Castle...
Thanks Bernard...
bastard.

[Lipinski]

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[Lipinski]

sorrow unfolds at the crease of linens old
once to cover soft appeals
firm decisions...

a bed where a head could find sanctuary
the feet warm, arms and hands at rest
grounded upon firm reality...

stripped bear to reveal the passing time
soiled
threads bare

the mattress is old as is the home and frame
floor boards creak with history
walls tired
windows dirty; fragile; weak.

this the scene of humanity so much entranced by itself
clinging to a story of living and age
totally ignoring the ever fresh
ever vibrant
ever alive
this the blanket of music and laughter of which so much and so many things understand...

this is what i wear each and every day.

[Lipinski]

interesting...

words have a lot of power for humans.

"I love you," will get you a most enlightening taste of sour

"Cunt"

"Nigger"

Oh so many words designed to have power over the minds of the person reading/hearing the words/

Tonight I had a great discussion about the word, nigger and cunt. Everyone in the discussion was 'white' and when saying the word, nigger, there was an audible gasp in the room.

Nigger is a word that is almost meaningless to me. If I were to give it any credence it would be to label the word as a meaning for a shiftless, low life scum bearing the title of human without any regard to color of skin. Of course that in itself is politically incorrect, so it is what it is. But there are a lot of fucking niggers out there with white skin, black skin, yellow, pink, brown, red, and a slight tint of purple.

Now what struck me as very interesting is how female humans greatly despise the word, cunt.

Cunt. A Germanic sounding word. A word that has been around for a awhile. I guess the word, pussy is similar as is the word, twat. But from what I learned tonight the word, cunt, is a highly offensive word for females.

Sad really. That one can let a word have power over them.

So to all the niggers and cunts out there, this is the inspiration.
(((>>>

Silence is golden
Not for the color or sound of soulful renditions of love and hate
rather
for observation

in the a moment the words of, "i love you," are quickly replaced with , "i hate you," and then words such as nigger, cunt, spick, cracker, sand nigger, twat... spew forth

so much dedication to the attention to such volume when silence is a cloak of which one should wear
surrounded but nothing more than sounds of mumbling.

humans are so quick to don the armor of sword and shield, willing to battle such sounds
and yet?

Fickle
Hypocrite
Liars
Fearful

Creatures of a moment only understood in a few small letters of an alphabet

Lead by the choice to be angry, upset, sad, angry;;;.,.,,

Leaving niggers, cunts, twats, pricks, bastards... and more such as myself to to laugh at your perceived pain.

[Lipinski]

Grunding bones tiss ma me brod
I canna spoke t weepsters
Willy spader
Roc runt
an Go!

[Lipinski]

"Hey numbnuts! Write something inspirational regarding the following headline!"

Farmers who had sex 'hundreds of times' with horses, dogs, goats and cows 'must stay in jail'

Okay parasite... Moooo Ooooo OOO! Baaa Baaaa AAAA! Cluck Cluck BWaaaack!

Actual headline. Actual farmers fucking cows and stuff. Inspirational? Absolutely not. Typical example of just what it is to be human, using the free will choice to do what it is that humans do, and writing about it only makes people wondering what it is like to fuck a cow...horny. I bet though, that the farmers who are in jail for their choice of sexual partners will make mighty fine metaphors for those other inmates who are into 'sheep'...

So. Switching gears.
***
Harris Ridge

Freightliner looked up and switched down the gears
Grinding up and winding up
Chugging up the mountain.

Higher and higher, CAT 3126 telling the transmission to try harder
Nerves at a tingle
Foot mashed down on the pedal

And still...
Higher and higher
as if the clouds could be conquered

Got to a jobsite above hell and below heaven
but not by much

Getting the dirt moved while the truck sat.

A day gone by, making good pay
but
at the end
the looooong journey back.

Fired up the truck, jammerd er inta gear
Released the air
and oh shit, hang on to your hat!

Down, down, down
Past those fucking engineered switchbacks
Looking at the Middle Fork of the Clearwater down below look like a pencil track.

Jake brake close to breaking
Knuckles white and chanced to glance a flock of turkeys flying off a cliff
Looked like they was a trying to fly into outer space...

Down, down, down with what I swear were sparks and flames coming from the exhaust stack
Thankful that rubber tire like to grip asphalt
Wondering how the hell people drive this hill when the asphalt is covered in frozen white stuff.

Finally reached sanity
Released the Jake
Actually felt the blood inside start once again to a flowing

And now, it is
the end of another day.

[Lipinski]

Joe raised worms. Specifically, Joe raised red worms. Why did Joe raise red worms? Ha. Maybe for fishing? Maybe for enriching garden beds with the worm shit? Or maybe Joe raised red worms because a spirit told him to...

Spirits. Interesting. There seem to be good spirits, bad spirits, there is even a holy spirit or is it, Holy Spirit?

Doesn't matter as in Joe's case he raised red worms, and chickens, and hate mixed with discontent. He even raped his daughter when she was only 13 and strongly encouraged his boys of many other fathers to engage in some pretty bizarre sexual activities with others and each other.

Joe was a proud American. Raising red worms, working on computers, cheating on his taxes, and why? Maybe because a spirit told him to...

It is in his eyes that one sees Joe for what it it is. There in the eyes there is no questions needed, only answers.

Joe grew older along with his wife who liked to play on the internet. She loved prostitution and raising hate and discontent. Why? Well, in her case there was a medical term of some sort or another which could explain her life but then again, maybe she lived as she did because a spirit told her to?

In the soil the worms moved as worms tend to do. They burrowed and multiplied. They did so because that is what worms do. There is no question as to why as the answer is not needed. Thus it could be said that no spirits were involved, or maybe, there is?

It was a god. A spirit. The god felt it was God, felt it was a Spirit. But the worms burrowing in the soil felt nothing more than the soil, the life, the reproduction, and the death.

Maybe Joe and his wife felt the spirit and felt they were the Spirit?

Maybe though, the red worms worked well as they finished their life dangling on a sharp fish hook and entice the spirit of a trout to bite...

[Lipinski]

When looking to a sky where a moon is half empty/half full
there exists
much more than what is seen

When looking towards the ground in darkness
there exists
much more than what is not seen

When?
What is it when one picks a moment to look, or not look
What is it when even bringing it to a question...

i see the moon tonight, sitting there rocking too-and- fro, dancing with its children...
i see such intense white vibrations below my feet while the air is filled with cold and darkness...

When?
When is a word which does not exist when all around the seen and unseen play
as it is
it always is
and it makes me...
smile...

[Lipinski]

I like this new format. Hopefully the spamsters... or is it spastics? Anyway, same thing. Hopefully they go play on some politcal website and leave Aphelion alone.

Noticed theer is a new button to insert images. Now, how to figure that one out.

"Pull my finger..."

What?

"You like images? Pull my finger and see what you will see..."

No parasite. No I will not, and I... Did you do that? (an odurious derrier to say the least)

"Like that picture moron?"

(gag)
***


Did it work?

"What? Your mind?"

That's enough parasite. Go eat something toxic.

"Okey dokey. Later moron." (burp)

T'lu

Tonight of another and yet another
Space where time holds nothing in the least
let alone
the stars...

Flying free and aloof
until
the moon decides otherewise

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite!

"What."

Boo!

(a bit of eye rolling as the parasite could care less for human holidays, it only cared for the food, and for Halloween it is sushi)'

Scare ya?

"You couldn't scare anyone if your life depended upon it moron."

Maybe. But I can lock you in the freezer.

"Oooh... I'm so... Uhm... is there some ice cream still in there?"

Nope. Enjoy the unfrosted freezer compartment with that 10 year old frozen fish.

(and with a thud the door was closed to the freezer ripe with odd smells and now a pissed off purple parasite. the final words coming from the blank surface of the the old GE freezer was,)

"Bastard..."
***

Blank

Blank looks on blank faces
Blank pages with blank words waiting to be written

Blank thoughts
Blank feelings

Blank is a excellent sound for blank
It is
blank.

[Lipinski]

What if Attila the Hun gave a election speech? Or Mao? Or Hitler?

Would it be different than what is being spewed today?

Power knows no time, it only knows.
***

Nero's speech to himself while he was voiding his bowels after a night of orgy and feast.

"Oh boy..." (grunting and wondering just what it was that was causing so much pain)

"This, the season of (oh great gods! what is that?)

"I really need to invade something. Maybe kill a senator or... (a large explosion sounding like a future cannon waiting to be invented... maybe an inspiration for a future Chinese inventor of gunpowder?)

"Slave! Slave! You there, come here and ... Oooh... ( some profanity which is now lost in translation was emitted as Nero's legs were now covered in shit)

***

This could have been Nero's great speech just before Rome burned.

The content holds the same meaning as what current politicians say today while the people listening metaphorically get covered in shit.

I wonder if Rome will burn next week?

[Lipinski]

If some alien life forms came to visit this orb of biological confusion, what would they think when they first tasted human flesh...
***

(translated from some weird language that sounds like popping bubbles and when written looks like the empty void of a politicians brain)

"Whatcha eating?" a cute little creature looking like green jello and a pillar of salt asked.

"Don't really know. But I think it is called, human."

"Yuck! You actually put that in your vortex?" Curious though, the jello blob reached out and tried to grab a finger.

"Hey! Go get your own human. Look. Over there. A tiny one. You go get em."

With a bit of hovering, slithering, and some strange moans, the blob chased a little boy named Timmy.

Grabbing Timmy, the green blob opened up one of its vortexes and started to inhale. Of course Timmy was horrified and screamed a really nice, loud, human scream. "AAAAHHH!"

In case you're human, AAAAAHHH! is a word that can mean a lot. It can mean a really great orgasm, or it can mean you just read that Biden got elected (good or bad, however, ALL politicians suck) and in Timmy's case, it meant he was scared shitless.

Timmy's dad was a big burly redneck that loved guns, women, and beer. When he heard his son's scream he reached for his shot gun, Betsy, and spilling his beer, ran to his sons aid.

"BOOM!" Betsy bellowed and the released five more booms. The blob of green became really small blobs.

Timmy was saved and covered in goo. It was about this time that the dad saw the other green blob eating what appeared to be his next door neighbor, Frank.

"Hey, you sons-a-bitch. Stop it. And he leveled his shotgun at the creature.

Of course, never mess with an alien and his meal. The alien screamed and blew the dad away along with his son, Timmy, with an energy beam. Hovering and gliding over he tasted the dad and said, "Nasty..." It then started to munch on the remains of Timmy and smiled. Now this was some mighty fine dining.

Meanwhile the remains of his partner reformed and soon both treated themselves to some great
food. It reminded them of 'chicken'.

[Lipinski]

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but wait, there's more!

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and yet, there is comfort in one.0.

you and you and you and you too could never even come close to
understand?

My World is here, touching every nerve
Smelling
Tasting
Touching
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Much to, so much to feel and be
this is
what it is
to be
free!

[Lipinski]

so, where's winter?

looked under the rug...no snow

looked on the glass of the window... no frost

looked at the sky... a lot of sun

stuck my tongue on the flagpole... nnnnnh. yeth, ith fooking wintaa..

[Lipinski]

It did and does not matter what is known; seen or unseen
Each generation discovers the fires burning within
Science
Religion
Politics
Pleasures
Pain...

Even for some immortals it did and does not matter
it just is
it is what they seek...

Once respected even revered does only a blink
take away...

Shouts of joy turn to anger to joy to anger to joy to anger
Imagine...
What happens when they came bearing gifts?
Gifts beyond imagination
Was for themselves or for them?

Grasping a shaft filled with colors and vibration, carved from the Tree of Life itself
Tipped with the golden glow of Obsidian
Driving it deep into the Chest of Humanity
and why?

If nothing more than to feel the screams and pass the time
until
another bell rings
rings so loud even the trees themselves once again start to sing.

[Lipinski]

Imagine a 'UFO' arriving to Earth. Inside the craft bouncing around in front of military jets showing how crazy they can bounce around... First at a dead stop and then zooming at insane speeds only to stop suddenly...

Think they are showing off? Think they are studying the military capacity of Earth?

How about this...
***

(translated from a video recorded on a 'ship.' Sadly Aphelion is not capable of showing video or sound so written words will have to suffice)

"This is what the humans call, a sunrise. Pretty is it not?" Qwarky asked Qwinky.

"Uuh... You seen one sun rise over a horizon of a planetary horizon you have seen all sun rise over a horizon of planetary horizons..." was the curt reply

"Here is your beverage Qwarky. It is...hot." (by hot it is not to be construed to be boiling water of 220F rather hot by one of fire and melting the tungsten rod used to stir the beverage)

"Aaaahhhh!!!" Qwarky liked hot 'tea' but this was a bit too hot and he spilled it on his reproductive organ(s) This caused Qwarky, who was also piloting the craft to drive the ship in a crazy manner.

The ship sped up. Zoomed down. Spun in circles. It put on an interesting show for a couple of F-16 pilots. And then it sped away at a high rate of speed, all the while Qwinky was laughing one of her many asses off.

[Lipinski]

China tried to battle in space
Sparkly lights
Pieces of debris hit Bejing
"Made in USA."
Yinli shi a zi, which translated means, gravity is a bitch...

[Lipinski]

LeeLoo'

Okay, officer, just a little nip
A beer, or two
And a glass of wine, just a little
Well, okay, a few shots of whiskey
with a lime and some tequila...

Toked some smoke, just one bud
Premo with a real pleasant buzz
Then
Out of nowhere stood sasquatch; bigfoot; fucking huge monkey man...

Standing smack dab in the middle of the highway
So of course I had to swerve
Zigged left and then zagged right
Passed him doing 100mph, saw the hairy man laugh at me while he danced
And that's the truth officer,
I swear it was real...
(in the background as i was booked, cuffed, and stuffed in the back seat, bigfoot was doing the two step, waving a cane and wearing a top hat)
***

"You're nuts. Absolute nuts. Why don't you go get committed or run for President?"

Cuzz parasite, just cuzz, because being nuts is better than dealing with the reality of what people think is sanity.

[Lipinski]

Bullets and Blood

Fascination how pointed; penetration
Sperm pierces an egg
Fork stabs bacon
Virus focused as it drifts through a mask as easy as an arrow splits an apple.

How many times can force take the form of good or evil?

An inmate in jail for shooting and taking life now takes a shot at getting a high school diploma

That narrow beam of a smile shot from a politicians face as they endorse abortion

It is, all of it, just more of what is, this topic of good and evil

Earth, a place where bullets are used to kill in anger or to harvest an animal so a family can live

Well and good, to hurt inside the mind while finding a target to life and what it can give

so it is easy to feel the Wind as it enters the soul. to be peppered by moon beams. in short, it is easy to let the world be the world and to separate and travel
forever more
into dreams...

[Lipinski]

This morning it is the morning called, Christmas Eve.
Many people are inspired by such just as many believe in something more than themselves.

god, gods, God, magic, Magic, Magik, morlu tou sin mor.
All well and good no matter what many believe in.

Today is called, Christmas Eve.
This morning a humming bird flittered outside the window to defy the season, location and a world fucked beyond imagination.

Just imagine if this were the morning called, Eve of Destruction...
***

They always knew just as they always know
The pyramids were an expression
Oceans a pool of relaxation
Of Time they were masters
Wars of guidance, of strategy, of imagination...

Naked and without need
Never too hot, never too cold
Fed by an energy beyond any mortal comprehension
Fires eternal inside

Nothing of matter or space is that important
A hardware store of building blocks for Life; stone set upon stone if you will
Filled with much laughter and smiles
though sometimes, the tears are needed, the cry.

And since the pallet has so much color, it spills upon every fiber, every nerve, painting the hearts
Like the movements of a clock, a ding, a bell
They also love a good battle.

There is truth in the leap from the hounds of Hell.

[Lipinski]

why did the chicken cross the road?

"I dunno... so why did the chicken cross the road?"

because the road said there'd be ice cream.

[Lipinski]

not bad. the story caught the attention for a few seconds. as it all really does not matter.
***
flipped a switch upon the soul
blackness became apparent
so to
the glow

every heartbeat writes the notes
evey blink freezes a picture
losing touch on reality
smiling for reasons of smiling

they asked for it
prayed for it
and so it is
a time when dragons sing.

[Lipinski]

watching a dog scramble across an icy plain
claws scratching to find traction
teeth showing,
tongue and slobber flowing
finding it all so very amusing
picking myself up off the floor
boxers revealing
barefoot and a wet floor
noticing the beer had been spilled

or

have you ever had a conversation with a lizard?
beady eyed little reptile
standing silent pretending not to hear
and then the little bastard starts laughing after eating a fly

with that said

the dog made it to the door
the lizard is once again standing still
and there is the sudden urge for ice cream.

[Lipinski]

"TOo mUch sound!
Everywhere it bombards the fabric
Bouncing like like
Liking some of the sensations
Can't wait to kick Agent Barton(s) ass, those azz hounds"

(ever wonder what the caterpillar 'alive' in Alice in Wonderlands' story sounds like? Well, it wrote the above. That creature is great to hang with but NEVER share a joint with it... sneaky bastard)

Hey parasite. What are you up to? It's was quiet today.

"No it was not quiet. You're just deaf. And I will add that you're stupid and have poor taste in clothing."

Say, did you hear the ground fart today? It was a silent-but-deadly...

"Sure. Sure. Whatever you say." And with that the parasite curled up into a ball and bounced over to see what the neighbors were up to.
***

Black lines at first appearing vertical
With a wave of light passing over
Lines dance.

Back and forth, like marching soldiers
One beam enters a chasm
Another enters a lock of great technology
A third leaves the group as they will not surrender

Black and White
So strong and powerful
Even a stone long still moved out of their way.

[Lipinski]

do aliens blink?
do they even have eyes?
and if they blink, do they cry?

how about biology, do they eat food and then take a shit?
or sex, is it asexual, bisexual, transexual, or do they just cellular replicate?
and farting, does an alien pass gas, or does this question already exist by taking a shit?

aliens are interesting, zooming around in their shiny ships
playing tricks
which raises the question, are aliens bored or are they just being show off pricks?

one thing not in question about aliens, and that is
they all carry an American Express credit card when visiting Earth
and think Jerry Lewis should marry Clint Eastwood
while abstaining from earthly politics as that is mortally toxic, the results that is.

[Lipinski]

Imagine if Eve had got eaten by a lion or swallowed by a dinosaur. How wonderful this planet would be!
***

Lizards have beady eyes, basking in the heat, doing what lizards do
Spiders spin webs and are wonderful engineers
Beavers build dams to rival anything done by humanity
So much in nature is good and bad but at least
predictable...

Men? A fucking waste
Women? A waste of flesh
Humans? A bizarre conglomeration of cells indeed...

So easy to be a misanthrope, so very, very, very easy
however
if Eve had got hit in the head with an asteroid, or killed by some wild beast
than there'd be no pizza or ice cream
no cars or atomic bombs
not even poetry
but sometimes I think it would be better off with nothing on this planet wearing the cloak of humanity.

[Lipinski]

"We have breaking news! I am here at the scene of a mass slaying." So well stated by a well dressed reporter named Bob, who worked for CNC, which was his job, which is now sounding a bit redundant.

"Excuse me sir, did you witness the murder?" Bob shoved his microphone up to the face of this hapless bystander named, Greg.

?7"Uh... yup. Shore nuff did." Greg continued after spitting out some chewy tabacco. "Saw the poor bastard have his whole insides sliced up into ittsy, bittsy, pieces."

"Wow. Who did it?"

"Well..." pausing to scratch his itchy balls, "Well, it happened awfully fast but appeared ta be a woman dressed as a Princess."

Mulling over for a second, Bob pondered at what he had just heard. Oh, not only was Bob a well dressed reporter, who worked for CNC, which was his job, but he also had a devilish smile. After pondering now far beyond the length of a second. Now more likely 24.3 seconds, Bob replied, "No shit. A Princess?"

"Yup. Dammdest thing ya know..."

[Lipinski]

It was the Eve of a New Year. She was naked and glowing, with a smile stretched across her face

Seems like only yesterday when she was a baby. Squalling and wrapped in white linens.

Time flies when one pays attention. Literally soaring across the consciousness like a diseased tumor consumes a body. A predictable journey where life and death are as closely married as the colors black and white.

Seconds fed seconds and her beauty was expanding. Her breasts heaved as the hands caressed them. A spontaneous sigh emitted when a warm breath of moisture aided in the wetting.

In full sight, all doors open, it was Time.

Moonlights glow as the hand of the Clock were illuminated. The joining of Father time with a new years maiden.

When it was over, the old was put away in the books for further study while a new book with pristine white pages was open.

And so it is, written.