Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Yep, a good day.
***

It tried to be winter. Smelled like winter. Tasted like winter
and yet
it was a full on,
spring.

Along the river the grass is green
while just a glimpse away
the sight of winter.

Yes, it tried to be winter today. Tried very well
and yet
it failed.

[Lipinski]

Literature. Words jotted by a writer putting thoughts for all to see.

Good stories. Bad stories. Fiction. Non fiction. So many genres.

Topic of the moment: Best of what it is to be human.

1. Ability to wage total war where blood flows freely while the idea never surrenders
2. Ability to taste and express love, even if only for a moment.
3. Ability to hate without thought or effort
4. Ability to caretake the gift of a soul for good or bad.

Topic of the moment: Worst of what it is to be human.

1. Unable to understand knowledge
2. Unable to become what it strives to be
3. Embraces fear as a power
4. Frail bodies ripe and waiting for death.

All so very inspirational.
***

There was One

Amazing, to find one moment among the uncountable
/to put blinders on as if that would stop the knowledge; sight of what cannot be seen/

Once, to have faith and belief in what was already dead
Once, to be proven wrong and right all in the same moment of time
Once, to step foot among those in a world trying to think for itself\

Yes, there was One and then One became Many and Many became Uncountable
as if the stars themselves got together from their isolation to Create
humility
weakness
pain
suffering
death
all of which can emerge victorious and become the most powerful force in the Universe.

[Lipinski]

For writers, which then means, everyone; fantasy helps form reality and vice versa.

Werewolves. Vampires. Demons. Trolls. Witches. For some nothing more than fantasy. For some an absolute reality. For some, a little bit of both.

In Nordic tradition a warrior who feared nothing and would chew their own leg off if it allowed them to win a battle actually existed. They went by the title, berserker. For some this description is fantasy. For some it is reality. For some, it is both.

Dragons... What does humanity actually know about dragons? Stories portray them as being a large lizard. Interesting. Of course just the general accepted definition of a Dragon is pure fantasy to some. Pure reality for others, For some, it is both.

It is, however, interesting and inspirational as ignorance comes to terms with what is, fantasy and reality.

How would you define that which so many deem as being at the least, fantasy?

Imagine a Dragon that chose to be a berserker... What fun! Of course, all pure fantasy...
***

(insert the words and pictures. apply the touch)

"Brother. Why are you choosing this path?" Fopp wondered at the recent activity by his brothers interventions between the Darook and Koorad. It was accepted by mutual agreement to leave the affairs of mortals to be decided by their actions and judgements from the elements of air.

"It is not for you to know. What you forget brother, is the bond of blood we share."

"She is not yet ready, nor is he. We must not meddle with the vines growing." Fopp pictured the words and sent...

(a large bell sounded as God's Will summoned the Order. the picture pulsed as the Music overtook all Dragons senses)

-----------------------(in this small moment of pause, so much transpired; entire species formed to extinction and you did not even sense it)-------------------------------------

"Brother, we must battle, of this there is no doubt."

"None."

"Of sides there will be much division."

"Of course."

"Why have we chosen such a journey?"

"You know it is, not a journey, it is what we are ordered to do..."

"Yes. Yes, it is..."
***

in battle your mind is filled with emotions. these emotions are tied to the activities the brain you possess tells it to digest. it matters not for love or hate. purity or evil.

in the coming battle a simple Seal has been broken open at the sound of a Bell. two brothers so much the same, so much the similar One called it the right and left arm.

And, it is,
here,
... as it always has been.

[Lipinski]

What did you do today parasite? It was way too quiet.

"Not much. Checked out the septic tank. Tortured the corgi's. Tried on your purple thong..."

Uh, my thong is not purple...

"Ha! It is now!"

Bastard. But, speaking of thongs, why do people wear them? I can understand women/females but men/males?

"Can't speak for humans but thinking it has something to do with mental illness."

Definitely
***
(simple, short, and true)

Mental Illness

If you are not mentally ill, you're not human.

[Lipinski]

US says China forcibly tested American diplomats with anal swabs for COVID-19 detection

at first glance it appears the headline was trying to humiliate the USA via the diplomats. Dirty politics comes to mind. But then, the realization becomes obvious. America loves getting fucked by China.

And while an exercise in writing as inspired by what are real headlines; boring, boring, boring.

Today the inspiration will be to look outside the window and see a snow covered world. Snow falling and more to come. And through it all, the sounds of a butterfly; babbling brook; birds; and harmony.


***

"Let me help you with that sir."

Bill was surprised to see the young stock boy being so sincere in his statement. He was used to the arrogant looks of indifference the people around him usually exhibit. Yet here stood a young man with a face full of acne, actually wanting to help him.

"Thank you," he said, "I'll take you up on your offer. Would you mind take those bags to the front door?"

"Sure. You want me to take that one also?" The boy was actually kind.

The man laughed, saying, "No. I,I,I..."

There was a pause as it appeared the man was suffering from something as the mans face beamed with a smile. His eyes glistened and showed great joy. He asked, "Can you hear that?"

The boy looked a bit confused and looked around to see what it was the man's eyes were focused on. He then replied, "No sir. Sorry. I don't here anything."

The old man stood there for a few more moments and then replied, "It's the butterflies. Listen to the song of the butterflies."

[Lipinski]

snow snow snow snow snow snow snow...
i know know know know
what it's like
to sit at the bottom
of a laundry basket

music on the screen, stocks to play
opinions made
is weed good or bad?
depends on the brain

so let it snow snow snow snow snow...
and now
time to go fuck with the parasite...

"I heard that shithead."

[Lipinski]

battlebots rock!

she wore leather and bunny ears

"and he was an idiot!"

there was then a commercial...

"and he is an idiot!"

the nerds had a kitty bot

"are you listening to me?"

kitty bot wins!

"sigh"

Martin Mason kicked ass without kicking any ass.

"I'm gonna go eat bugs..."

the show was fun, the robots cool, but the fight was a dud.

"aren't you gonna at least insult me a little bit?

and the parasite would make an excellent target for battlebots to tear apart!

"that's better."

[Lipinski]

This talk of hope and peace. It boils down to the real essence of just exactly what hope and peace it. That being, an illusion.

Illusions are wonderful. Imagine walking in a desert. Hot. Thirsty. No hope. Knowing you are going to die. And then... THERE! A shimmering pool of water! Closer and closer you get to the salvation, only to find more hot sand. The sands then bury your lifeless body, once full of life and hope.

Humans can no more handle hope and peace than they can understand why they exist. They bluster, pontificate, and some even write about it...

So, if hope and peace are nothing more than an illusion, why does it truly exist for some people? Jews in the holocaust of WWII are a great example. They survived with the hope of peace and the peace of hope.

While humanity itself is hopeless and full of nothing but hate and horror. That is just the way it is because that is what humanity wants. However, what is inside a human and not from the conception of flesh IS what KNOWS peace and hope... What IT is, is simple and yet few desire to accept it...

All so very inspriational.
***

"God damn it! I told you to not play with my tools!" An father upset at his oldest son who had broken the blade on his band saw.

"I'm sorry dad. I didn't mean..."

"Didn't mean? You were not even supposed to be using it. " And with the raw anger boiling inside the mature male man known as, Bob, he slapped his son in the face.

The boy ran crying from the scene as his father said, "You get back here. I'm not finished."

Anger. The currency of hate. The tool of evil. Or, is it?

Lets try the story a different way.

"God damn it! I told you to not play with my tools!"

"I'm sorry dad. I didn't mean.."

"Didn't mean? You were not even supposed to be using it." And with the raw anger boiling inside the mature male man known as, Bob, he slapped his son in the face.

The boy ran crying from the scene as his father said, "You get back here...I,I." The father realized what he did was wrong. He knew his tools were a danger to those not familiar with their use. He also knew what he just did to his son was so very wrong in so many ways. Inside he felt sorrow.

Later, he apologized to his son. A son who would mature and become a father who would also continue the history of anger.

Hopefully this will change for humanity
Hopefully peace will come to be the definition of humanity
As a human, I however, doubt it.

[Lipinski]

Questions

If a mind was truly to know it was nothing more than matter, would it matter?

And if we dare to ask the questions, would we succeed?

For to live through with nothing more than a stick, would than be, a forest.

So this is what it is to be?

To be, or, not to be, this the question only mortals

speak.

[Lipinski]

"is it true?"

What's that parasite?

"I heard we're having pizza tonight..."

Uh, WE are having pizza. YOU are going to get to watch me eat pizza.

"You should be cancelled for being such a dick. In fact, I'm going to start a world-wide petition to have you banned/cancelled."

Good luck with that. Nothing is ever cancelled no matter how hard ignorance tries. Only those who cancel are themselves, forgotten...
***

(So, Dr. Seuss books are now deemed racist and are being canceled. Not so strange. first the cancel culture canceled God, and then moved on to canceling life via abortion and now everything in their sight/mind is a target. i feel almost sorry for them as they don't realize that is they themselves they are actually canceling.)

inspiring though.


When the pot of existence simmers over the Fire, it bubbles with intensity
For time untold; uncounted; unfolding as the Fire never goes cold

Filled always almost to a brim level and solid
Blackness is the color of the pot while the steam given pure white

It renders the human condition down to their very bones
Flesh separates
Ideas bubble and float
leaving only the true identity of humanity to show

Prolific as the pot always needs to be filled
Hot as the Fire always glows
Steam reaching up and out to infinity
Leaving behind the tenacity, veracity, voracious appetite of a species which can only exist with the Fire
never becoming a fire
only
left by themselves
they fight until nothing is left but ice and cold.

[Lipinski]

Question. Do aliens knit sweaters?
*

Clothing optional
Too hot? Take off clothing
Too cold? Put on clothing
but what if there was no need for clothes?

Fish have scales
Mammals have fur
Whales have blubber
Flies have shit
Worms have soil

There is no doubt aliens are comfortable while they travel
sucking the brains out of human skulls
sitting in front of an atomic fire to ease the muscle cramps
and dining in a purple tux
...
it all makes sense why they always get caught flying so fast
You would too after drinking ten bottles of champagne
and really needing to get home to your favorite bush,
to pee.

[Lipinski]

Time comes to mind
Time in a bottle
Takes time to make time
Time made
Time wasted

Time travel, or travel in time
when really taking the time to travel

There is no traveling in time
There is time in traveling

Rip snort and giggle
Roll the eyes
Rock and roll

it comes down to this... if you could time the travel, taking advantage of the flow, would you still do as you still do?] imagine: you know exactly where you stand. A year ago or a year from today. And the answer?

The answer is you will still do what you do
What would I do? I do what I'm told while i simply smile, and refuse.

Time is easy to understand if you take the time...
Time in traveling though,
is a bit hard
unless you are a part of Lucille Ball reruns.

[Lipinski]

A warhorse is often saluted while the victors celebrate, and thought of fondly by those vanquished.

On both sides of the battle, the horse bearing armor of rider and lance, meet each other with the full intent
of crushing the opponent.

So many scream in pain before falling to rise nevermore. Some survive to fight another day.
***

Belly heaving with sweat rolling the sides
Mane coarse where gripped a dying mans hand
Slouched over in pain; gashed body bleeds

Stirrups still holding his stance
Attempts at gallop futile now, as too, a wooden spear caused the horse great pain
Broken shaft growing from a heaving chest

No longer the trumpets sounding, nor the drums beat
A battle now decided before its end
And still moves the horses feet

His blackness cannot hide his pride at night or day
With blood wet and flowing; crusted and dry
His master holding hand, shield dropped, sword lost, he too, trying to deny death

Both together, born together, dying together
This, a warriors life
With the sun set, a field of death silent, both the horse and rider motionless upon the ground
There, if you look beneath the moon, you would have seen the horse carrying on in the spirit world
along with his rider
to fight another day.

[Lipinski]

A glorious day the day the sun winked.
Bright filaments of plasma released
Magnetic storm they say

A wonderful day the sun pulsed
The shield over earth glowed red, pink, green
while the world of electronics fried

Every wire everywhere no longer carried power for heat or cold
No longer did the cell phones work, or the tv
Airplanes fell from the sky like some distorted form of leaf
Ships at sea drifted serene, their might propulsion systems and weaponry no more powerful than a seagull

Wild animals did not care that the humans would once again be as them
Soon both would be hunting each other
Fingers against claw, brain against cunning, like it once was when there was peace.

[Lipinski]

So sweet the taste of earths blood
From her very core, a beating heart of lava to whet the thirst

So cold the touch as lightning bolts touch the tree
Fingers of contortion playing a world as if strings

It is Spring now, a time where a cloud can choose what to be
Maker of rain, snow, sleet

It's the Wind though, and what it said today while dancing with the geese
So tonight, to feel the ice tingle soaring with the fingers, diving low to steal a kiss from a volcano.

[Lipinski]

Latin is probably the best language to date ever spoken by mankind. I miss it. Now all we have is distorted words of confusion. Maybe that explains why so much of humanity is fucked up?

"Nah, humanity is just fine... It is you that is totally fucked up."

Hey parasite... furtue te ipsi

"Right back at ya."
*

Latin\\\

A language lost and yet, found
In song and verse it soothes the soul
Spoken by intelligence, it exudes the true meaning of intent
Thank God some language is true.

[Lipinski]

Everyone stops and stares...

So, why did you pick a dance neither of us knew?

I know I talk about her lot.

This the talk of mothers

I wish I was your mother

I wish I could have raised you

"There's gonna be a little salt in the coffee."

[Lipinski]

maybe I'm not the best man so I relieve myself of the job

or

is it rings in the aisle?


Sometimes two wise men made it to Jesus

I don't have enough time to cast another ring bearer

More sploosh and less splash

[Lipinski]

in the sky
there is
a room

small enough to only fit eternity
large enough for a butterfly to rest

it is
a room where birds keep guard
and the wind visits

look for it in the sky there below your feet
walking the worn path of clouds and memories
for
lightning is
coming to dance to the clap of thunder
and the soul is cleansed by the music.

[Lipinski]

If the present disparage the glory of the past with talk of racism and evil
What will the future say about the present?

[Lipinski]

Inspired by inspiration. there is soooooooooo much inspiration out there that if you are a writer and can't think of anything to write then maybe it is not you that has problems but rather you are thinking of other things such as bbq chicken wings dipped in ranch dressing.

Inspired this morning by the inspector tag on my new pair of Costco jeans. The tag said, '47'.

***

"Morning 26. Nice day today huh?"

"Yep. Gonna be a busier day than normal. I heard inspector 13 died last night. He got eaten by a zombie."

"A zombie? No shit... I thought the Democrats were all happy now with their new god and thus the zombies all went back to sitting in their mothers basement and watching Netflix movies."

A bit ruffled, inspector 41 replied, "That's not true. Not all Democrats are zombies. I happen to know some of them and there is nothing zombie like about them. Sure, a vampire maybe, or a troll." And trying to change the subject, 41 told 26, "What are you inspecting today? I got stuck with men's boxer shorts."

26 smiled and said, "I get to check out bra's. Funny thing about those bra's, they are dangerous articles of clothing to be sure."

"Why is that?"

"Well, I was inspecting one one time and as I was stretching it, the elastic band snapped and almost took out my eye."

The two inspectors started their new work day while buried deep in the forest, a zombie munched on inspector 13's brain.

[Lipinski]

phantom of the opera
or
orf?

a guy in a mask
or
music to inspire battle?

the answer is: neither
a Viking grave found with cannabis seeds
ah yes,
such the plunder...

[Lipinski]

Cannabis.

"It's the devils weed!" a mother sometimes is heard to say

"Cool. Groovy. Far out man!" a man sometimes is heard to speak

Bad or good,

Good or bad,

at the end of the journey, you are all dead anyway

feeling low and high

along the way.

[Lipinski]

Smells

Sex smells
Shit smells
Society definitely stinks

Food smells delicious
Puppies smell unique
Fresh alpine air is fantastic

"What... is... your... problem... now?"

Nothing parasite, sitting here smelling a world and putting it into word.

"You are a strange dude, there is no doubt about that.

Parasite, you smell like... like... a cross between old gym socks and vanilla ice cream.

"Maybe that's because I've been stealing your ice cream and storing it in your sock drawer?"

Nice.

[Lipinski]

A short poem for the future of humanity:

Fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked, hope, fucked, fucked, burp...

[Lipinski]

What do the occupants of all those UFO's buzzing the planet do for snacks? Do they bake cookies? Do they have an alien form of candy bar? How about slices of their native tuber being sliced, fried in oil, salted, and dipped in a form of onion dip?

The following is inspired after an alien visited me while I was baking some cookies laced with THC. If i remember correctly, their version of the munchies ended up with our neighbors cat being listed as, missing...
*

Welcome to Earth purple creature!

"Are you talking about me?"

No parasite, I'm talking about that purple entity standing next to you that looks like Elvis Presley made out of chocolate and put into a microwave for 25 seconds.

"Whatever dude, you're fucking nuts. And speaking of nuts, I'm going to go find those wasibi almonds, but first, I'm going to eat one of your cookies..."

Sweet dreams parasite.

(in the background the purple alien was licking what appeared to be long purple fingers)

Say, did you just eat my cookies?

"Bleep blop blup blorg bleep blop blop doo doo." (translated: Why yes, I did. Utterly fantastic. Reminds me of
the nipple of the Torgon goats of my home planett, Block.)

Shit. Do you know what is in those cookies?

"Black, back, booby bop beep..." (translated: I seem to taste lactic acid, refined sugar, yeast substance, hydrogen and oxygen molecules, and, and something that appears interesting in taste and unidentifiable)

Dude. You just inhaled over 100mg of THC!

"Bingo bat book bizzare beep beep beeeeep..." (translated: THC? Has no effect on me... but, but, but...)

You better lay off the flying for awhile. Here, go lay on the couch and watch Monk reruns. Want something to eat?

"BOCKOOBOOBBIBBBBBBLORKINBLIPPER." (translated: Chocolate. More chocolate. And those things you call, pickles. And bread. Lots of bread. And can I eat that purple creature you call, parasite?)

Ha! Go for it. And while you're eating it, may I offer you a bag of cheeto's and some jalepeno cheese dip?

"Blorg!" (translated: Heck yeah!)

[Lipinski]

For Sale: One planet in fairly decent shape.
A bit wobbly and the air is a bit stale.
Fully stocked with assorted life forms.
Comes complete with water and active volcano's
There is no intelligent life so it is a perfect place to conduct your experiments
Price is negotiable but I would seriously consider a Tarzick condo on the orb of Starlic
I can send you the coordinates and pictures if so desired
If interested send a mind block and leave a message.

[Lipinski]

SOLD!

That didn't take long. Some intelligent fungi that evolved from the scrotum of a Zellic Lion bought Earth for a bag of gummy bears and a light bulb.

Congratulations!

I hope they love humans. Actually, if you fry them in peanut oil the flesh of humans would greatly compliment the gummy bears.

[Lipinski]

So, they gave humanity a gift. A 'guarded' secret. Funny thing about secrets... there are none. Nothing of what humanity knows could ever be a secret, unless it is
a secret
between themselves.

So, what's in it for the gift givers... What do they gain, or lose?

There is a story in a book called, Bible. Some call the book, The Holy Bible. Interesting book. Just as the many other religious books.

A turtle coming out of the ocean with the world on its back.
Aliens seeding volcanoes with spiritual entities.
A garden of Eden.

Remember reading something about the Tree of Knowledge?
Knowledge is where secrets are born.
Ignorance knows nothing and thus have no secrets.
Knowledge though... Ah... What fun!

'They' 'Them' Words to describe what holds secrets and in themselves, desire to remain secret. Only, there are no secrets when One is the one who planted the Tree of Knowledge.

Lets look at what humans hold dear. Government. It could be royalty, democracy, dictatorship, socialism, religion, paternal, patriarch, good, bad... It does not matter as when humans gather they combine to form a government. It only takes two to tango. No matter whom, no matter where on this planet. Humans have to have a form of government they can follow and embrace or go to war to change it to something else.

So, they gave humanity a gift... And for good reason as they too have a government. They too follow and embrace while others go to war to change it to something else.

Boring topic today but feeling frisky and it is fantasy after all so fuck it!

"You're stranger than normal today. I like it!"

Thanks parasite, now put the corgi down and go put some clothes on.

"But, can't I use Tinker Bell as a basketball?"

Nope.

"Buzz killer."

Slug.

Anyway, it is not the gift humanity should fear but rather what is being changed to something else right before their very eyes.

[Lipinski]

She orientated her body to receive the loudest sound
Crickets path a metaphor

Spiders web of expanded minds
There was a sound from falling bits of blue sky

Bone dry in story, in body, but not the eye
Listen...