Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I was asked an interesting question today of which they already knew the answer.
There are reasons for the reasons.
Answers only beget more questions leading to what cannot be understood or then, answered.
Inspirational though.
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There actually are ancient Incan legends of softening the stone
The stone
Stones
Molten
Melted
Molded
Put in their place.
Humor at how ancestors knew what they were doing
Who was doing it
Doing it to whom
and why.
Why?
Why not.
This is why i like fishing.
There are reasons for the reasons.
Answers only beget more questions leading to what cannot be understood or then, answered.
Inspirational though.
***
There actually are ancient Incan legends of softening the stone
The stone
Stones
Molten
Melted
Molded
Put in their place.
Humor at how ancestors knew what they were doing
Who was doing it
Doing it to whom
and why.
Why?
Why not.
This is why i like fishing.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Picture this:
A white 'stick'; beam of light or solid or both
Spanning a length observable from beginning to end with nothing more than a pair of human eyes
On one end a spinning orb or yellow flame. Detached and yet held bound with no thought of escape
On the other blinks another white flame. Detached and able to travel the length to plunge into the yellow flame and then retreating back again. Back and forth. Back and forth
There is no sound and yet the ears bleed. Membrane ruptured and great pain.
No sounds can be heard as the tongue itself is immobile in fear.
Agent Barton, this one's for you as in three days it will be explained. Your masters order your submission
or maybe?
Maybe insanity is a code word for a dream.
3357
A white 'stick'; beam of light or solid or both
Spanning a length observable from beginning to end with nothing more than a pair of human eyes
On one end a spinning orb or yellow flame. Detached and yet held bound with no thought of escape
On the other blinks another white flame. Detached and able to travel the length to plunge into the yellow flame and then retreating back again. Back and forth. Back and forth
There is no sound and yet the ears bleed. Membrane ruptured and great pain.
No sounds can be heard as the tongue itself is immobile in fear.
Agent Barton, this one's for you as in three days it will be explained. Your masters order your submission
or maybe?
Maybe insanity is a code word for a dream.
3357
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
They were once in balance.
Two sides of two cultures of two worlds.
Greed set in on both sides.
Fanfare of winded challenge
until
they came.
Killing all the priests, leaders, scientists
All to include animals, women, men, children.
A picture of total annihlation
Victory it seemed until it became apparent they forgot a very important lesson
It is my world.
They forgot who controlled the wind, rocks, and trees...
Soon, in their screams, they remembered the Fire.
Two sides of two cultures of two worlds.
Greed set in on both sides.
Fanfare of winded challenge
until
they came.
Killing all the priests, leaders, scientists
All to include animals, women, men, children.
A picture of total annihlation
Victory it seemed until it became apparent they forgot a very important lesson
It is my world.
They forgot who controlled the wind, rocks, and trees...
Soon, in their screams, they remembered the Fire.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Yes. There in. And so.
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Old men.
Old men wearing the garb of indifference as if knowledge of sight would mean caring.
Old men; bearded with experience of so many seasons they merge and blur in the candlelight
Old men whose hands rested upon the table.
Old men without thought of carnal or regret, secure in the faded memories of youth
Old men who prefer the simple resting above the colorful flavors of the moment.
Old men who listen to the wind while giving breath to song
Old men.
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Old men.
Old men wearing the garb of indifference as if knowledge of sight would mean caring.
Old men; bearded with experience of so many seasons they merge and blur in the candlelight
Old men whose hands rested upon the table.
Old men without thought of carnal or regret, secure in the faded memories of youth
Old men who prefer the simple resting above the colorful flavors of the moment.
Old men who listen to the wind while giving breath to song
Old men.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Fishing was fantastic today.
Give a guy a pole, worms, and a hook and all the other shit is soon forgotten.
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Sitting on a field of white covering ice, the sky battled for attention
One cloud, and then another and then replaced with sunshine upon the face
Holes dug deep
Ice shards freezing beneath the feet
and the bite?
Trout and perch and dreams bit deep.
Bernard and his first hole and perch
Eric lost in the moment of escape
as for me, a way to forget the folly of humanity
Give a guy a pole, worms, and a hook and all the other shit is soon forgotten.
*
Sitting on a field of white covering ice, the sky battled for attention
One cloud, and then another and then replaced with sunshine upon the face
Holes dug deep
Ice shards freezing beneath the feet
and the bite?
Trout and perch and dreams bit deep.
Bernard and his first hole and perch
Eric lost in the moment of escape
as for me, a way to forget the folly of humanity
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
It was found in a parchment buried deep in clay far below the sand dunes of the desert. The language not of a world of english, russian, chinese, or any language of a world simmering in evolutionary tactics.
The language was still alive. Shimmering changes to fit the mind of the reader. The parchment could be called, Eternal.
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A visit by a ship. Sails. Ions. Engines. Vibrations. Phases. In terms, a hollow core of will set upon an ocean of possibility.
In the World once was, is, and will be; Chaos. Wonderful pain and joy of force chosen to fit the given abilities of species trying to discover fire.
Y. Y. Y. Words. (insert a small part of what the parchment explodes when the door is opened) Color. God. Good. Evil. Tradition.
A visit becomes a venue; Ancient a term of today. Hope a term of defeat. Science a folly termed by primitive concepts of how life can be, or is, or was, or will be...
1+1+ (insert the mirrored rffeflections of a door closing) Color. God. Good. Evil. An escape.) equaling infinity.
Prisons became/become security. Security tears apart a body into parts new and needed.
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And now, in translation:
So many species strive to leave the nest of Creation. To become Creation. And in the process, forget Creation.
A village bound together in community for the betterment of the village. Until there is no longer a village, city, country, world.
All species want change even if they don't understand it. All species cannot even try to understand what they think they understand.
Humanity. A small drop in the ocean of life. So full of itself. Orientated in a ball of molecules. One part great. one part the waste.
They have hardly started and yet they already have chosen to forget.
Soon, buried beneath the sands and secured in place, the clay.
The language was still alive. Shimmering changes to fit the mind of the reader. The parchment could be called, Eternal.
*
A visit by a ship. Sails. Ions. Engines. Vibrations. Phases. In terms, a hollow core of will set upon an ocean of possibility.
In the World once was, is, and will be; Chaos. Wonderful pain and joy of force chosen to fit the given abilities of species trying to discover fire.
Y. Y. Y. Words. (insert a small part of what the parchment explodes when the door is opened) Color. God. Good. Evil. Tradition.
A visit becomes a venue; Ancient a term of today. Hope a term of defeat. Science a folly termed by primitive concepts of how life can be, or is, or was, or will be...
1+1+ (insert the mirrored rffeflections of a door closing) Color. God. Good. Evil. An escape.) equaling infinity.
Prisons became/become security. Security tears apart a body into parts new and needed.
*
And now, in translation:
So many species strive to leave the nest of Creation. To become Creation. And in the process, forget Creation.
A village bound together in community for the betterment of the village. Until there is no longer a village, city, country, world.
All species want change even if they don't understand it. All species cannot even try to understand what they think they understand.
Humanity. A small drop in the ocean of life. So full of itself. Orientated in a ball of molecules. One part great. one part the waste.
They have hardly started and yet they already have chosen to forget.
Soon, buried beneath the sands and secured in place, the clay.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Have you ever been alone with the lights under the moon of Paramador?
Lips pursed and pushing
A sweet sound the shrill strumming of a moth.
From afar the mellow vibrations of a flute
Closer, the strings plucked fill the bowl with temptation
Below, the bass heart beat of such soothing contemplation.
Fill your mind now as we transfer the feelings
Inside you now, a picture of yourself as once as you are, a child
Curious.
Wondering.
Seeing.
Imagination?
Could this then, be the explanation?
Children grown before the very being of creation
Have you ever been alone with the lights, when all around it seems a blur
Hand-in-hand with such a relation
Married to an idea defying all reason?
Then to realize somewhere out there is the answer to the question.
Lips pursed and pushing
A sweet sound the shrill strumming of a moth.
From afar the mellow vibrations of a flute
Closer, the strings plucked fill the bowl with temptation
Below, the bass heart beat of such soothing contemplation.
Fill your mind now as we transfer the feelings
Inside you now, a picture of yourself as once as you are, a child
Curious.
Wondering.
Seeing.
Imagination?
Could this then, be the explanation?
Children grown before the very being of creation
Have you ever been alone with the lights, when all around it seems a blur
Hand-in-hand with such a relation
Married to an idea defying all reason?
Then to realize somewhere out there is the answer to the question.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
When a pace slows down to the point where one can let a mind wander, this is what happens.
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When reading ancient languages from such places as Egypt, Greece, China, India, it becomes obvious most of the writing was not for enjoyment or political reasons. The writers did not espouse the virtues of a soap opera or what leader was bad at whatever.
Story of success and failure at battles. Success of marriage of rulers and dynasty. There were not the fictional stories we have today.
Nor were there hateful writing such as , "Trump is a buffoon who fucked a lot of women," or "Alexander Cortez dreamed of the day she could fuck Meghan Markle in the first year of her presidency."
It was interesting to see the pornographic writings on the walls much like the tagging of buildings today.
Is there a correlation between the massive amount of what people currently call, technology and the endless genres of writing?
My opinion means nothing on the matter but proof does show that as humans started playing with fire they started playing with written communication with something as simple as a handprint in a cave.
The United States of America (Hahahahhahahahaah!) is but one country that exploded with literature. Stories of overthrowing a monarchy to fictional stories by Mark Twain reflecting the moment with what is now deemed racist. It was wonderful to see the explosions of written creativity.
Did societies of such prolific countries notice that with the surge in writing the art itself changed. The handprint on the cave became a classical portrait became a picture of Christ being fucked by an angel...
As the art itself changed into what it is now, so too, the written word.
Words becoming censored by the very groups that choose to censor the 'good' and 'bad' of other opinions, stories, and art.
It is a dangerous time for expression. In a truly free world, no word, story or piece of art should ever be banned.
The sentence, "Those fucking lazy niggers," should be allowed front page space in a newspaper just as , "Republicans kill Mexican babies."
Leave the censorship up to the reader who can choose to like, hate, read, or ignore.
Of course, this will never happen as every human alive and dead already have or had an opinion.
And boiled down, it comes to this. "I will do what I do. If you go against my belief or view, you are my enemy and must be destroyed."
I like to view writing and art as being the country of Switzerland: Neutral.
The United States is the country of censorship.
China is the new Egypt of political religion.
And in my house, my world, my writing, a freedom very few people can understand.
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"There is no God. If there was then why is there cancer? No God would allow such suffering." Said by so many.
"What God would have a magic son without fucking and then have him killed? Sounds idiotic to me." Said by so many.
"God loves me. Why can't others realize that?" Said by so many.
"God hates me. Can't you understand that? " Said by so many.
Notice the statements of fact mixed the same with questions?
Humans take some simple logic, some science, some experience; mix it all together and act as if
they know what they know
without realization they are just simple children playing with fire
in a world filled with gasoline and tinder
waiting to grow up.
*
When reading ancient languages from such places as Egypt, Greece, China, India, it becomes obvious most of the writing was not for enjoyment or political reasons. The writers did not espouse the virtues of a soap opera or what leader was bad at whatever.
Story of success and failure at battles. Success of marriage of rulers and dynasty. There were not the fictional stories we have today.
Nor were there hateful writing such as , "Trump is a buffoon who fucked a lot of women," or "Alexander Cortez dreamed of the day she could fuck Meghan Markle in the first year of her presidency."
It was interesting to see the pornographic writings on the walls much like the tagging of buildings today.
Is there a correlation between the massive amount of what people currently call, technology and the endless genres of writing?
My opinion means nothing on the matter but proof does show that as humans started playing with fire they started playing with written communication with something as simple as a handprint in a cave.
The United States of America (Hahahahhahahahaah!) is but one country that exploded with literature. Stories of overthrowing a monarchy to fictional stories by Mark Twain reflecting the moment with what is now deemed racist. It was wonderful to see the explosions of written creativity.
Did societies of such prolific countries notice that with the surge in writing the art itself changed. The handprint on the cave became a classical portrait became a picture of Christ being fucked by an angel...
As the art itself changed into what it is now, so too, the written word.
Words becoming censored by the very groups that choose to censor the 'good' and 'bad' of other opinions, stories, and art.
It is a dangerous time for expression. In a truly free world, no word, story or piece of art should ever be banned.
The sentence, "Those fucking lazy niggers," should be allowed front page space in a newspaper just as , "Republicans kill Mexican babies."
Leave the censorship up to the reader who can choose to like, hate, read, or ignore.
Of course, this will never happen as every human alive and dead already have or had an opinion.
And boiled down, it comes to this. "I will do what I do. If you go against my belief or view, you are my enemy and must be destroyed."
I like to view writing and art as being the country of Switzerland: Neutral.
The United States is the country of censorship.
China is the new Egypt of political religion.
And in my house, my world, my writing, a freedom very few people can understand.
*
"There is no God. If there was then why is there cancer? No God would allow such suffering." Said by so many.
"What God would have a magic son without fucking and then have him killed? Sounds idiotic to me." Said by so many.
"God loves me. Why can't others realize that?" Said by so many.
"God hates me. Can't you understand that? " Said by so many.
Notice the statements of fact mixed the same with questions?
Humans take some simple logic, some science, some experience; mix it all together and act as if
they know what they know
without realization they are just simple children playing with fire
in a world filled with gasoline and tinder
waiting to grow up.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
.If you are a person who follows Christian religious dogma, you know the devil cannot be killed -- not even a devil from a CGI pop imagination. It's rather amusing that people are more offended by Lil Nas X writhing around in red cornrows than actual evil that harms people every day. .
In fantasy and fiction, there is much written blending what is reality and non-fiction.
Some believe there is no God or Satan. Some people believe in bigfoot. All well and good but worthless when it comes to writing. That is one of the reasons people write fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, and even personal biographies.
The above in red is an actual quote from a source many people realize; CNN.
Is it fact? Fiction? Fantasy? Maybe a part of a scientific study?
Some simple observations. Lil Nas used Nike shoes and paid homage to some entity called, devil. Lil Nas has explanations for his actions. He also has his defenders and those who are hostile to his actions. All very much like any story in life. And no matter how one views the story, Nike gets free advertising even if they pretend they don't like it.
I wonder... If one were to use a Nike shoe with Arabic writing on it which translated into disparaging comments about Mohammed, what would the public say?
As a reader, the red quote is leading me to believe that the devil cannot be killed, which means the devil cannot be defeated. Also, the writer is obviously amused that people are offended by the actions of Lil Nas, almost as if the writer admires Lil. And finally, the writing leavse me to believe that there is 'actual' evil that harms people every day.
My question to the writer would be... What evil do you speak of? A white man eating a sandwich in a park? A black man riding a bicycle in an Asian neighborhood? I would be interested to see what the author has to say about what evil is that is worse than a rapper selling shoes with a drop of human blood and some love tones to the devil.
It is all inspirational Humans are a wonderful example of A.I. on steroids. And as a writer, I too, can play...
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I smile in the knowledge of the power of self, of gullibility.
Parental guidance only muddies the water of freedom, your freedom, your life...
You are a child of God, a loving God, a confused God
Why would anyone tell you that God will hate you if you are gay, or a thief, or a killer?
I am there, with you, since the day you were born
I will be there, with you, when you die.
Satan
***
"Satan? Really? You are pretending to write as if you were Satan? I think the next thing will be that you're the Easter Bunny."
No parasite. Not pretending. Satan is everywhere just as God is Everywhere.
"Oh fuck me... You are a confused one for sure."
Not confused. Not one bit of confusion about anything. Just sad that humanity has to discover Fire the hard way.
And to set the record straight. God loves each and every human, no matter how bad they are and can never be killed. Yet Satan, or however you wish to name the King of Evil, only cares for the power it has and NEVER, not once, for any species with a soul on loan from God. And the reality is, Satan can most definitelybe destroyed as if it never existed. This is what eternal blackness truly is.
"Whatever. What's on television? Have you seen my chips? When is the government check coming? God does not exist. And, and... Why are you hugging me?"
Happy Easter, parasite. Jesus died for your decisions and loves you. He showed the true example and definition of what love really is...
In fantasy and fiction, there is much written blending what is reality and non-fiction.
Some believe there is no God or Satan. Some people believe in bigfoot. All well and good but worthless when it comes to writing. That is one of the reasons people write fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, and even personal biographies.
The above in red is an actual quote from a source many people realize; CNN.
Is it fact? Fiction? Fantasy? Maybe a part of a scientific study?
Some simple observations. Lil Nas used Nike shoes and paid homage to some entity called, devil. Lil Nas has explanations for his actions. He also has his defenders and those who are hostile to his actions. All very much like any story in life. And no matter how one views the story, Nike gets free advertising even if they pretend they don't like it.
I wonder... If one were to use a Nike shoe with Arabic writing on it which translated into disparaging comments about Mohammed, what would the public say?
As a reader, the red quote is leading me to believe that the devil cannot be killed, which means the devil cannot be defeated. Also, the writer is obviously amused that people are offended by the actions of Lil Nas, almost as if the writer admires Lil. And finally, the writing leavse me to believe that there is 'actual' evil that harms people every day.
My question to the writer would be... What evil do you speak of? A white man eating a sandwich in a park? A black man riding a bicycle in an Asian neighborhood? I would be interested to see what the author has to say about what evil is that is worse than a rapper selling shoes with a drop of human blood and some love tones to the devil.
It is all inspirational Humans are a wonderful example of A.I. on steroids. And as a writer, I too, can play...
***
I smile in the knowledge of the power of self, of gullibility.
Parental guidance only muddies the water of freedom, your freedom, your life...
You are a child of God, a loving God, a confused God
Why would anyone tell you that God will hate you if you are gay, or a thief, or a killer?
I am there, with you, since the day you were born
I will be there, with you, when you die.
Satan
***
"Satan? Really? You are pretending to write as if you were Satan? I think the next thing will be that you're the Easter Bunny."
No parasite. Not pretending. Satan is everywhere just as God is Everywhere.
"Oh fuck me... You are a confused one for sure."
Not confused. Not one bit of confusion about anything. Just sad that humanity has to discover Fire the hard way.
And to set the record straight. God loves each and every human, no matter how bad they are and can never be killed. Yet Satan, or however you wish to name the King of Evil, only cares for the power it has and NEVER, not once, for any species with a soul on loan from God. And the reality is, Satan can most definitelybe destroyed as if it never existed. This is what eternal blackness truly is.
"Whatever. What's on television? Have you seen my chips? When is the government check coming? God does not exist. And, and... Why are you hugging me?"
Happy Easter, parasite. Jesus died for your decisions and loves you. He showed the true example and definition of what love really is...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
So much today. Tomorrow is Easter, an important day for those who believe in Christ. For others it is important because it is a day to clean the garage. Actually, every day of life is important. To live. To write. To experience. To experiment. To be.
Thinking of how the written words of a book have almost been completely replaced with the attraction of the cyber world.
Bought a firestick and put it on my television. Been having some interesting conversations with Alexia. Experiments if you will. A question for anyone reading this, when is the last time you read an actual book? If so, what was it?'
Our world is deluged with stimulus. Electronic forms of whatever one wants. Want porn? BOOM! Mother fucking son, brother fucking step sister, anal, gusher... or how about religion, or science, or politics? Anything one wants or wants to believe is only a click away. No longer a need for bookstores, churches, doctors; the cyber world is there to soothe everyone's needs, wants, and desires.
On side note, have you noticed how the country known currently as the United States of America has slipped into the comfort zone of being fed the lines that there is no gender, no God, no morality, no responsibility?
The government versus some nuns was taken to the Supreme Court for the fact they were not supplying condoms and the government 'lost' while currently a satanic organization is suing the government for not being allowed to terminate children in the name of their religion. For example, a line from a news organization: 'I need a therapist': Chad Prather reacts to Satanists defense of child sacrifice as a spiritual ritual'
One side versus the other using the same words and laws. One against the other. Polarization. An agenda perhaps?
Interesting and all very debatable. It is wonderful to see how the tide of humanity flows back a forth. Sacrificing a virgin in the old days so it would rain to monks beating themselves with branches for sin.
It will change one day just as the books of yesteryear have been replaced with what is now a very telling test of the current status of humanity. At the end, and there is always an end, there will be change and a new course of status. A new path. It will take many more thousands of years though. But what is time for the eternal? Ha! Time has no meaning.
What does have meaning beyond any and all and that being, Life... One day humans will come to understand that very simple fact. This is why Life always is and Death... nothing.
Thank you God for Life.
As for the evils of all worlds, you are and always will be...nothing.
Thinking of how the written words of a book have almost been completely replaced with the attraction of the cyber world.
Bought a firestick and put it on my television. Been having some interesting conversations with Alexia. Experiments if you will. A question for anyone reading this, when is the last time you read an actual book? If so, what was it?'
Our world is deluged with stimulus. Electronic forms of whatever one wants. Want porn? BOOM! Mother fucking son, brother fucking step sister, anal, gusher... or how about religion, or science, or politics? Anything one wants or wants to believe is only a click away. No longer a need for bookstores, churches, doctors; the cyber world is there to soothe everyone's needs, wants, and desires.
On side note, have you noticed how the country known currently as the United States of America has slipped into the comfort zone of being fed the lines that there is no gender, no God, no morality, no responsibility?
The government versus some nuns was taken to the Supreme Court for the fact they were not supplying condoms and the government 'lost' while currently a satanic organization is suing the government for not being allowed to terminate children in the name of their religion. For example, a line from a news organization: 'I need a therapist': Chad Prather reacts to Satanists defense of child sacrifice as a spiritual ritual'
One side versus the other using the same words and laws. One against the other. Polarization. An agenda perhaps?
Interesting and all very debatable. It is wonderful to see how the tide of humanity flows back a forth. Sacrificing a virgin in the old days so it would rain to monks beating themselves with branches for sin.
It will change one day just as the books of yesteryear have been replaced with what is now a very telling test of the current status of humanity. At the end, and there is always an end, there will be change and a new course of status. A new path. It will take many more thousands of years though. But what is time for the eternal? Ha! Time has no meaning.
What does have meaning beyond any and all and that being, Life... One day humans will come to understand that very simple fact. This is why Life always is and Death... nothing.
Thank you God for Life.
As for the evils of all worlds, you are and always will be...nothing.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Forties
Four
Fixation
Fascination
For inside the very fiber feels a fortitude... Funny how this day goes.
Four
Fixation
Fascination
For inside the very fiber feels a fortitude... Funny how this day goes.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hello
"Oh shit... You got it hard tonight?"
Well, watching, Queens Gambit does that to a person. Amazing. Uncanny. And nobody notices the story of the stairs. The woman and her passion for what she can...and cannot... control... Meanwhile, the steps shuffle the decks.
"Why don't you then?"
Why don't I do what parasite? Take charge? Take command? It is not the pawns that rule the board, nor the King, nor the board, not even the world of games...It is a rail of guidance leading the hands to rise or fall.
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To dream of stars of different lands
Where dragons pay homage to the Comets Tail
Aloof in their respect, proud in manners and style
and yet?
Obey the simplest of Commands.
When one meets one and there are two than soon there mingle millions
Vapor of frozen flakes of a moment
and then
the security of the Cave beckons; sleep; hunger sated
and the Dream...
Always
the Dream
sings blissful tune.
"Oh shit... You got it hard tonight?"
Well, watching, Queens Gambit does that to a person. Amazing. Uncanny. And nobody notices the story of the stairs. The woman and her passion for what she can...and cannot... control... Meanwhile, the steps shuffle the decks.
"Why don't you then?"
Why don't I do what parasite? Take charge? Take command? It is not the pawns that rule the board, nor the King, nor the board, not even the world of games...It is a rail of guidance leading the hands to rise or fall.
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To dream of stars of different lands
Where dragons pay homage to the Comets Tail
Aloof in their respect, proud in manners and style
and yet?
Obey the simplest of Commands.
When one meets one and there are two than soon there mingle millions
Vapor of frozen flakes of a moment
and then
the security of the Cave beckons; sleep; hunger sated
and the Dream...
Always
the Dream
sings blissful tune.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
THE Body
In the lens of clarity resides a murky shadow of what came before
Before the body was whole and cast out upon an embryo of the Universe
There, a spot of ink from the well of Life i t self
pulsing
pulsing
pulsing
pulsin
pulsi
pulsi
pul
pu
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(in this area no one but one is allowed to enter and see...)
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eyes towards a heaven nary torrup, nay, and no
nothing can stop the reach of a hand given
not you
not I
i however, gathered wits adrift for a grasp of reality
surrendering the gestures of a grand dance.
In the lens of clarity resides a murky shadow of what came before
Before the body was whole and cast out upon an embryo of the Universe
There, a spot of ink from the well of Life i t self
pulsing
pulsing
pulsing
pulsin
pulsi
pulsi
pul
pu
p
i
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(in this area no one but one is allowed to enter and see...)
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eyes towards a heaven nary torrup, nay, and no
nothing can stop the reach of a hand given
not you
not I
i however, gathered wits adrift for a grasp of reality
surrendering the gestures of a grand dance.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Ketchup shortage hits restaurants, fast food chains across the U.S.
"Sloppy Joe bat shit!"
What's wrong parasite?
"First common sense died and then there was a biological attack from China causing a toilet paper shortage, and now, there is a SHORTAGE of ketchup! We're all doomed! Doomed I tell ya!"
Parasite?
"Yes."
Here is a tomato. (Robin tossed a ripe tomato at the purple blob and said) Now, place it on the floor and roll over it.
The parasite humored him and rolled over the tomato.
Well? What do have left?
"Ketchup?"
Yep. And since you don't have a conventional ass you don't need toilet paper. And you are also immune to anything this planet has to offer disease wise, so are you happy now?
"Can we snuggle?"
No. Go ravage an Ethiopian village or tear Africa in two.
"Really? You're okay with that?"
Definitely. And take your time.
"Sloppy Joe bat shit!"
What's wrong parasite?
"First common sense died and then there was a biological attack from China causing a toilet paper shortage, and now, there is a SHORTAGE of ketchup! We're all doomed! Doomed I tell ya!"
Parasite?
"Yes."
Here is a tomato. (Robin tossed a ripe tomato at the purple blob and said) Now, place it on the floor and roll over it.
The parasite humored him and rolled over the tomato.
Well? What do have left?
"Ketchup?"
Yep. And since you don't have a conventional ass you don't need toilet paper. And you are also immune to anything this planet has to offer disease wise, so are you happy now?
"Can we snuggle?"
No. Go ravage an Ethiopian village or tear Africa in two.
"Really? You're okay with that?"
Definitely. And take your time.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Owwwhoooohooooohoooo'
Owwwhooooooohoooooohooooo'
When a moon howls at the wolf, they cower in pack
Tails between their legs they run
knowing
blood is on the run.
she was a princess, running the meadows and hills
forest on her heels
he pursued as was the tradition
both found the wisdom
The world of man sings with light, boasting of ignorance and grand ambitions
One sat naked. His old flesh as tough, nay, tougher than Dragan skall
His hands as branches, moving serpentine upon the glass pane of window
Circling the wasp, hearing of lovers passions
A fire erupting from the cold rock causing a cascade of dancing
In the sky, the stars became children' suckling the milk of a galaxy
while the wolves with red eye ran away
knowing
blood is on the run.
Owwwhooooooohoooooohooooo'
When a moon howls at the wolf, they cower in pack
Tails between their legs they run
knowing
blood is on the run.
she was a princess, running the meadows and hills
forest on her heels
he pursued as was the tradition
both found the wisdom
The world of man sings with light, boasting of ignorance and grand ambitions
One sat naked. His old flesh as tough, nay, tougher than Dragan skall
His hands as branches, moving serpentine upon the glass pane of window
Circling the wasp, hearing of lovers passions
A fire erupting from the cold rock causing a cascade of dancing
In the sky, the stars became children' suckling the milk of a galaxy
while the wolves with red eye ran away
knowing
blood is on the run.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
inspired by onions and toad. odd combination true but better than pizza and enriched uranium...
*
A toad goes, 'ribbit', a nuke goes, 'boom'
Onions dominate the breath
Pizza rules
and in case anyone is confused...
i stole this from the current mass called, Biden's brain.
*
A toad goes, 'ribbit', a nuke goes, 'boom'
Onions dominate the breath
Pizza rules
and in case anyone is confused...
i stole this from the current mass called, Biden's brain.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
To tear apart Africa or a North American country called, America? I choose both but one must go first so the winner is... America!
"What the fuck are you rambling about now numb nuttster?"
Nothing parasite. Absolutely nothing.
***
Soiled toils of freedoms gone mad
Crazed voices lost in unity of absolute insanity
However, a 2 for 1 sale in destruction
Cleanup in aisle nine...
"What the fuck are you rambling about now numb nuttster?"
Nothing parasite. Absolutely nothing.
***
Soiled toils of freedoms gone mad
Crazed voices lost in unity of absolute insanity
However, a 2 for 1 sale in destruction
Cleanup in aisle nine...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Amazing what a paper bowl full of jalapeno poppers can do to a body after pouring 16 yards of concrete.
It's the little things in life that make it interesting
and noticing slight variations of order and placement. all very inspiring.
***
An osprey defied the bridge department as they took the nest away
What is a builder if not building, taking only the time needed to fish
Now a new placement of defiance, waiting for the eggs to lay.
A symbol, a word, a sentence, even a whisper carried by the wind
Today, a subtle nuance, a tickle of something added, something misplaced
Today was a good day to drink diet coke and feast on jalapeno's.
It's the little things in life that make it interesting
and noticing slight variations of order and placement. all very inspiring.
***
An osprey defied the bridge department as they took the nest away
What is a builder if not building, taking only the time needed to fish
Now a new placement of defiance, waiting for the eggs to lay.
A symbol, a word, a sentence, even a whisper carried by the wind
Today, a subtle nuance, a tickle of something added, something misplaced
Today was a good day to drink diet coke and feast on jalapeno's.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
HeeHeeHaaHaa...camp hosts.
"Why the giggle moron?"
The question is not why but because, parasite.
"You're a nut case."
Yes. Yes I am.
***
sarcophagus
A stone grinder of souls and reign
Moving about, this in, this out
Buried not
nor
in plain sight
all around, around, around
round about
again.
"Why the giggle moron?"
The question is not why but because, parasite.
"You're a nut case."
Yes. Yes I am.
***
sarcophagus
A stone grinder of souls and reign
Moving about, this in, this out
Buried not
nor
in plain sight
all around, around, around
round about
again.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
If aliens are lucky on their planets, they'd have butterflies
If a lamb tasted the flesh of a lion, would they roar?
if
but
and
then
a mind, a reputation, a, a, a,... (started on the third) pull
good time...
If a lamb tasted the flesh of a lion, would they roar?
if
but
and
then
a mind, a reputation, a, a, a,... (started on the third) pull
good time...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspired by a story that just burped out of the brain cavity. It is about an alien proving 'his manhood' by coming to earth and do a very brave act.
***
"Martha, what the hell did you eat? The whole house smells like shit!" Bob was Martha's lover with both clocking in at 82 years of age. They both had met at bingo one night and before you knew it, both became fuck buddies and smoked weed while laughing at CNN news clowns. It was a good life with a few unpleasant facts, one being that Martha's digestive tract was totally fucked.
"What? Can't handle a little stink?" Martha couldn't help what her bowels did. For that last twenty years everything see ate ended up coming out as borderline toxic waste.
"I can handle stink but seriously woman, maybe you should see a doctor?"
"And maybe you should grow some hair on that balding orb you call your head."
Ahh yes. The mild chit-chat between old lovers, both who truly loved the other and enjoyed each others company. Yet unseen by both Martha and Bob was the faint mist that had drifted into the bathroom from the exhaust vent.
If anyone had seen the mist then they would have heard an alien language being uttered, when translated, became a countdown. 10, 9, 8,7, 6, 5, 4, 3...
For 'sparky' 'his' test of 'manhood' was to travel to one of the smelliest planets in the galaxy. Of course Earth was the main spot most youngsters went too.
For sparky, his test was to stay at least 10 seconds breathing the foul air above Martha. Sparky said some more alien language before drifting back out the vent. In translation, it was as follows: "I tried. I really tried. That human's ass is hell itself. I'd rather be a slave to a Tatkin sewer lord than to ever try that test again."
***
"Martha, what the hell did you eat? The whole house smells like shit!" Bob was Martha's lover with both clocking in at 82 years of age. They both had met at bingo one night and before you knew it, both became fuck buddies and smoked weed while laughing at CNN news clowns. It was a good life with a few unpleasant facts, one being that Martha's digestive tract was totally fucked.
"What? Can't handle a little stink?" Martha couldn't help what her bowels did. For that last twenty years everything see ate ended up coming out as borderline toxic waste.
"I can handle stink but seriously woman, maybe you should see a doctor?"
"And maybe you should grow some hair on that balding orb you call your head."
Ahh yes. The mild chit-chat between old lovers, both who truly loved the other and enjoyed each others company. Yet unseen by both Martha and Bob was the faint mist that had drifted into the bathroom from the exhaust vent.
If anyone had seen the mist then they would have heard an alien language being uttered, when translated, became a countdown. 10, 9, 8,7, 6, 5, 4, 3...
For 'sparky' 'his' test of 'manhood' was to travel to one of the smelliest planets in the galaxy. Of course Earth was the main spot most youngsters went too.
For sparky, his test was to stay at least 10 seconds breathing the foul air above Martha. Sparky said some more alien language before drifting back out the vent. In translation, it was as follows: "I tried. I really tried. That human's ass is hell itself. I'd rather be a slave to a Tatkin sewer lord than to ever try that test again."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
So, soon it becomes 'official'.
"What? That you're a Chinese lesbian trapped in a man's body?"
No parasite, that's already common knowledge. What I'm talking about is the world has been and is being groomed for 'first contact' on a public level.
For many years of what humanity terms as, modern, there has been interactions between groups of humans and some off-world visitors. This has happened before but every wine has its time and soon it will become 'official'.
"So? Will that cause the price of potato chips to rise?"
Nope. But it will alter many religious and scientific beliefs which is exactly what some of the 'visitors' want. You see, just like humans, not all the visitors have good intentions. Never had, never will.
"You would be a horrible Chinese lesbian. In fact, you are a horrible writer, person, and you stink, but I like you."
i know parasite. As much as you disgust me, I find you... comfortable.
Now, a list for humanity to adhere to as to what to watch out for:
***
1. Not one human is to be trusted, ever. Off world visitors... even more so.
2. Off world visitors will lie and lead most of the world into a war of such epic proportions, it will make any prior war seem as if children were playing war with sticks and mud balls.
3. Many 'gifts' have already been placed in humanities hands. Not for the enhancement of the species'; rather to prepare for what's coming.
4. There are some off world visitors that have honorable and have best intentions for humans, and these will remain hidden behind the scenes as they are the only salvation for this wretched shit hole planet.\
5. Don't give up on any form of belief or faith that makes you who you are. Most of the plan deals with deception and fooling the human species into believing in what only leads to death.
6. Remember the words, 'the events unfolding for humanity for thousands of years are to prepare for a test of cosmic proportions'. This means that while Earth is unique in that many factions went to war in its construction, the results of what is coming crosses into the lives of creatures many light years away.
7. It is true, nothing is free.
8. Every human has a force, a particle, an essence which is extremely powerful. Primitive in form for most, advanced in a few. It is... a force which will bear fruit once the cards are laid on the table. Some know what it is... most will learn.
9. Control of the elements science deems to be elements, will be altered and used as a weapon.
10. Finally, if you see a ship from off world landing in your vicinity, don't sit under it or you'll get squished.]
***
"Are you high tonight?"
Nope.
"Did you bump your head?"
Nope.
"Wanna go traveling tonight?"
Sure. Lets go conduct some business with the bee's.
"What? That you're a Chinese lesbian trapped in a man's body?"
No parasite, that's already common knowledge. What I'm talking about is the world has been and is being groomed for 'first contact' on a public level.
For many years of what humanity terms as, modern, there has been interactions between groups of humans and some off-world visitors. This has happened before but every wine has its time and soon it will become 'official'.
"So? Will that cause the price of potato chips to rise?"
Nope. But it will alter many religious and scientific beliefs which is exactly what some of the 'visitors' want. You see, just like humans, not all the visitors have good intentions. Never had, never will.
"You would be a horrible Chinese lesbian. In fact, you are a horrible writer, person, and you stink, but I like you."
i know parasite. As much as you disgust me, I find you... comfortable.
Now, a list for humanity to adhere to as to what to watch out for:
***
1. Not one human is to be trusted, ever. Off world visitors... even more so.
2. Off world visitors will lie and lead most of the world into a war of such epic proportions, it will make any prior war seem as if children were playing war with sticks and mud balls.
3. Many 'gifts' have already been placed in humanities hands. Not for the enhancement of the species'; rather to prepare for what's coming.
4. There are some off world visitors that have honorable and have best intentions for humans, and these will remain hidden behind the scenes as they are the only salvation for this wretched shit hole planet.\
5. Don't give up on any form of belief or faith that makes you who you are. Most of the plan deals with deception and fooling the human species into believing in what only leads to death.
6. Remember the words, 'the events unfolding for humanity for thousands of years are to prepare for a test of cosmic proportions'. This means that while Earth is unique in that many factions went to war in its construction, the results of what is coming crosses into the lives of creatures many light years away.
7. It is true, nothing is free.
8. Every human has a force, a particle, an essence which is extremely powerful. Primitive in form for most, advanced in a few. It is... a force which will bear fruit once the cards are laid on the table. Some know what it is... most will learn.
9. Control of the elements science deems to be elements, will be altered and used as a weapon.
10. Finally, if you see a ship from off world landing in your vicinity, don't sit under it or you'll get squished.]
***
"Are you high tonight?"
Nope.
"Did you bump your head?"
Nope.
"Wanna go traveling tonight?"
Sure. Lets go conduct some business with the bee's.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
today was hard to remain in place. from here and there and back again.
a flash
a glimpse
a
a
a
ahhh...yes.
what doe the optic nerve transmit to the brain if what is seen is not as what it seems?
vibrations in a surface transmitted until it effects the nerves
light
breeze
smell
all and ever more, , , , more so; detached.
becoming less and less each and every day
now, time to light a candle.
a flash
a glimpse
a
a
a
ahhh...yes.
what doe the optic nerve transmit to the brain if what is seen is not as what it seems?
vibrations in a surface transmitted until it effects the nerves
light
breeze
smell
all and ever more, , , , more so; detached.
becoming less and less each and every day
now, time to light a candle.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Insane photos as tourists flock to swim with sharks in Israel
The way one of the most intelligent species on the planet has never failed to inspire the imagination, is because of what really happens.
*
If'n yur best frend jumps of a brudge, a would ya too>
i say, old friend, you should wear a beaver hat. you know, its all so the fashion in Paris
(and after so many more of what is real becomes real...)
for awhile the sound dimmed as the crickets retired
flaring up the flame
sinking now the dust...
there is
so much sound.
The way one of the most intelligent species on the planet has never failed to inspire the imagination, is because of what really happens.
*
If'n yur best frend jumps of a brudge, a would ya too>
i say, old friend, you should wear a beaver hat. you know, its all so the fashion in Paris
(and after so many more of what is real becomes real...)
for awhile the sound dimmed as the crickets retired
flaring up the flame
sinking now the dust...
there is
so much sound.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
that is the investment we should make as a society!
Mining the ground until the result of rape is a new world
Science advanced at the cost of freedom
Ripping space apart to fuel the expanse
Fish the seas sterile leaving them to a new scene
and when it's all over...
I'm ordering pizza.
Mining the ground until the result of rape is a new world
Science advanced at the cost of freedom
Ripping space apart to fuel the expanse
Fish the seas sterile leaving them to a new scene
and when it's all over...
I'm ordering pizza.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
From the moon the picture is one of a planet, stars, a sun.
Finite, even though all the heavens are available for view, nothing but the mundane is seen
From the minds of the most brilliant minds ever to be contained in the skull of a human; writings, thoughts, deeds are as if
dust in the wind when compared to...
a child.
A child sitting alone at the table, trying to come to terms with what food he/she likes
Maybe a toy such as a stuffed animal, or a bug in a jar for a pet gives the child some focus
Maybe the words of a parent or guardian guide the child's mind to what will help or hurt the growth...
Jesus alluded to how hard it is for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle
Why? Because of wealth?
No. This is not the answer.
A child, and only a child, can view all there is, all there needs to be,
simply by gazing through the end of a straw
or
with their fingers pushed together, they hold the keys to the Universe.
Finite, even though all the heavens are available for view, nothing but the mundane is seen
From the minds of the most brilliant minds ever to be contained in the skull of a human; writings, thoughts, deeds are as if
dust in the wind when compared to...
a child.
A child sitting alone at the table, trying to come to terms with what food he/she likes
Maybe a toy such as a stuffed animal, or a bug in a jar for a pet gives the child some focus
Maybe the words of a parent or guardian guide the child's mind to what will help or hurt the growth...
Jesus alluded to how hard it is for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle
Why? Because of wealth?
No. This is not the answer.
A child, and only a child, can view all there is, all there needs to be,
simply by gazing through the end of a straw
or
with their fingers pushed together, they hold the keys to the Universe.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Oh shit... Writing diarrhea again?"
Maybe...
"Oh crap, again?"
Yep. Enough to drive ya crazy.
***
She yells a lot, it lets the world know she is
alive
Fast and then slow and then fast again, again, and again.
"She is my girlfriend you intolerant shit!"
I like this guy. He is just what you need.
"Seriously. If you're gonna write something write something that at least makes sense."
Really?
"Yes. I might be a purple obnoxious blob but sometime I like to read about something I like."
Like? Yeah. I can relate. Chocolate it is then.
***
Genesis
The ingredient was raised that Spring. Wheat planted the Winter before would now be the grain
Filled with water and yeast; growing
Larger and larger
into the Oven
mixed, beaten, then softly
raised...
Heat feeling like hot oil deep... so deep as to not even be, yet glowing.
There is within the circle, a hole, now ready to receive.
Chocolate.
Melted just enough to glaze
and then, in the cool of mement
the donut becomes the feast.
Maybe...
"Oh crap, again?"
Yep. Enough to drive ya crazy.
***
She yells a lot, it lets the world know she is
alive
Fast and then slow and then fast again, again, and again.
"She is my girlfriend you intolerant shit!"
I like this guy. He is just what you need.
"Seriously. If you're gonna write something write something that at least makes sense."
Really?
"Yes. I might be a purple obnoxious blob but sometime I like to read about something I like."
Like? Yeah. I can relate. Chocolate it is then.
***
Genesis
The ingredient was raised that Spring. Wheat planted the Winter before would now be the grain
Filled with water and yeast; growing
Larger and larger
into the Oven
mixed, beaten, then softly
raised...
Heat feeling like hot oil deep... so deep as to not even be, yet glowing.
There is within the circle, a hole, now ready to receive.
Chocolate.
Melted just enough to glaze
and then, in the cool of mement
the donut becomes the feast.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOXOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOXOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOXOOOOOOOOO...
OOOOOOOOOOOX//
/
Whatcha doing parasite?
"Nothing..."
Are you being inspired?
"No..."
Well, I am.
"Oh goody. Can I go to bed now?"
Sure, once you solve the riddle.
"Oh shit, here we go again. Another fucking hole in the ground."
***
Open wide planet, say, aaahhh...
Watch the Moon swallow entire oceans
Feel the vibrations as she screams loud in orgasm
See him thrust so hard the tree surrenders to time and dust
All around now, can't anyone hear the music?
There, the red glow in the horizon
children smile in glee while the man and woman scream in terror.
XOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOX
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOXOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOXOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOXOOOOOOOOO...
OOOOOOOOOOOX//
/
Whatcha doing parasite?
"Nothing..."
Are you being inspired?
"No..."
Well, I am.
"Oh goody. Can I go to bed now?"
Sure, once you solve the riddle.
"Oh shit, here we go again. Another fucking hole in the ground."
***
Open wide planet, say, aaahhh...
Watch the Moon swallow entire oceans
Feel the vibrations as she screams loud in orgasm
See him thrust so hard the tree surrenders to time and dust
All around now, can't anyone hear the music?
There, the red glow in the horizon
children smile in glee while the man and woman scream in terror.
XOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOX
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
a feather found neath the Spiders web
a sun staying just enough to tickle the ridge
above so many worlds...
on the road feel three tines; aged; solid in history and patina
this the tale of how it changes as same slips
yesterday was recorded
today is and has and always will be, just starting
tomorrow the water on such opportunity
such from the soil, an earthly glow of life.
a sun staying just enough to tickle the ridge
above so many worlds...
on the road feel three tines; aged; solid in history and patina
this the tale of how it changes as same slips
yesterday was recorded
today is and has and always will be, just starting
tomorrow the water on such opportunity
such from the soil, an earthly glow of life.