Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

easy to talk about the injustice ways of a world lost in strange
hard to talk about the life imparted in metal
*

A Rod

Cold forged or hot rolled; scale cooling as the molecules are rearranged

Left alone it rusts back into natural elements

Used the advantages are felt through the oil

~

Hands hold the key to life, just ask any God or deity

A steel rod can be made to create, sing and be

A stone can teach

~

And while humanity lament and speaks in anger

there is a living Wind

inside so many of what people think is lifeless; immobile; impossible; improbable

Such is the definition of irony.

[Lipinski]

To set the mantle, a candle glows away the night

Of course, more and more these days, the young people do not ask for help

nor should they or anything in name...

(90)
...a..a...choo!


"Oh my... Get a day off and you're reduced to drool."

Yep. And the fishing, while a bit slow in bite, was fantastic!
***

You might wonder what happened to Tucker Tom that night in a pond swamp known as, Louisiana. It was a night to be remembered what with the removal of Tucker's left leg by a mighty large gator

But why would you wonder? You've never heard of Tucker Tom, or the fact his left leg was chewed of by a large alligator.

If one were to wonder. To think really, really,really hard about that question... Voila'! You already have!

"Uh, I take the answer to be yes, to a question never asked?"

Parasite?

"Yes?"

Oh, you have no idea parasite... no idea at all.

[Lipinski]

Bach tunes the tones on so many levels
but what about on a moon
Mars
or so the many far off stars?

It could be, i suppose, to feel the resonance bounce across a mind lost in sound...

But then,
what about a stone located alone buried deep under the crust, what happens when it too
sings?

or a dead tree on the edge of a cliff that many think life has forgotten?

Such a day as today, one must also need to wear ear plugs, close the eyes and mind....
except...
that is what humans do, never the flickering tongue of a snake, or the legs of a cricket, or the whispers of a sweet, ever so sweet,
wind.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite. Wanna have some fun tonight?

"What, you want to have sexual intercourse or suck on one of my purple appendages?"

Naw. That's nasty. I'm talking about some good, clean fun.

"Pizza? Chocolate? Baby penguins?"

No. Well. Maybe after we do something waaaay more fun.

"More fun than baby penguins?

Definitely!

"Okay. I'm glutton for pain. What are we going to do?"

We're going to visit every head leader in every county tonight.

"Wait. You're nuts. Are you high?"

Definitely! (definitely is definitely a fun word tonight)

"How, and if I might add, are we going to visit every world leader. And most importantly, why?"

Why not. I've got something great in mind to impart. Some will like it, most will fear it, and a few will die.

[Lipinski]

"Well, that was interesting. Was Putin really dreaming about wearing a pink dress while pretending to be a tourist at the Kremlin?"

Yep.

"And Hillary, she has no soul?"

Nope.

"What's with Trump having an identical twin. Does anyone else know about this?"

Nope. Not even Trump knows. Amazing what a replicator can do.
***

There is no coincidence when it comes to trading winds
Take away the West and you have the East
Stop the North and the South will blister you
Bring the calm
Embrace the hurricane
and never
not once
trust a human being.

"Can we travel again tonight?"

Where do you want to go parasite?

"Pizza Hut?"

Boring. How about stranding a pod of whales on a beach and then we can eat some fresh brains.

"That's sick... Disgusting and sounding a bit mental...I like it. Can I bring a porpoise?"

Sure, and bring a healthy appetite.

[Lipinski]

I think Cheeto's should be among the top ten in some kind of government food group.

"Me too!"

Speaking of which, parasite, did you abscond with my cheese doodles?

(munch, crunch, munch...) "Uh, No. This is some dog food that one of the corgi's left in their bowl."

Corgi's NEVER leave dog food in their bowls. That's Cheeto's you're...Wait a minute, that looks like mouse poison. Parasite, why are you eating mouse poison?

"Is that what this green shit is? Tastes like almonds. Oh well, want some?"

No. Enjoy yourself. I've got a poem to write.
*

After Work

Written by: successfully tired.

It feels good to be tired
Tired of politics
Tired of games people play

Keeping the mind in shape with challenge every minute of every working day
Putting to task the examples of past to create something new and beneficial
This is what a body needs

And when the day is done, with wind blowing, clouds singing, dogs running to greet
To relax and unwind
Gorge on good food
Watch a little tv
Play with some writing
Good work makes for a good day.

[Lipinski]

When scaled down and living on this shit planet, it becomes easy to get annoyed with the stupidity of humans.
Abortion.
War.
Hate.
Politics.
Stupidity.
Ignorance...

Of course there are some moments of reprieve such as when opening a new bag of potato chips or munching on Swedish milk chocolate. But mostly, living on this planet sucks UNTIL remembering...

There is much more to this Universe than Shit Hole planet Earth. So very, very much more.

As such, it is inspirational to remember the good things in Life.
***

A Choice

If one had to choose between the mortal realm of death and disease
or
immortality...
what would your choice be?

Imagine a word where there is no pain or sorrow
There is no death
It is comfortable; enjoyable; peaceful moments beyond count.

In the mortal realm there is ignorance and disease
There is an endless parade of bad mistakes
Everywhere is pain...

So, what is your choice if you had the chance to be mortal or immortal?
Go ahead, choose
...
Let me guess... immortal?
Human?
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my answer is simple...
i chose to be both.

[Lipinski]

She looked to be in pain. On her face the scene of that thin line of battle...orgasm/pain

At first it bore the shadow of fear. But fear...It, is just the seed

Sprouting into the look of surprise, wonder, and pain

With the leaves in full show, there the look of orgasm.


Thighs spread with the dress raised; anticipation

In center the very center of a woman, an eye to God

A black man, with a black soul... licked.

[Lipinski]

Mothers Day

Another year passed again? (or did the button get stuck on rewind?)

Earth scientists cling to the theories and notions of life being created by random elements combining. Ammonia. Electricity. Heat. Basically a stew of 'stuff' somehow clicking together and voila! Life!

Bullshit.

Earth scientists are so far below the entry level of intelligence on a Universal scale the comparison would be a newborn babies drool becoming rocket fuel for a space ship.

"That makes no sense. Baby drool and rocket fuel?"

Just trying to point out the obvious as to how fucking stupid humans can be. One minute there is hope for the species as they stumble down the bunny hole and then to see how they fuck everything up.

"So? Why do you give a shit about how humans come to terms with their collective ignorance? I sure as hell don't"

I know, that's why you and i get along so well. We're both fucked in the head.

"You bet your sweet ass on that. Only, when you're worm food, I'll still be here."

Lets go do something fun today. Mow some weeds. Listen to the plants scream. Maybe get high on a totally different level.

"Yeah. Okay. Whatever. Don't forget some cookies."

***

Mother

You did not give me your womb, nor your blood with his seed
You did not witness the entry of what was to be
You did not feel this body come together; parts from the vast store of eternity.

You never met my moment where it began
You could only imagine what happened those millions of years ago
as the Wind carried the Dream.

You are nothing, if not important. The most important part
of me.

Adoption is a term, a name, a way of accepting something not of yourself
Selfless and loving
you accepted me.

You changed my diapers.
You tended by wounds and tears.
You taught me what it is...
to be

And while there still are mothers in the world similar to you
Showing the gift of God in the smile of your face
The hums of song in your voice
Tenderness in manners of days
there is hope for a planet lost in selfish disease

Mother, i love you and always will
and thank God you found me.

[Lipinski]

Ever have so many words inside that it becomes impossible to write even a fraction of them? Along with the words there is an ocean of pictures for every word which become words which becomes...a story.
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Paint This

Flesh a color of passion no matter black, white, yellow, brown, green....

How it tingles when one puts their mind into it

An easel of color speaking softly, in a low husky voice

Brush strokes overlay such a complete shudder

as she sharply exclaims.

[Lipinski]

WAR!

War is fun. All the rage in so many worlds. Speaking of which, did you know there are over a billion suns in the Milky Way? Each on trying to dominate the other.

On this shithole planet, dogs fight dogs, chickens fight chickens and humans? Well, humans LOVE to kill anything that has a heart. This includes strangers, friends, family members';Kill em all, let God sort em out!

Israel and some Palestinians killing for nothing more than nothing. Politicians doing a fine job killing the United States. BLM and Antifa are just itching to get their asses kicked while they kick ass.

Love is dead... Long live WAR! And to the victors goes...death.
*

Imagine

Imagine there was a vote for every human capable of functional thought
Vote yes for total war and destruction of all they disagree with
Vote no for hate
Tally it all up for the final number of hypocrite

"We want peace."
"We want justice."
"We want but we don't want to exist with differing opinions."

Facts do not matter
Reality is an illusion of thought
A man can really be woman
1% of hospital funding/research goes into learning cures for cancer, 10% for transgenders

Sure, it is easy to kill
So very easy to end all life on this fucked up world
But have you noticed how hard it is to smile?
Almost impossible to say or hear the words, I'm sorry.

No, this world voted for war and so
WAR!
it is.

[Lipinski]

Cheese. Curds. Butter... I wonder? Yes! An intellectual space cow.
*

"WEl\'com my keetle,,um man."

Perplexed President Harris, once known as, Kammmmmala... "Hey numbnuts, what the hell? A space cow? Really, a fucking space cow?" (the parasite looked a little baffled, or is it, bamboozled?)

Harris cleared her voice asndasked the alien, "You look like a cow. How can a cow talk?"

"HaHaRrm.)4) unt taje take ta-ta some of the finest" Such the reply.

"Whatever," Kamala looked both pissed and bored, continuing, "You're still a cow no matter if you can speak or not. And we all know that cow farts cause global warming."

The secret service stepped in. (angent barton was in charge) Some big burly gender neutral agents, tackled the cow and dragged it away to be sold to McDonald's (Over 4444,000,000,000,000,000,000.1 served)

The last words we hear from the visiting alien cows was, "Hey aham this is ,., Q!"

while a few days later, in a local McDonald's there will be heard from a boy working there with pink hair and ample pimples, "Order 47. Your order is ready."

[Lipinski]

"Can I help you ma'am?" The young clerk actually looked sincere when asking a old woman whose age could be anywhere from now to eternity.

"No. I'm just looking." A reply by a very wise woman.

"Well, just let me know if I can be of any help.

The woman did not respond as her focus was now intently fixated upon the flame of a candle.

"Are you okay?"

There then came upon the scene, a horrendous sound of dragon.

[Lipinski]

tip toe through the starlit heavens
grabbing only the necessary branch of a tree sprouted from eternity

fun it is, this journey...

looking in every direction at once
getting a full bearing

and when tired, to sit upon a brand new galaxy
waiting for reruns to start.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite, should we write about dragons tonight?

"Why? Can't you come up with something about dolphins or the fact the Queen of England no longer has Corgi's but rather a mix of corgi and dachshund?"

Seriously? The Queen of England? Boring... And speaking of dolphins, don't you agree they taste a lot like tuna?

"Dolphins are not for eating they are...are... Okay, you win. Write about some fucking retarded dragons."
*

If Dragons Wore Pants

If a dragon wore pants would they have pockets?
If the pants had pockets, what would be in them?

First, what do dragons look like when wearing pants.
Do they look like a lizard with tiny trousers?
A rabbit wearing a dress would look just as foolish.

What if the pockets in a dragons pants, or trousers, or slacks...
What if some had no bottom. An endless pocket filled with stars.

Maybe pockets would be a good place for a dragon to store lunch?

It is, fun... to imagine what is in a hypothetical pocket on an unnamed dragon, lets say, named Max

i bet in some of the pockets are old tissues, receipts, dirt, random bugs, a car, a country, world, Universe
and a pencil, electrical tape, and some polished rocks.

[Lipinski]

the wooden ox cart was lumbering along a well worn trail . axles lubricated with not much more than friction and animal grease, protested loudly the journey.

beasts known for burden, pulled the yoke without protest. their determination and intent was to move forward. their reward was to live with life until they became too old to carry the masters wishes.

"Kalob, how are the sounds today?" Mortis was Kalob's brother and both were on a mission to get to the port city of, Alpiss, a city known for profit and some of the basic comforts traders find acceptable.

"The sounds are dim. The tree sleeps. The rock slumbers. Even the wind is calm. It is a good time for travel."

"Good, we must hurry though, the vein spoke during the night and a storm is coming."

"Yes. Yes, I heard it also. Even now they gather."

the wooden ox cart continued on its journey. the two brothers issuing soft commands to the beasts and in the calm horizon of the morning sky, a vibration started to glow.

[Lipinski]

Spanish MP suspended from Twitter after declaring 'a man cannot get pregnant': 'Fascist biology'

What fun fodder for any writer wanting inspiration.

Twitter, a social platform for socially insecure morons loves to ban free speech. Trump was a writer with words and his views went against the cry babies of the world so Twitter banned him just as they suspended the Spanish MP.

If Twitter, Facebook, and all the other shit sites trying to empower themselves can ban certain people then what chance do you have?

I love getting banned by anybody or anything as it means I succeeded at being real. In fact if one does not get banned in most of the current realm of absolute FUCKING insanity, to include being rejected by any editor and any book publishing company, then something is wrong as that means you're probably part of the insanity being passed off as normal.

So, tonight, this is dedicated to the Spanish MP
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Twitter: "Your comments on a man not being able to get pregnant is hate speech."

MP: "Why is that Twitter?"

Twitter: "Because we say so."

MP: "Who is this, we?"

Twitter: "We are Twitter. What we say is true and we are a loving and compassionate organization,:

MP: "Do you fuck baby bunnies?"

Twitter: "If we choose, we can engage in sexual activities any way we desire. This includes farm animals, fish, birds, and any of the 459 gender titles of the human species."

MP: "So, you're telling me I can't write, 'a man cannot get pregnant', but that anyone can write it is okay to fuck a gerbil and abort babies?"

Twitter: "Yes. Your speech is hate speech... while everyone knows and accepts that gerbils love a good ass razzing. Plus have you seen babies? Ugly, horrible creatures. Kill em all, we say."

MP: "You know what? I think you are correct about a man being able to get pregnant as you all are at least eight months pregnant after being impregnated by a bull and just about to give birth to the biggest pile of bullshit I've ever heard! "

[Lipinski]

"Sometimes I come close to liking you."

How's that parasite? Thought we had a mutual 'despise' each other attitude.

"Yeah. Sure. You're a moron and all but that shit you wrote yesterday actually made me pass gas. And as such, I almost liked you."

Maybe you should see a veterinarian, a shrink, or just go gobble up some bird seeds. Are you feeling okay?

"Well, truth-be-told, I think I'm growing a penis."

You? A penis (HAHAHAHA!) Let me see... (looking closely at the foul smelling purple blob of what could only be imagined as, flesh. It instantly became apparent what the growth on the parasite was.)

Just as I though, it's a zit. A pimple. A puss filled bump waiting to explode.

"Can I eat it?"

Sure.
***


The Zit

Written by: Copious Oil

Oh, how fine the tensions between worlds of body and air
Your body,walking in embarrassment as if that would avert the stares

Soap and wash clothe; futile for the mountain grows; white peaked

A doctors lance perhaps? Though, no knightly valor in that

Take charge pubescent body

Rejoice! For the end is nigh

A little pressure, a little will, and as the tale, Moby Dick

"Thar she blows!"

Soon, it over. The embarrassment, the looks, for soon it is night and the time to test the new hormones
in the game that never gets old,
Masturbation
or pizza and beer
or
both.

[Lipinski]

Time remediation Checking filed status: 1 check ` check 4 check,./
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First time, the three deer were not yet born for more than 833 years

Second time, the three deer stood eating freshly grow grass and appeared content

Third time, the three deer left a trail into the past and present. Many succeeded.

Four advisor. The door was broken open. Impossible to hide now.
***

He was getting more, more; fragmentation of data as the fog lifts

"He knows."

"Yes."

"Interesting."

His views were now small enough to peer into the circle and grasp infinity... "Does his rights exist/?\"
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Too many
Too many and so
more fell into
and became.

"We interrupt this nonsensical ramble to bring you an exciting message from our sponsor, Iran. If you're in the mood for some good fellatio from a camel, come to Iran!"

Parasite, Iran does not have cock sucking camels...They have political leaders that suck camel cocks.

"Sorry. Got confused for a second."

No matter. No matter at all parasite. It does not matter with time.

[Lipinski]

might there be more hidden?

why? better to stride in full sight.
***
A View

A group
A clan
A family
An example of layers upon layers

or

in other words

I don't give a shit.

[Lipinski]

So the sex is good. But really, is any sex bad? Let's imagine/// "Gleep glorp gee goo goo." The body is obviously biologic in nature and from the way it looked compared to the other body being spoken too, bespoke the status as a species sexual in nature.

"Glop glop glop!" the reply appeared to indicate a positive reaction to the communication. The skin glowed in color from a soft green and changed into a pulsing red.

Soon the two bodies engaged in a form of coitus. Furious energy was expanded as the two vibrated in a uniform frequency. A sound of high pitch was emitted and suddenly, the two bodies were engulfed in flames and disappeared.

[Lipinski]

doceam iniquous vias tuas et impii ad te convertentur

deus salutis meae

et exultavit lingua mea iustitiam tuam

[Lipinski]

how does it feel... that sensation of and not.

thoughts unfold -----------drifting warm and soft and then turning into ice cold clarity

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it might be foolish
it may even border on the line of delusion
it is, however, what it is

this whole day, there resting where it always seems to take refuge
inside the mind
it was as if
as if
if only
a wonderful memory.

[Lipinski]

violin strings are a bit defiant. sitting there aligned. tight. firm.
for years they can remain untouched
gathering dust while forgotten in a case
resolve held as if the breath could be never exhaled

and then?

a child opens the case in curious exploration
with a finger touches the strings...

did the violin shrink in terror?
did it cry and lament the indignation of such clumsy handling?

no,
for sound emitted, just a little
and then the small arm pried out the musical treasure

to his chin in a copy of what he saw in his parents
and drawing the bow for the very first time, releasing a horrendous sound to the world
except
to the child; smile growing as too, the excitement

soon, the two make music while the rest of the world
burns...

[Lipinski]

Music

Written by: Off tune

Mean Mary
Justin Johnson
Bach
AC/DC
Buckcherry
Hu

So many musicians carving out their own style of tune.

Ever find your fingers tapping a beat on a table without you looking?

A garbage can lid as a drum, a stick hitting a metal cylinder

and don't me started on strings.

If you ever wonder if a person is real, you'll know if you hear them singing in a shower

or

belting out a song while driving behind a cars steering wheel

Humans for the most part are mostly fucked up and would be titled useless if not for the fact of such things as

Art
Food
and
Music.

[Lipinski]

which way does the sand fall when meeting the whims of wind?

blowing to the left, and then to the right

front, back, and center

as if enslaved to something with control

much like a woman's words of talking

so too, a man's motions

as his soul is shredded into dust.

[Lipinski]

at first, it was here... and then it is, gone... back and forth, back and forth. thankfully there is, rain.
***

Hummingbird Delight

Wings moving so fast it slows the mind trying to count the beats
They zip along as if there was no stopping
and yet
for all that they are, amazing
they never miss the hole in the feeder
even when fighting.

[Lipinski]

What a fantastic day! The narcissistic side of me says it was the best in a loooong time.

"Fuck you moron."

And you too parasite. Good to have you along for the ride.

"Whatever. Did you notice Radar licking Timbers drool?"

Yeah. Laughed my ample ass off.

"So, what are you gonna write now? Bet it makes no sense."

Absolutely. But in keeping inline with myself today, it makes perfect sense. Enjoy.

"Oh, go fuck a goat."

I just might, or a ground hog, or a frog... maybe a turtle.
***

On the table, the three moooons of Paramador rested in timed silence
bouncing occasionally to fit the levels.

Did you notice the tongue in front of the mirror? A mirror covered in symbols. Symbols of self and world.

1 1 1 1 333 4.4 / 0

She heard. Oh, yes, she heard. (insert the phrase) as did he, they, them, and nothing.

(insert picture that takes a live attitude of placement)

On the table, the three moooons of Paramador split in cellular division thus creating a new form of Life for a planet full of life.

The table split into three and then seven layers.

And while the moon learned again who is the Master of shadows
the sky decided to try diplomacy
for awhile longer
until
the claws rip apart the very fabric of of chaos.


"you're sicker than usual."

Not at all, all is
as it is
and will be.

[Lipinski]

Try and steal the other teams flag

and why?

Why try to win at anything.

The fledgling did not even hesitate, jumping blindly from the Tree

To bounce off a rock and die, to to tumble lightly and live.

This is why
This
is.

[Lipinski]

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and so, another fucking day, a good day,;, sunlight. cool air. crickets clings-
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glad you like the machine B-man, it's fun the games men and women play
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Mowing the grass , separation of stem and blade
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now inspired to write a short piece of something vaguely familiar and known as, writing.
***

If the smell was taken, as if a color picture of memory, what makes itself known today?

Today, another normal passing of a DJ spin of repeat

"Ashooka ashooka shooka shooka shooka SCREECH!"

People calling for what they need. Always they need. And fight. And yell. And scream.

(hidden of course atop a smile)

The smell among the weeds near the canola brought out a very ancient and old odor, and it was not the bee shit, nor the buzzing of millions of wings...
It was the road, my road to travel alone,
a smell from the past
from the valleys and fields never touched by man
to the vast pool
of eternity.