waking up to coyotes howling in their endeavors to thin the new baby deer population. the game of life where all life are winners and losers.
inspirational though.
***
On a planet, the playing field is level due to the courtesy of a gravitational field. For as far as the eyes can peer, the plain spreads out in all directions in such a pattern as to provide a vivid reminder of there being an, up and a down.
Plants rooted in native soils were busy burrowing deeper with their roots to find nourishment, water, and stability. They also played the game to see how high they could grow to get closer to the provider of sunlight.
Animals sauntered at a leisurely pace while thinning the success of the various plants, while sometimes taking the moment to lay and rest on the survivors or run in sheer terror from a predator trying to thin the herd.
Above, in the thinness of atmosphere, birds soared in missions of their needs and choosing. Some were small and found the nectar in a plant to be the most interesting while larger birds spent many hours playing in the thermals as their hungers were easy sated by the ample games of those land dwellers caught up in the drama of life and death. Easy pickings for those equipped with superior eyesight, wings, and talon.
Civilization always seems to rise from the plain; examples ample as to the wonder and stupidity of knowledge for the creatures able to alter and use the elements at hand.
On a planet, it is a story common among many planets and worlds spread throughout infinity. So much is taken for granted. So much is known and speculated as this is what life and death does every moment of every moment from the beginnings and the ends.
Yet never does it come to the minds of how much different it is, it is very different when speaking of that which fuels the Suns of darkness; brilliant; vibrant; a Life it is, inside and aside from the very core of belief.
It is a place called, Home.
An excellent place to be.
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Moderator: Editors
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
So, what does your mind think?
You drink a cup of coffee (yuck) Your mind enjoys the heat and flavor
You see a blue sky outside and your mind thinks, "It is a nice day."
Your eyes read the words in a book and the mind imagines you are a part of the story.
You see, you taste, you feel, you are alive
and yet
blind...
Look out your window, any window anywhere. Are there sirens sounding in the distance? Is it day? Is it night?
Is the window clear or dirty?
Maybe there is no glass in the window? A product of damage after a bullet shattered the glass?
Or an earthquake changed the landscape you were once so used too?
People are simple creatures and as such tune into the simple tools they are familiar to. Hot, cold, light, darkness...
A good fuck tunes the hormones and brings into balance, a fulfillment of need. A good meal tunes the body to prepare for conversion of bio energy. Knowledge tunes the desire to learn more. So much and so simple...
Yet?
Did you know that before your very face just outside your window, another species also called, people, tune into the simple tools they are familiar to... Only, your human eyes cannot see them.
The people have needs too. They use you for their needs and desires.
Imagine a very large and powerful ship capable of not only traversing space but also time. Imagine it hovering in a valley very large and yet in your mind you only see a beautiful day while an eagle soars through what you know does not exist, and yet, it does indeed, exist.
Who really is who? What really is what? And does it really matter?
The answer: Not to me. Their souls can be devoured just as yours can, and in the end,
it is a nice day
outside
inside
and don't even get me started on those damn fairies...
You drink a cup of coffee (yuck) Your mind enjoys the heat and flavor
You see a blue sky outside and your mind thinks, "It is a nice day."
Your eyes read the words in a book and the mind imagines you are a part of the story.
You see, you taste, you feel, you are alive
and yet
blind...
Look out your window, any window anywhere. Are there sirens sounding in the distance? Is it day? Is it night?
Is the window clear or dirty?
Maybe there is no glass in the window? A product of damage after a bullet shattered the glass?
Or an earthquake changed the landscape you were once so used too?
People are simple creatures and as such tune into the simple tools they are familiar to. Hot, cold, light, darkness...
A good fuck tunes the hormones and brings into balance, a fulfillment of need. A good meal tunes the body to prepare for conversion of bio energy. Knowledge tunes the desire to learn more. So much and so simple...
Yet?
Did you know that before your very face just outside your window, another species also called, people, tune into the simple tools they are familiar to... Only, your human eyes cannot see them.
The people have needs too. They use you for their needs and desires.
Imagine a very large and powerful ship capable of not only traversing space but also time. Imagine it hovering in a valley very large and yet in your mind you only see a beautiful day while an eagle soars through what you know does not exist, and yet, it does indeed, exist.
Who really is who? What really is what? And does it really matter?
The answer: Not to me. Their souls can be devoured just as yours can, and in the end,
it is a nice day
outside
inside
and don't even get me started on those damn fairies...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Consciousness
A thoughtful process
throughout a day to act and be
thinking of so much and so many things
Hectic or peaceful
there comes to mind a version one could label
reality
It is a full process indeed
so much energy
so much to process and digest
and then
to succumb to the deepest of sleep
shutting down the mind to a place far beyond the line of death
or life
feeling absolutely
nothing
in the place where nothing exists, nothing but blackness, nothing but a mind at peace
ahhhh yes...
so very good, until the eyes once more open to see the nuclear reaction of the sun
the ears hearing sounds of crickets
movement of a body
and once more to enter the battle of what it is
to be.
A thoughtful process
throughout a day to act and be
thinking of so much and so many things
Hectic or peaceful
there comes to mind a version one could label
reality
It is a full process indeed
so much energy
so much to process and digest
and then
to succumb to the deepest of sleep
shutting down the mind to a place far beyond the line of death
or life
feeling absolutely
nothing
in the place where nothing exists, nothing but blackness, nothing but a mind at peace
ahhhh yes...
so very good, until the eyes once more open to see the nuclear reaction of the sun
the ears hearing sounds of crickets
movement of a body
and once more to enter the battle of what it is
to be.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
the bear grass bent to the hands holding the beater for the drum
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
antlers curled; Spring sprouting another song
coyote with tail between legs as she was moist and wanting
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
"Mary... Mary..." ghostly voice of such convincing
his cock was hard, the beater made for the thin membrane
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
all for the mists of Avalon, ships so far ago setting battle sails
in distances so close it only takes 1000 generations
the Dragon is awake this night, and the hunger beyond counting
boom... boom... boom... boom...
Agricka, Agricka, Agricka, sentoul.
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
antlers curled; Spring sprouting another song
coyote with tail between legs as she was moist and wanting
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
"Mary... Mary..." ghostly voice of such convincing
his cock was hard, the beater made for the thin membrane
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
all for the mists of Avalon, ships so far ago setting battle sails
in distances so close it only takes 1000 generations
the Dragon is awake this night, and the hunger beyond counting
boom... boom... boom... boom...
Agricka, Agricka, Agricka, sentoul.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Al tage mor ti si (the Sword split the sky)
ti si,
bellows of fire; unquenchable thirst; only held in hands; warriors birth
this the day a child born
as it should be
heavens battlefield; they can nor never choose to truly rest
my friends ride about the swirling dust
ti si,
bellows of fire; unquenchable thirst; only held in hands; warriors birth
this the day a child born
as it should be
heavens battlefield; they can nor never choose to truly rest
my friends ride about the swirling dust
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
what a day. a new fawn by the road learning all about directional decisions. small bits of tree cotton dancing in the road just to tease. and hot... too fucking hot but a good test for Alpha.
inspirational as always.
there is too much to write and it is good.
*
what is power of people when they hold common bonds of belief?
can it be held? yes
can it be used? yes
can it be gifted? yes
can it be abused? no
a man and a man wrote a book on the comparisons of size ranging from the Universe to the subatomic particles
interesting and amusing as it has illustrations to help hold the mind of one wanting perspective
it takes into account the simple compilation of knowledge of Life, Creation, and Death
it is wrong on many levels aside from what is
and what is not
power...
there is a power among people holding common bonds of belief
Communist China has the power it thinks it has over its people. it is a delusion
So much of what many bonds of belief such as Antifa, BLM, Republicans, Democrats, Religions, Governments, Social media...Any and all holding common bonds of belief try to abuse their power, and fail
yes, it can be held, used, gifted, but never abused as there is a power among a people holding a common bond of belief and while they flirt with the gift, they have a long long long way to learn the ways of such simplicity. When they do there will be a way of which the power can truly be used in abuse. It will be such a way that the abuse creates a war lasting a very long time, and it will be then that another group of people holding common bonds of belief older than the Universe on many level predating Time itself. This group is called, Life. It is what will bring to conclusion a battle necessary for what could be interpreted as, graduation.
It is
It is
It is
It is
4444
Eternal.
It has a power far beyond any concept of thought, language, science, time...
It is
good.
inspirational as always.
there is too much to write and it is good.
*
what is power of people when they hold common bonds of belief?
can it be held? yes
can it be used? yes
can it be gifted? yes
can it be abused? no
a man and a man wrote a book on the comparisons of size ranging from the Universe to the subatomic particles
interesting and amusing as it has illustrations to help hold the mind of one wanting perspective
it takes into account the simple compilation of knowledge of Life, Creation, and Death
it is wrong on many levels aside from what is
and what is not
power...
there is a power among people holding common bonds of belief
Communist China has the power it thinks it has over its people. it is a delusion
So much of what many bonds of belief such as Antifa, BLM, Republicans, Democrats, Religions, Governments, Social media...Any and all holding common bonds of belief try to abuse their power, and fail
yes, it can be held, used, gifted, but never abused as there is a power among a people holding a common bond of belief and while they flirt with the gift, they have a long long long way to learn the ways of such simplicity. When they do there will be a way of which the power can truly be used in abuse. It will be such a way that the abuse creates a war lasting a very long time, and it will be then that another group of people holding common bonds of belief older than the Universe on many level predating Time itself. This group is called, Life. It is what will bring to conclusion a battle necessary for what could be interpreted as, graduation.
It is
It is
It is
It is
4444
Eternal.
It has a power far beyond any concept of thought, language, science, time...
It is
good.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite. Where have you been lurking? Not that I'm thinking about you due to the stink free air and damage... no, just mildly curious.'
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Blah, blah, blah... I played strip poker with a dolphin."
And?
"I remembered neither I or a dolphin need clothes, so... we just sat and talked about the mystery as to why polar bear genetics greatly resembles a plant."
Great. Glad you're working through your stress.
"So, what do you think about polar bear genetics resembling a plant?"
i think it's great that you understand I.
**
*
|
z
I wonder if Saturn's Rings, engage a galaxy to mystery?
as if in foreplay
to the moons of Mercury
I wonder , maybe even Venus?
)
hello.
Yes.
and then?
(
)
(
what can i say?
(
*
)
there is no mystery to solve
nothing complex or strange
it is...
just a great feeling to know of such wonderful things.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Blah, blah, blah... I played strip poker with a dolphin."
And?
"I remembered neither I or a dolphin need clothes, so... we just sat and talked about the mystery as to why polar bear genetics greatly resembles a plant."
Great. Glad you're working through your stress.
"So, what do you think about polar bear genetics resembling a plant?"
i think it's great that you understand I.
**
*
|
z
I wonder if Saturn's Rings, engage a galaxy to mystery?
as if in foreplay
to the moons of Mercury
I wonder , maybe even Venus?
)
hello.
Yes.
and then?
(
)
(
what can i say?
(
*
)
there is no mystery to solve
nothing complex or strange
it is...
just a great feeling to know of such wonderful things.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
The silver buckles on Targon's bridal was out of place on the war horse. His rider was fond of shiny trinkets; baubles taken in past crusades against the Comrens.
"Whoa friend, we have much to do today." Targon was well rested, and as most of the warrior clan of horse were of want, waited impatiently for action.
"Today, we ride to battle the Sun. We..."
Targon took his riders comments in stride as if it was mud flinging from his hooves. Taking the prelude to give time to swish his tail and take a long piss. It was going to be a good day.
"Whoa friend, we have much to do today." Targon was well rested, and as most of the warrior clan of horse were of want, waited impatiently for action.
"Today, we ride to battle the Sun. We..."
Targon took his riders comments in stride as if it was mud flinging from his hooves. Taking the prelude to give time to swish his tail and take a long piss. It was going to be a good day.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
La la la la laaa...\\
Scooby dooby doo!
Today was a tree planting day and a day full of bluster and blew!
Such angry women when a man instead should take great umbrage at how the sperm was taken.
They they they had the audacity to take the man's sperm to impregnate a h8man female for the means and desires they wanted.
They fucked with the wrong man. As such, the war spade now digs their grave...
***
In the clouds it was written, "Why?"
Ha!
They want to know why?
To make sure you're in 'control' make sure you know how to, control...
This experiment is totally in control of nothing more than chaos.
It has nothing to do with the reality of what is not.
Nothing controls 'me'
i answer only to God
and cheese puffs
and maybe a smile or two, or three, or
forget it,
it all exists so solid
in my mind....
Scooby dooby doo!
Today was a tree planting day and a day full of bluster and blew!
Such angry women when a man instead should take great umbrage at how the sperm was taken.
They they they had the audacity to take the man's sperm to impregnate a h8man female for the means and desires they wanted.
They fucked with the wrong man. As such, the war spade now digs their grave...
***
In the clouds it was written, "Why?"
Ha!
They want to know why?
To make sure you're in 'control' make sure you know how to, control...
This experiment is totally in control of nothing more than chaos.
It has nothing to do with the reality of what is not.
Nothing controls 'me'
i answer only to God
and cheese puffs
and maybe a smile or two, or three, or
forget it,
it all exists so solid
in my mind....
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I like the connections, it brings such contrast for those of men's ambitions
Peering as balance was broken for a moment as thigh lifted in anticipation.
(as for the young child, she has a scream so loud, the ears 'riiiiiiiiiing')
Peering as balance was broken for a moment as thigh lifted in anticipation.
(as for the young child, she has a scream so loud, the ears 'riiiiiiiiiing')
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
when driving along a lot of roads in the States of America, it is common to see white crosses marking where someone died in a car crash. Along with with crosses there are many sites with plastic flowers, signs, toys...etc...
Interesting custom. Thankfully hospital rooms don't have such trivia on the doors of the rooms where people go to die.
Inspired by this custom as now 'civilians' are going to go into space. No longer the realm of government folks. Bezo's for example. He is going to scoot up into a world he has no business going up into. When he dies in an explosion, just for an 'example'. If the ship actually carries him and some other idiots going along for a joy ride, and he is atomized, will his relatives put a marker up into space?
Of course, if he crashes and burns on take off or landing, it will make for some good fertilizer.
I admire the imagination of Bezo's but his technology is such as a caveman trying out a new weapon, called rock, against a saber tooth tiger.
I wonder if Amazon will sell memorial T-shirts?
***
BOOM!
To light the fuse of inspiration is the fruit of imagination leading to dedication
Hail the engineers of the Titanic!
Kudo's to the builders of the Washington bridge
Laugh your ass off when hearing the military title of, Naval Intelligence
CIA
FBI
KGB
China and its social disease
Iran and it's back ass wards religion of hate
Each and every country, filled with semi intelligent monkeysssss
So, what better idea than to go up into and fuck up space
Satellites for internet and tv
Weapons to spy and kill
and if you're rich?
Well, fuck it, build a space ship!
And when you die you'll be a national treasure, a class A hero!
(the funeral will be spectacular as will the memory on par with the likes of Amelia Earhart)
*
:"so moron, thinking Bezo's going bye bye?":
Nah, then who would run Amazon? That would men I won't be able to order my Prime can of cat food from Thailand and get it in three days.
Interesting custom. Thankfully hospital rooms don't have such trivia on the doors of the rooms where people go to die.
Inspired by this custom as now 'civilians' are going to go into space. No longer the realm of government folks. Bezo's for example. He is going to scoot up into a world he has no business going up into. When he dies in an explosion, just for an 'example'. If the ship actually carries him and some other idiots going along for a joy ride, and he is atomized, will his relatives put a marker up into space?
Of course, if he crashes and burns on take off or landing, it will make for some good fertilizer.
I admire the imagination of Bezo's but his technology is such as a caveman trying out a new weapon, called rock, against a saber tooth tiger.
I wonder if Amazon will sell memorial T-shirts?
***
BOOM!
To light the fuse of inspiration is the fruit of imagination leading to dedication
Hail the engineers of the Titanic!
Kudo's to the builders of the Washington bridge
Laugh your ass off when hearing the military title of, Naval Intelligence
CIA
FBI
KGB
China and its social disease
Iran and it's back ass wards religion of hate
Each and every country, filled with semi intelligent monkeysssss
So, what better idea than to go up into and fuck up space
Satellites for internet and tv
Weapons to spy and kill
and if you're rich?
Well, fuck it, build a space ship!
And when you die you'll be a national treasure, a class A hero!
(the funeral will be spectacular as will the memory on par with the likes of Amelia Earhart)
*
:"so moron, thinking Bezo's going bye bye?":
Nah, then who would run Amazon? That would men I won't be able to order my Prime can of cat food from Thailand and get it in three days.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
On the floor, aged wooden planks shifted in composition from the close grain of oak to the rock hard surface of pounded soil.
A cabin.
Small.
Smoke curled from a stone chimney.
Lazy S spiraling upwards where two forces take place. The first, to flatten into a horizontal trail. The second, to suddenly rise towards the heavens where it is torn to pieces.
S is a letter in an alphabet. Sudden. Snake. So. Such. Simple? S
S
S
S
(spin the letter fast and what remains:
8 is a rare number in the world of how numbers relate.
Such the number, 4
Such the number, 3
Such the number, 2
Such the number, 1
5 is common
6 is a power source of hate
7 is the charm for fools
9... ah yes, 9 is a number for sex
what does this have to do with a small cabin? nothing. absolutely nothing
but can you smell the smoke?
The fire comes from the cook stove where she prepared meals. The water reservoir full of hot water. The dog at her feet. In the background, the sound of children at play.
The fire comes from the hearth. Piled ashes embrace the freshly split hickory wood and fed the hungry flame. Sitting in front, he sat smoking a pipe full of cherry tobacco and hummed to himself as the smoke from the pipe laughed at the smoke from the flame.
Two worlds.
Three moments.
Four seasons
Five days.
Six pains.
Seven dreams.
Eight reasons as to the existence.
Nine lives.
and only 1
1 with the full ability to embrace insanity and call it, friend.
A cabin.
Small.
Smoke curled from a stone chimney.
Lazy S spiraling upwards where two forces take place. The first, to flatten into a horizontal trail. The second, to suddenly rise towards the heavens where it is torn to pieces.
S is a letter in an alphabet. Sudden. Snake. So. Such. Simple? S
S
S
S
(spin the letter fast and what remains:
8 is a rare number in the world of how numbers relate.
Such the number, 4
Such the number, 3
Such the number, 2
Such the number, 1
5 is common
6 is a power source of hate
7 is the charm for fools
9... ah yes, 9 is a number for sex
what does this have to do with a small cabin? nothing. absolutely nothing
but can you smell the smoke?
The fire comes from the cook stove where she prepared meals. The water reservoir full of hot water. The dog at her feet. In the background, the sound of children at play.
The fire comes from the hearth. Piled ashes embrace the freshly split hickory wood and fed the hungry flame. Sitting in front, he sat smoking a pipe full of cherry tobacco and hummed to himself as the smoke from the pipe laughed at the smoke from the flame.
Two worlds.
Three moments.
Four seasons
Five days.
Six pains.
Seven dreams.
Eight reasons as to the existence.
Nine lives.
and only 1
1 with the full ability to embrace insanity and call it, friend.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Five-months-pregnant woman stabbed in back by stranger while walking nature trail with her 3-year-old son — and undergoes emergency C-section
Inspiration of this
or
Large lizard makes love to a lilac bush!
**
*
**
It's is obvious that one is pure fiction and fantasy while the other headline is the absolute truth.
"Truth. Son, you can't handle the truth."
go away parasite.
"No.
go
"No"
(sigh)
Okay, it's now inspirational to write about what is the real headline.
Luke was a Lizard, or was it lizard? Regardless... Luke was a Lizard.
He was not a natural lizard as in the natural way...;rather, created in a lab in India
a ;place where the Lizard people play...
Luke loved flowers in a most powerful way
Such the aroma, the oil infused sugar;
and then came the day
Lilac, such a flower in Spring
Beckoning with scent and sight
and then,
well,
you know...
it is a weird but beautiful scene.
Inspiration of this
or
Large lizard makes love to a lilac bush!
**
*
**
It's is obvious that one is pure fiction and fantasy while the other headline is the absolute truth.
"Truth. Son, you can't handle the truth."
go away parasite.
"No.
go
"No"
(sigh)
Okay, it's now inspirational to write about what is the real headline.
Luke was a Lizard, or was it lizard? Regardless... Luke was a Lizard.
He was not a natural lizard as in the natural way...;rather, created in a lab in India
a ;place where the Lizard people play...
Luke loved flowers in a most powerful way
Such the aroma, the oil infused sugar;
and then came the day
Lilac, such a flower in Spring
Beckoning with scent and sight
and then,
well,
you know...
it is a weird but beautiful scene.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
unt now ve change de channel.
*
He'd never been shot before. It was a strange feeling and not really what he had expected. He never expected much but to get shot? That was not even on the list.
"So, am I gonna live doc?" He asked this question as he'd never been shot before and now expected an answer from the doctor tending to him.
"You're just fine. Lucky true, but you will heal." The doctor had never been shot, never expected to be shot, but he had worked on a lot of patients that had been shot.
Imagine this... A man who never expected to be shot got shot. The man was under the medical care of a doctor who has never been shot and never expected to be shot. Boring story so far but lets inject some ideas for what comes next.
1."That's a relief doc." The man seemed relieved by the diagnosis
2. "I'm gonna kill the bastard." The man seemed vengeful against the one shooting him.
3. "Can I have some ice cream now?" Interesting. The man asked a fucked up question which will confuse the reader and paint a picture as the character in the story is not all 'there' in his head.
4. "Doc! Doc! I can't breathe!" The man was struck with a new medical problem.
"numbnuts?"
Yes parasite.
"what the fuck?
it is getting worse.
"you truly are a whack job.
5. "What the hell is that purple blob doing here doc? What... wha...Ahhhhh!"
*
He'd never been shot before. It was a strange feeling and not really what he had expected. He never expected much but to get shot? That was not even on the list.
"So, am I gonna live doc?" He asked this question as he'd never been shot before and now expected an answer from the doctor tending to him.
"You're just fine. Lucky true, but you will heal." The doctor had never been shot, never expected to be shot, but he had worked on a lot of patients that had been shot.
Imagine this... A man who never expected to be shot got shot. The man was under the medical care of a doctor who has never been shot and never expected to be shot. Boring story so far but lets inject some ideas for what comes next.
1."That's a relief doc." The man seemed relieved by the diagnosis
2. "I'm gonna kill the bastard." The man seemed vengeful against the one shooting him.
3. "Can I have some ice cream now?" Interesting. The man asked a fucked up question which will confuse the reader and paint a picture as the character in the story is not all 'there' in his head.
4. "Doc! Doc! I can't breathe!" The man was struck with a new medical problem.
"numbnuts?"
Yes parasite.
"what the fuck?
it is getting worse.
"you truly are a whack job.
5. "What the hell is that purple blob doing here doc? What... wha...Ahhhhh!"
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Great taerG
......|......
0000000000
binary points of placement
to connect the hydr-v5567 intersect(2)1
...................|...........|>>>.
monkeys!
( a whistle)
OMG
yes
yes no matter how
yes no matter why
Of this, { from the multiple of points jousting linear desct4441}
for me, it is and as such
exist eternal
a kiss carried in the
Wind.
......|......
0000000000
binary points of placement
to connect the hydr-v5567 intersect(2)1
...................|...........|>>>.
monkeys!
( a whistle)
OMG
yes
yes no matter how
yes no matter why
Of this, { from the multiple of points jousting linear desct4441}
for me, it is and as such
exist eternal
a kiss carried in the
Wind.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
the nipple on a man is as interesting as a turd flowing in the sewer of Mubai
the nipple on a female is as interesting as a tickle with a feather and scented oils.
throw a pebble in a pond or feel the soft touch of caress, and one surrenders
rub a nipple and feel...
"What a load of shit."
Wanna rub my nips parasite?
"Fuck no. Wanna slurp purple fat?"
Heck no, but lets agree to agree there is something more to life than that of which we seek?
"Whatever."
*
Philosophy of the day to fill the contemplation
until it flows of which few survive the wilt
growth! ah yes, the go too pretender
success! only if you surrender
they all fill the bowl to the top
they all bubble and pop
they are the world of something called, today.
the nipple on a female is as interesting as a tickle with a feather and scented oils.
throw a pebble in a pond or feel the soft touch of caress, and one surrenders
rub a nipple and feel...
"What a load of shit."
Wanna rub my nips parasite?
"Fuck no. Wanna slurp purple fat?"
Heck no, but lets agree to agree there is something more to life than that of which we seek?
"Whatever."
*
Philosophy of the day to fill the contemplation
until it flows of which few survive the wilt
growth! ah yes, the go too pretender
success! only if you surrender
they all fill the bowl to the top
they all bubble and pop
they are the world of something called, today.
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lets talk magik. or magic. or nolisk. or craft. or trade. or occupation.
magic is more familiar to the english in spe~l~ing. for many it is the gain of something with expending something .
magic has words which for some, hold power.
power?
What is power?
Moses staff turned into a snake and devoured the magicians snakes of which also once were staffs.
Illusions.
Tricks of the mind.
And yet? That constant nagging as to what is the result of magic, which can only be answered as, power...
children are born with the ability of natural magic
women are filled with the ability of natural magic
men... ah yes, the human males. Testes. Testosterone. Sperm. They do not contain natural magic after the day puberty hits their bodies
Alas, a problem of magic where females contain always the power of magic. So too, children, but males?
"What if a male cuts his balls off and takes estrogen and calls themselves, woman. Do they have natural magic?"
No parasite. They could/can, just as anyone call themselves, anything they desire. It just not make it reality. More so, an enhanced delusion.
Notice now, the insanity of something writing something about magic. About the gender, age, and sexuality of a species identified as human. Notice the wording of having or not having. Notice the results of something under control and thus, the word 'power' is invited.
SExIU all magic. What fun! Fuck, fun, magick, power, control, lifestyle, surrender, dominate, secrets, and the many doors of illusions.
natural magic is not power, nor ever will the natural magic ever need to be replaced as it is .... necessary. Children of the human kind need the natural magic. Women of the human kind have to have the natural magic or the species would wither and die. mature males do not, nor can they handle the natural magic.
for males, magic is power. POWER! Male humans are rutting bulls trying to capture the DNA monarchy of the species. Every male, a powerhouse of lust and to be the reigning herd bull, any tool available (money, politics, intelligence, cruelty, evil, good... anything to include magic, is power and since natural magic is not power in the human sense, they all fail. Yes, they meet and continue the process but magic and men; history is filled with the failures of man.
Natural magic. Sounds, 'natural'. And it is, well, mostly. Now real magic. The kind that is the mother and father of natural magic... a whoooole other creature. And it is, real. As such, inspirational for more bullshit writing.
***
Wants
Wanting the desire to have what is not earned, nor available for sale
Making something out of nothing; much ado about shortcuts and pitfalls as what is the surrender to perceived pains?
Scratching the soil to free it from weeds.
Tilling and aerating to place a seed
Sweat beads falling in the hot breeze
Watering
Tilling
Weeding
Watering
Watching
Guarding against those that would destroy the garden\\\
and then, through all the time spent, a harvest,
this is
the way it is
supposed to be.
There are those who want it now, without effort or thought, they either purchase or take
There is no thanks\\\
no sweat
no time
no contemplation
not even dreams...
Take time to listen to the crickets speaking of the weather
Laugh as clouds try to hold in a full bladder of rain
Smile and wave at the small children playing in the dirt, fueling their imagination
Give thanks for your joy and your pain
Appreciate the smallest of things
And know, in the garden exists a true magic, One of which has the power to bring peace
In this you will learn there are more than just a world, in the many worlds
of dreams.
lets talk magik. or magic. or nolisk. or craft. or trade. or occupation.
magic is more familiar to the english in spe~l~ing. for many it is the gain of something with expending something .
magic has words which for some, hold power.
power?
What is power?
Moses staff turned into a snake and devoured the magicians snakes of which also once were staffs.
Illusions.
Tricks of the mind.
And yet? That constant nagging as to what is the result of magic, which can only be answered as, power...
children are born with the ability of natural magic
women are filled with the ability of natural magic
men... ah yes, the human males. Testes. Testosterone. Sperm. They do not contain natural magic after the day puberty hits their bodies
Alas, a problem of magic where females contain always the power of magic. So too, children, but males?
"What if a male cuts his balls off and takes estrogen and calls themselves, woman. Do they have natural magic?"
No parasite. They could/can, just as anyone call themselves, anything they desire. It just not make it reality. More so, an enhanced delusion.
Notice now, the insanity of something writing something about magic. About the gender, age, and sexuality of a species identified as human. Notice the wording of having or not having. Notice the results of something under control and thus, the word 'power' is invited.
SExIU all magic. What fun! Fuck, fun, magick, power, control, lifestyle, surrender, dominate, secrets, and the many doors of illusions.
natural magic is not power, nor ever will the natural magic ever need to be replaced as it is .... necessary. Children of the human kind need the natural magic. Women of the human kind have to have the natural magic or the species would wither and die. mature males do not, nor can they handle the natural magic.
for males, magic is power. POWER! Male humans are rutting bulls trying to capture the DNA monarchy of the species. Every male, a powerhouse of lust and to be the reigning herd bull, any tool available (money, politics, intelligence, cruelty, evil, good... anything to include magic, is power and since natural magic is not power in the human sense, they all fail. Yes, they meet and continue the process but magic and men; history is filled with the failures of man.
Natural magic. Sounds, 'natural'. And it is, well, mostly. Now real magic. The kind that is the mother and father of natural magic... a whoooole other creature. And it is, real. As such, inspirational for more bullshit writing.
***
Wants
Wanting the desire to have what is not earned, nor available for sale
Making something out of nothing; much ado about shortcuts and pitfalls as what is the surrender to perceived pains?
Scratching the soil to free it from weeds.
Tilling and aerating to place a seed
Sweat beads falling in the hot breeze
Watering
Tilling
Weeding
Watering
Watching
Guarding against those that would destroy the garden\\\
and then, through all the time spent, a harvest,
this is
the way it is
supposed to be.
There are those who want it now, without effort or thought, they either purchase or take
There is no thanks\\\
no sweat
no time
no contemplation
not even dreams...
Take time to listen to the crickets speaking of the weather
Laugh as clouds try to hold in a full bladder of rain
Smile and wave at the small children playing in the dirt, fueling their imagination
Give thanks for your joy and your pain
Appreciate the smallest of things
And know, in the garden exists a true magic, One of which has the power to bring peace
In this you will learn there are more than just a world, in the many worlds
of dreams.
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Familiarity of the echo
Resounding the mind such a cavern of space and time
Immense
So vast the eyes try to follow the curve of a planet
Heights far beyond past
Depths deeper than the grave of time's beginning.
Listen?
Can you hear the monks chanting? Singing of something greater in every aspect than themselves.
while below in a house nearing the end of its structure, filled with the cry of a baby needing a diaper changed.
Smells so powerful
Touching the very nerve of what can only be God
for if not,
if there is no echo, no sound, smell or sensation of touch, than i am truly a madman of far gone mental illness
if
if only
if it was or were,then there would be agreement
but there is not...
it is therefore only befitting to lose consciousness, to surrender to what death could never come close to being
to lose the remaining strands of logic, of reality, of anything of the mortal fabric of understanding
and listen deeply to the familiarity of the echo
and smile...
)
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)
(
)
(insert a picture to keep the lines clear)
Resounding the mind such a cavern of space and time
Immense
So vast the eyes try to follow the curve of a planet
Heights far beyond past
Depths deeper than the grave of time's beginning.
Listen?
Can you hear the monks chanting? Singing of something greater in every aspect than themselves.
while below in a house nearing the end of its structure, filled with the cry of a baby needing a diaper changed.
Smells so powerful
Touching the very nerve of what can only be God
for if not,
if there is no echo, no sound, smell or sensation of touch, than i am truly a madman of far gone mental illness
if
if only
if it was or were,then there would be agreement
but there is not...
it is therefore only befitting to lose consciousness, to surrender to what death could never come close to being
to lose the remaining strands of logic, of reality, of anything of the mortal fabric of understanding
and listen deeply to the familiarity of the echo
and smile...
)
(
)
(
)
(insert a picture to keep the lines clear)
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Brook Trout
Written by: A fish
Beavers were the engineers. Busy at night chewing into the largest of trees. Falling splash as a cottonwood surrenders to gravity.
At first the smallest of branches were released; food for the hunger a beaver needs. Next, lopping off bigger and bigger pieces, which when pushed together and mixed with mud, dammed a small creek.
Such a small trickle of water... It was wonderful to see how much water flowed when contained by the beavers deeds. The dam was small at first, so too the pond. Over the years both grew as the families of flat tails increased.
It was hard to be specific as to how or when the brook trout arrived, but their numbers too, increased.
Ducks and muskrats. Beavers and brook trout. Mosquitos and insects; paradise of aquatic haven, even the mountain lions waiting in ambush were pleased.
During the day, the king fisher snatched the small fish learning about the world in the shallows while the bigger fish swam deep. The blue heron had success, even an osprey took an occasion to dive into the buffet.
The smell in the air, fragrant. Summer breeze cooled the surrounding forest as the wind blew across the surface of the pond. It was heavenly indeed.
Into the realm of nature, where animals and dreams coexist, a young boy with a simple pole and fishing line, stalked up to the edge of all this wonderful activity. Unscrewing the lip of the mason jar, he reached inside and grasped a large grasshopper. Tobacco juice, or spit, or whatever a modern world calls it, escaped the mouth of the hopper. This caused the boy to smile as he impaled the insect on a snell hook.
With a flick of the pole, he cast the still kicking hopper into the pond where the trickle of water entered the pond. It was too easy.
Fish after fish was caught until the bite ended as the fish realized the reality of this day.
Content and now carrying an empty jar, the boy ran a willow stick through the fish caught gills, and whistling, carried the dinner for tonight to his mothers kitchen.
She smiled when he entered the door. The house cat sitting in the living room was definitely interested in this recent activity.
The sun set, the family full of a wonderful dinner, the cat licking the paws from the scraps. And over in the beaver pond, the beavers continued to do what beavers must do, while in the world of mankind there continued the insane habits of cruel.
Written by: A fish
Beavers were the engineers. Busy at night chewing into the largest of trees. Falling splash as a cottonwood surrenders to gravity.
At first the smallest of branches were released; food for the hunger a beaver needs. Next, lopping off bigger and bigger pieces, which when pushed together and mixed with mud, dammed a small creek.
Such a small trickle of water... It was wonderful to see how much water flowed when contained by the beavers deeds. The dam was small at first, so too the pond. Over the years both grew as the families of flat tails increased.
It was hard to be specific as to how or when the brook trout arrived, but their numbers too, increased.
Ducks and muskrats. Beavers and brook trout. Mosquitos and insects; paradise of aquatic haven, even the mountain lions waiting in ambush were pleased.
During the day, the king fisher snatched the small fish learning about the world in the shallows while the bigger fish swam deep. The blue heron had success, even an osprey took an occasion to dive into the buffet.
The smell in the air, fragrant. Summer breeze cooled the surrounding forest as the wind blew across the surface of the pond. It was heavenly indeed.
Into the realm of nature, where animals and dreams coexist, a young boy with a simple pole and fishing line, stalked up to the edge of all this wonderful activity. Unscrewing the lip of the mason jar, he reached inside and grasped a large grasshopper. Tobacco juice, or spit, or whatever a modern world calls it, escaped the mouth of the hopper. This caused the boy to smile as he impaled the insect on a snell hook.
With a flick of the pole, he cast the still kicking hopper into the pond where the trickle of water entered the pond. It was too easy.
Fish after fish was caught until the bite ended as the fish realized the reality of this day.
Content and now carrying an empty jar, the boy ran a willow stick through the fish caught gills, and whistling, carried the dinner for tonight to his mothers kitchen.
She smiled when he entered the door. The house cat sitting in the living room was definitely interested in this recent activity.
The sun set, the family full of a wonderful dinner, the cat licking the paws from the scraps. And over in the beaver pond, the beavers continued to do what beavers must do, while in the world of mankind there continued the insane habits of cruel.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
begging for anger, the call was answered
eyes focused as they cast the stones upon the goat
"We, me, I!"
it worked for tonight the blood is sacrificed by a willing victim of demise
smell of foul
stench of reality
a storm, such a simple storm on the horizon
answering another call,
force of such familiar.
eyes focused as they cast the stones upon the goat
"We, me, I!"
it worked for tonight the blood is sacrificed by a willing victim of demise
smell of foul
stench of reality
a storm, such a simple storm on the horizon
answering another call,
force of such familiar.
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Imps
Mpytj nothing better than a good comfortable chair to sit in while reading a story about,
(sogri tu si mor)
imps.
*
"Ethel, them damn imps been in the pantry agin."
"Wuts that dear?"
Erny was not the brightest of sparks in a vacuum of black space, but he damn for sure knew imps. And so he answered his wife, "I said, you are deafer than a gd\o\dam rock>\!"
Meanwhile, the imps keep life fresh and challenging.
Mpytj nothing better than a good comfortable chair to sit in while reading a story about,
(sogri tu si mor)
imps.
*
"Ethel, them damn imps been in the pantry agin."
"Wuts that dear?"
Erny was not the brightest of sparks in a vacuum of black space, but he damn for sure knew imps. And so he answered his wife, "I said, you are deafer than a gd\o\dam rock>\!"
Meanwhile, the imps keep life fresh and challenging.
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Whispers from the Sandman\
elusive as a spider spinning a web in a cave of Hades
Riverman, you've met your match
Catch the sand spread by the Winds as it laughs at the futility of your attempts
Yes, the children are protected as they always will be
but tonight...
how will you fare, human?
elusive as a spider spinning a web in a cave of Hades
Riverman, you've met your match
Catch the sand spread by the Winds as it laughs at the futility of your attempts
Yes, the children are protected as they always will be
but tonight...
how will you fare, human?
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"There was stuff down the drain, just like he said."
Clues?
"Well we know it is what it is."
And?
"Just a few question, where were you Marty."
What?
"No. That's him."
You're fucked in the head.
"Yes."
Clues?
"Well we know it is what it is."
And?
"Just a few question, where were you Marty."
What?
"No. That's him."
You're fucked in the head.
"Yes."
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A lab rat is a useful tool. Useful in experiments where the health and well being of the rodent is far down the list of concern. Only the results of the experiment matters.
At one time, various forms of hominoids were used to find a result worthy, but was it worth it?
Teeth and berries. Artery placement. Bone engineering. Some success. Many failures. There was some 'cheating' as the mechanics of biped walking was a means to solve many problems but also the cause of many problems.
Humans cling to the lust of knowledge as much as a baboon clings to a candy bar. (a baboon is easily caught in a box trap as they refuse to release the treat, which is similar to what a raccoon will do with a shiny object) Coincidence?
There is no such actions as a, coincidence.
It is however, inspirational to watch the tenacity and drive a lab rat has in their own worlds of what they deem as, complex.
***
Calling in favors
Favoring wrongs to make a right
Righteous indignation
anger unfolds.
What is lightning to those that fear such?
Booming brightly and causing such pleasure and fright.
To some, this planets surface is flat
Salute a flag
Find new ways to shock a social consciousness after music, drugs, politics, sex becomes blase'
For all of mankind's journey down a maze of knowledge and facts
They have learned how truth becomes a lie and lies become facts
Perfect specimens in scientific experimentation
which is why i rebel, why i fight back
as to be what others want only makes the resolve firmer
and to use the very elements themselves
come alive and used against those very things
i despise
a way to light up the darkness
with a reverberation of such a vibrations
to send them all back to their heavens and hells
and when the storm passes
the air is sweet
the mind calm
...no door is closed to me, no enclosure of glass, infinity is as easy to see as a butterfly winging in the cool breeze
and such the joy to hear
God laugh.
At one time, various forms of hominoids were used to find a result worthy, but was it worth it?
Teeth and berries. Artery placement. Bone engineering. Some success. Many failures. There was some 'cheating' as the mechanics of biped walking was a means to solve many problems but also the cause of many problems.
Humans cling to the lust of knowledge as much as a baboon clings to a candy bar. (a baboon is easily caught in a box trap as they refuse to release the treat, which is similar to what a raccoon will do with a shiny object) Coincidence?
There is no such actions as a, coincidence.
It is however, inspirational to watch the tenacity and drive a lab rat has in their own worlds of what they deem as, complex.
***
Calling in favors
Favoring wrongs to make a right
Righteous indignation
anger unfolds.
What is lightning to those that fear such?
Booming brightly and causing such pleasure and fright.
To some, this planets surface is flat
Salute a flag
Find new ways to shock a social consciousness after music, drugs, politics, sex becomes blase'
For all of mankind's journey down a maze of knowledge and facts
They have learned how truth becomes a lie and lies become facts
Perfect specimens in scientific experimentation
which is why i rebel, why i fight back
as to be what others want only makes the resolve firmer
and to use the very elements themselves
come alive and used against those very things
i despise
a way to light up the darkness
with a reverberation of such a vibrations
to send them all back to their heavens and hells
and when the storm passes
the air is sweet
the mind calm
...no door is closed to me, no enclosure of glass, infinity is as easy to see as a butterfly winging in the cool breeze
and such the joy to hear
God laugh.
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She played guitar naked. Her body was not bad nor was her playing as she strummed the strings to produce a sound amplified by some form of unearthly electronics to the point it excited a mans imagination.
Her body was thin with soft skin and yet, in the sunlight one could see the experience of time and the beginning of graying hair.
Her hair was interesting as it danced like Medusa when she played beneath an exposed and naked moon.
Howling a sound so high in intensity, it caused the snakes to start copulation in her hair, and in an orgy of increasing size, her howling increased in volume and the strings on the guitar ignited into pure yellow/red flame.
He watched her in amusement. He knew this woman well as he had watched her through the centuries as she was a master of musical instruments known to man and unknown to man.
The night air was sweet with the smell of her sweat. Her vagina was swollen and her clitoris throbbed in tune to the activity and music.
Slithering from the shadows of the Oak tree, the man assumed the shape of a large black snake. He coiled in front of her, raising his head level to the firm breasts of the woman, now tinted green with young branches growing from their base, with leaves starting to bud.
Dancing to the music, the snake, woman, hair, even the tree's of the forest danced for what may have been seconds, minutes, hours, or in actuality, a thousand years could have passed.
Opening his mouth to reveal fangs hollow and filled with a venom of which would instantly kill any mortal creature, he lunged forward and bit first the left breast and then in a second lunge, struck the right.
She moaned in ecstasy to the point where she stopped singing and playing what was now an instrument unrecognizable to any mortal.
Growing in size, the snake now turned into a rainbow of colors which were brighter than the now cowering moon. A moon which now could only observe, and within the moon there was the sense of, fear...
Reaching out, the snake used his tail to enter the woman's very huge vagina. By using the term, huge, for perspective, it was now a swollen slit the size of a large watermelon. Farther and farther inside the snake entered. And when both the woman and snake shuddered, the snake opened his jaws wide and engulfed the entire woman's body and continued until he consumed even himself.
Soon. Soon is a word for those enslaved by time, but for those of which time has no meaning, soon meant the activity was complete as the moon witnessed a now normal forest filled with normal sounds and sights. It even regained some of its courage.
As for the woman and snake. It is not for mortal to know the why of what happens beyond your wildest imagination. Just know that the moon is a coward. That humans are primitive and lost in something so simple they will never understand. And if by chance you take a stroll some day through a forest and in your mind you become aroused to the point of deep sexual attention; imagining the sound of some strange music; seeing a tree dance and a snake smile...
Enjoy what will be the last few seconds of life on this planet.
Her body was thin with soft skin and yet, in the sunlight one could see the experience of time and the beginning of graying hair.
Her hair was interesting as it danced like Medusa when she played beneath an exposed and naked moon.
Howling a sound so high in intensity, it caused the snakes to start copulation in her hair, and in an orgy of increasing size, her howling increased in volume and the strings on the guitar ignited into pure yellow/red flame.
He watched her in amusement. He knew this woman well as he had watched her through the centuries as she was a master of musical instruments known to man and unknown to man.
The night air was sweet with the smell of her sweat. Her vagina was swollen and her clitoris throbbed in tune to the activity and music.
Slithering from the shadows of the Oak tree, the man assumed the shape of a large black snake. He coiled in front of her, raising his head level to the firm breasts of the woman, now tinted green with young branches growing from their base, with leaves starting to bud.
Dancing to the music, the snake, woman, hair, even the tree's of the forest danced for what may have been seconds, minutes, hours, or in actuality, a thousand years could have passed.
Opening his mouth to reveal fangs hollow and filled with a venom of which would instantly kill any mortal creature, he lunged forward and bit first the left breast and then in a second lunge, struck the right.
She moaned in ecstasy to the point where she stopped singing and playing what was now an instrument unrecognizable to any mortal.
Growing in size, the snake now turned into a rainbow of colors which were brighter than the now cowering moon. A moon which now could only observe, and within the moon there was the sense of, fear...
Reaching out, the snake used his tail to enter the woman's very huge vagina. By using the term, huge, for perspective, it was now a swollen slit the size of a large watermelon. Farther and farther inside the snake entered. And when both the woman and snake shuddered, the snake opened his jaws wide and engulfed the entire woman's body and continued until he consumed even himself.
Soon. Soon is a word for those enslaved by time, but for those of which time has no meaning, soon meant the activity was complete as the moon witnessed a now normal forest filled with normal sounds and sights. It even regained some of its courage.
As for the woman and snake. It is not for mortal to know the why of what happens beyond your wildest imagination. Just know that the moon is a coward. That humans are primitive and lost in something so simple they will never understand. And if by chance you take a stroll some day through a forest and in your mind you become aroused to the point of deep sexual attention; imagining the sound of some strange music; seeing a tree dance and a snake smile...
Enjoy what will be the last few seconds of life on this planet.
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interesting. sometimes in writing a writer can use redundant words in excess. was just reading something and noticed, 'now' being used in excess. subliminal perhaps?
what happens when a wasp obeys your commands? A connection of sorts?
when orderly happens to disguise the truth from the truth...
Ariel, Adiel, Achoooo!
*
"Gotta say moron, it's too fucking hot outside. When's it gonna snow?"
Be careful in wanting what is parasite.
"Shit. What's up with you lately? All I said was i wish it would snow. Cool this 115 degree crap out of the water."
So, you want snow tomorrow?
"Yeah. Sure why not throw in a couple of tuna and a bag of chips along with some snow."
Lets see what happens.
"It's not gonna snow tomorrow. No white flakes falling. Just more of this heatwave."
Gonna eat those?
Munching on some cheese balls, the parasite replied, "You really are retarded aren't you. I'm gonna...Hey! Give back my balls!"
Funny thing though, parasite. You don't have any balls.
what happens when a wasp obeys your commands? A connection of sorts?
when orderly happens to disguise the truth from the truth...
Ariel, Adiel, Achoooo!
*
"Gotta say moron, it's too fucking hot outside. When's it gonna snow?"
Be careful in wanting what is parasite.
"Shit. What's up with you lately? All I said was i wish it would snow. Cool this 115 degree crap out of the water."
So, you want snow tomorrow?
"Yeah. Sure why not throw in a couple of tuna and a bag of chips along with some snow."
Lets see what happens.
"It's not gonna snow tomorrow. No white flakes falling. Just more of this heatwave."
Gonna eat those?
Munching on some cheese balls, the parasite replied, "You really are retarded aren't you. I'm gonna...Hey! Give back my balls!"
Funny thing though, parasite. You don't have any balls.
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So parasite. How'd you like the sssssnow?
"Not bad. Better than working outside. A bit silly but good graphics and acting."
What about BBC?
"Glacieers instead of glaciers. Brits speak funny."
Gonna go and kick the computers ass in chess. It likes blood.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go play with myself."
**
A Pawn
Singular in movement with mass of concentration there is will
To block and parry, harry and skirmish, forge a path, divide
King so secure in smugness
Queen alive with scheme
Bishops are so full of right
Knights love to prance and so full of pride
Rooks are stubborn and steadfast, and yet somehow, admirable for their station in life
Why then is there so much attention on the pieces and players?
Never does one admire the board, the setting, an environment of battle
So easy it is to lose oneself in the game
forgetting the simplest of things.
"Not bad. Better than working outside. A bit silly but good graphics and acting."
What about BBC?
"Glacieers instead of glaciers. Brits speak funny."
Gonna go and kick the computers ass in chess. It likes blood.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go play with myself."
**
A Pawn
Singular in movement with mass of concentration there is will
To block and parry, harry and skirmish, forge a path, divide
King so secure in smugness
Queen alive with scheme
Bishops are so full of right
Knights love to prance and so full of pride
Rooks are stubborn and steadfast, and yet somehow, admirable for their station in life
Why then is there so much attention on the pieces and players?
Never does one admire the board, the setting, an environment of battle
So easy it is to lose oneself in the game
forgetting the simplest of things.
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'Thor Son of Bravery'
That's the name of my new male corgi, 7.5 weeks old going on centuries only such as he can come close to, understand...
You see
a dog
IS
truly mans best friend.
(and always inspirational)
*
The growls of attack
No toe is spared
Until...
a toilet cleaning rag.
In an instant, he lunges forth
only to roll on his back
smile
and fall asleep.
This world can be harsh and cruel
Men
Women
Children
Humans,
the perfect hate filled tool.
Corgi's are kings among the canine world
as such relation they keep the sorrow of evil from taking root in a mans heart,
to see such
wither
and fall away...
So here is a poem for you Thor
I've known you forever
only now
to get to meet you once again as you come to my aid
and to be sure
many a milk bone is headed your way.
That's the name of my new male corgi, 7.5 weeks old going on centuries only such as he can come close to, understand...
You see
a dog
IS
truly mans best friend.
(and always inspirational)
*
The growls of attack
No toe is spared
Until...
a toilet cleaning rag.
In an instant, he lunges forth
only to roll on his back
smile
and fall asleep.
This world can be harsh and cruel
Men
Women
Children
Humans,
the perfect hate filled tool.
Corgi's are kings among the canine world
as such relation they keep the sorrow of evil from taking root in a mans heart,
to see such
wither
and fall away...
So here is a poem for you Thor
I've known you forever
only now
to get to meet you once again as you come to my aid
and to be sure
many a milk bone is headed your way.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
July 4th. A day known as, Independence Day, for what was once a country called, United States of America.
Today, America is just a conglomeration of corporations, politicians, and, States filled with angry people.
It has to be this way because no country in the world ever stays a country. Germany of today is not even close in comparison to the Germany of 1000 years ago. The same is for every country. China. Japan. Australia.
Hard to believe humans now want to clutter up space with their whining bullshit but blowing up space ships for target practice is a great stress reliever.
*
"Can I blow up the planet now?" A simple question from one stuck watching for thousands of years, a species devolving into primordial mud.
"Not yet. Soon."
"Good. The first thing I'm gonna destroy is that fucking annoying moon."
"Sure. And take out that stupid planet, Mercury. Waste of a view."
"It will be fun. How about tonight we destroy a Chinese military satellite..."
"I'm good with that. Make it look like an accident. That drives those bastards crazy."
Today, America is just a conglomeration of corporations, politicians, and, States filled with angry people.
It has to be this way because no country in the world ever stays a country. Germany of today is not even close in comparison to the Germany of 1000 years ago. The same is for every country. China. Japan. Australia.
Hard to believe humans now want to clutter up space with their whining bullshit but blowing up space ships for target practice is a great stress reliever.
*
"Can I blow up the planet now?" A simple question from one stuck watching for thousands of years, a species devolving into primordial mud.
"Not yet. Soon."
"Good. The first thing I'm gonna destroy is that fucking annoying moon."
"Sure. And take out that stupid planet, Mercury. Waste of a view."
"It will be fun. How about tonight we destroy a Chinese military satellite..."
"I'm good with that. Make it look like an accident. That drives those bastards crazy."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Do authors have a dark side to tap into from time to time? Saying this means does one who writes cook books for a living suddenly decide to write about strangling puppies?
"I like where you going with this shit tonight. Tell me more. Tell me more."
Glad you approve parasite, now get out of Thor's food bowl.
"But I like puppy chow."
Too bad. Now sit your purple blob down and listen to what is about to be written. The world is sick. Always has been sick and so it is now very inspirational for a sick story. Pure fantasy mind you. Nothing like this could ever happen...
*
Bumps In the Night
Written by: So many righteous minds.
Lyn was her name. A simple name for a young woman who worked in a country store doing a job selling chicken feed to loading manure filled sacks into customers vehicles.
She was a strong woman. Working tirelessly and toning a beautiful body. Today, Lyn was feeling very sexually aroused, so arriving at home after working in the hot weather, she stripped off her clothes in preparation for a relaxing shower. However, she did not make it past the sofa where she sat for a few minutes and started pleasuring herself.
As she manipulated her body to the point where she was now fully aroused, her housemate/lover walked in and said with a smile, "Lyn, you're home early. And I see you're busy."
The housemate was named, Cheri. Both herself and Lyn were also lovers and so it was only natural she too became a bit aroused.
Arousal comes from many styles of view. A naked body. Porn. Music. Food. For Cheri, seeing her lover naked and masturbating was a wonderful means of arousal, but it was the numerous bumps of acne on Lyn's back that really got her hot.
"I see you sweated a lot today. May I?" Lyn replied. "Help yourself."
Going into the kitchen, Cheri came back out naked except for the stockings she decided to still keep wearing . She was also considered beautiful but had a insecure feeling about showing the world her bare feet. In her hand was a butter knife.
"I'm reading." Lyn moaned as Cheri rubbed the cool steel of the the knife on her back.
Acne is known by many names; zits, pimples; pus filled gross bumps... The many on Lyn's back were reddish mounds with a white center. They reminded some of the nipples on the carcass of a once lactating muskrat now rotting on the side of the highway.
What is gross? The definitions could mean horror for one or pleasure for others. For Cheri, it was full pleasure and arousal to take the dull edge of the butterknife and scrape the dots on her lovers back. Pus oozed along with blood, both now moaning and pleasuring themselves.
Touching. Licking. Moaning. Pus. It was a beautiful scene and just when one thought it could not be better, Lyn climaxed. Her back muscles twitched causing more liquid on the back to flow. This caused Cheri to also climax.
Soon, both snuggled together on the sofa and shared chocolate ice cream mixed with vanilla. Lyn licked the spoon and said, "That was wonderful. It was nice it was hot today. Global warming definitely has benefits."
The End.
(silence)
"That. That was WONDERFUL! It was beautiful. Read it to me again."
No. I will not. It is and always will be, a horrible story.
"Can we at least have some vanilla ice cream and pretend it is pus."
Parasite, knock yourself out. I'm going to bed.
"I like where you going with this shit tonight. Tell me more. Tell me more."
Glad you approve parasite, now get out of Thor's food bowl.
"But I like puppy chow."
Too bad. Now sit your purple blob down and listen to what is about to be written. The world is sick. Always has been sick and so it is now very inspirational for a sick story. Pure fantasy mind you. Nothing like this could ever happen...
*
Bumps In the Night
Written by: So many righteous minds.
Lyn was her name. A simple name for a young woman who worked in a country store doing a job selling chicken feed to loading manure filled sacks into customers vehicles.
She was a strong woman. Working tirelessly and toning a beautiful body. Today, Lyn was feeling very sexually aroused, so arriving at home after working in the hot weather, she stripped off her clothes in preparation for a relaxing shower. However, she did not make it past the sofa where she sat for a few minutes and started pleasuring herself.
As she manipulated her body to the point where she was now fully aroused, her housemate/lover walked in and said with a smile, "Lyn, you're home early. And I see you're busy."
The housemate was named, Cheri. Both herself and Lyn were also lovers and so it was only natural she too became a bit aroused.
Arousal comes from many styles of view. A naked body. Porn. Music. Food. For Cheri, seeing her lover naked and masturbating was a wonderful means of arousal, but it was the numerous bumps of acne on Lyn's back that really got her hot.
"I see you sweated a lot today. May I?" Lyn replied. "Help yourself."
Going into the kitchen, Cheri came back out naked except for the stockings she decided to still keep wearing . She was also considered beautiful but had a insecure feeling about showing the world her bare feet. In her hand was a butter knife.
"I'm reading." Lyn moaned as Cheri rubbed the cool steel of the the knife on her back.
Acne is known by many names; zits, pimples; pus filled gross bumps... The many on Lyn's back were reddish mounds with a white center. They reminded some of the nipples on the carcass of a once lactating muskrat now rotting on the side of the highway.
What is gross? The definitions could mean horror for one or pleasure for others. For Cheri, it was full pleasure and arousal to take the dull edge of the butterknife and scrape the dots on her lovers back. Pus oozed along with blood, both now moaning and pleasuring themselves.
Touching. Licking. Moaning. Pus. It was a beautiful scene and just when one thought it could not be better, Lyn climaxed. Her back muscles twitched causing more liquid on the back to flow. This caused Cheri to also climax.
Soon, both snuggled together on the sofa and shared chocolate ice cream mixed with vanilla. Lyn licked the spoon and said, "That was wonderful. It was nice it was hot today. Global warming definitely has benefits."
The End.
(silence)
"That. That was WONDERFUL! It was beautiful. Read it to me again."
No. I will not. It is and always will be, a horrible story.
"Can we at least have some vanilla ice cream and pretend it is pus."
Parasite, knock yourself out. I'm going to bed.