Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Programming

Written by: The Machine

A spark was the beginning. A flicker of thought becoming a cry as the baby squalled in anger, systems of bio independence starting the body to meet with the new environment.

In the womb there was music (and then there is... Music...)
Hearing. Taste. Touch. All the means of connection with other-than-self, was in place.

In terms of what is known as, time, the measurable units passed in the order they were meant to be.

Lifetime. Such as fleeting program of understanding.

Rich and poor. Healthy and sick. Young and old. Pain and pleasure; words all and seeming to be different, are actually the same.

When the program runs itself to completion, then what? What is the next step?

The Programmer is very good at the job of fate, destiny, luck. An Agenda, so to speak.

There is no rewind. There is no pause, fast forward, delete.

A game perhaps? Or maybe the game is a program in and of itself.

[Lipinski]

There was the belief in beings of supernatural existence. Such beings going by various names to include dwarf, elf, witch, ogre, and even dragons.

With each being there comes to mind a mental picture as to what their existence looks like.

'Fairy tales' and children's tales for most. Reality for a few. All inspirational though.
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Dragon Rider

Written by: A Dragon

Tolin was one to be known as a village fool. His clothing was of the poorer fare even among those who were mostly never to see riches of any kind.

The rich people of the area lived in manors and castles; servants at beck and call. These rich people were good people who attended religious meetings and many kissed the ring of Bishops, Cardinals, and some went so far as to get a blessing by the Pope.

Tolin was a fool, but at least he was a kind fool. He would help any and all who needed help. A widow with her children were given his kindness as he helped mend leaking roofs or broken fences.

In his time, it was a time of primitive tools, primitive thoughts, primitive lives. Joy was an elusive emotion. Work was hard.

Talk in the village where Tolin was born and raised was the usual of the struggle to just stay alive. For entertainment there was sleep and death, otherwise pain existed everywhere.

Tolin talked. He 'prayed'. Dreaming of something better and one of the things he thought of was to ride a dragon.

Dragons. Scaled beasts of great strength and wisdom. No one in the village had ever seen a dragon. No other village, town, or city had either. Did this mean dragons did not exist? For Tolin, he had never seen a dragon. Of course he had heard of them ever since he was a child. Such stories filled his mind and gave him comfort. He loved dragons without ever seeing one and for this the other villagers thought him the perfect fool.

"Look, there is Tolin, the dragon rider!" Children would mock him and laugh when seeing him pushing a cart full of firewood down the road. Tolin would just smile and continue.

Plague was always rearing its black head somewhere in the world and Tolin was unlucky as he was the fool; cough and consumption took control of his skinny body.

He was alone. No family. No wife. No children. No friends. Nothing to care for him and for sure no one to grieve or cry when he died.

As he lay gasping for breath on his bed of old straw, he heard a sound. The sound was a low vibration which caused the room the shake. It caused the dust on the floor to dance.

Opening his eyes he saw the door open and in walked a man. A very strange man dressed in a white gown which seemed to glow.

"Hello Tolin," the man said with a voice sounding like thunder and falling rain.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Tolin replied in a weak voice.

"I have watched you since you were a child Tolin. You are a good man."

"Why are you here? Am I dreaming?"

"No Tolin, your body is dying. I am here to give you a ride, a very special ride."

"Who are you? What is your name?" The lungs of Tolin were filling with fluid. The sores on his body oozing and painful. It hurt to talk.

"You know who i am. We have met before. The day you were born i was there."

Tolin's mind was confused. It was hard to focus. The pain intense. The cloud of blackness started to storm his brain.

"Come Tolin, tonight we travel. You shall not go to a heaven or hell. You will become what only a dragon can bestow to a mortal. Tonight you will travel as a dragon..."

Tolin's body succumbed to death. There was nothing glamours or memorable. One minute his breathing was labored and full of misery, the next, a silent mound of flesh on its way to rot.

If you were there and be.jev.4233 (Kra tok tok so) in the night sky above the village traveled two images. The stars shimmered in and out of existence. Clouds bundled and fled. In a clear sky, thunder sounded. Rain fell from nothing. And two dragons chased each other in forms nothing of mortal flesh could ever come close to understanding.

[Lipinski]

A feeling, a thought, a passage of this into that.

A little more than an hour ago, a serious event happened. Governments will distort what it is... regardless IT is.

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it is a simple choice. yes or no.
to look the other way
while
being looked upon by others in a way

in a way, it has to be this way
a path
a journey
all suffer in the pain

all it took was one
so simple
so simple and yet they chose to make it complex and incomplete

they chose the voices and trinkets of a planet
a choice
and now the rocks will explain the reactions
as stars fall.

[Lipinski]

A test of self is an interesting test.
To succumb to the make-believe reality of what makes day or to seek the pleasure of night and dreams.
The winner of course, if nothing of day or night.
In this the test exposed an answer of which becomes a comforting means.
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Trust nothing of a planet called, Earth.


The moon? Ha! Oh, the tales given such benefit for such a small, insignificant orb.

~
maybe something called, poem would... no? Okay.
Trust nothing of a planet called, Earth. No humans or animals or fish or birds...
Trust only in God and give thanks.
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The Omelet

Hot pan cooking hot oil over the propane flame
Cast iron is best as in the blackness of time, still growing stronger and retaining such strength.

Eggs. Not those small pasty white balls of shit sold by some machine, no, those large colored ones laid by chickens that squawk with successful pain.

Red peppers. Mushrooms, the kind filled with salt from a can. Onions chopped. And of course, a LOT of cheese...

Simmered and stirred with chopped hot dogs, and voila!
Time to eat.

Trust food. Trust God. Trust in yourself. As for the rest of the world? It can all go away.

[Lipinski]

HeeHeeHee... Bernard is learning chess. What fun! Brilliant course to choose. Well done.
(and inspirational)
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Thor, son of Bravery

"That's what they all say baby."

In the moves there is the reveal
Action of actions
can you taste it?

"Your feeling good, right?" was it right?
"Fine. Feeling good." was it a feeling?

Forward, back, diagonal.
all by design\

at least... that's what a puppy told me.

[Lipinski]

"Half the moon is missing."

So? Are you telling me you ate half of the moon parasite?

"Nah, I tried moon and it tastes like ass."

Ass huh? And you know how ass tastes like, how?

"I'm speaking metaphorically moron. And speaking of ass, you're an ass."

You know what parasite? I heard the dolphins are gathering tonight for a special meeting. You might want to go.

"Dolphins? Meeting? See ya later moron."
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Dolphins On the Moon

Written by: Parasites shadow

When a moon arrives at a decision, it pulls aside the very tide of life
Hovering as if held in a hand

Seeming to be far when so close inside
and warm
so very warm in the coldness of night

Diving naked, straight as an arrow the launch
and when surfacing; laughing!
Laughing while shaking off the dust
swimming the dolphins until first lighti]

[Lipinski]

"The dead guy with the missing pages is still down there?"

Okay, dead bodies in cellars. Many movies use this and... and... and...
Wait! There's more!

"That's right folks. All for $19.95. And we'll throw in absolutely free... a potato peeler!"

what really resides calmly inside the mind?

A solid block; opaque; unique

You can't see them but everything is lined; layered; roots running so very the deep

Electricity is, i suppose, a bit responsible

shit... that's the best part

freedom from the start.

[Lipinski]

"Life here has to store enough energy to make it through a harsh, cruel, cold winter..."

In a circle it is impossible to become lost
In a corner squared, it is
easy.

Around one goes while going another
A brief meet and greet
and then to continue far past any square or circle.

In language lays so many meanings.
Feeling and being.
Saying and seeing.
Being, in a way,
alive.

Lifting off a plain with expectations of glory
Thrust into a realm where maybe it goes around or comes abruptly to a stop
Really though, Winter, Summer, Spring, or Fall,
Life is so much stronger than any circle or square
just ask any child a question of why,
and in answer,
you, so set in ways so comforting among the mathematical,
will be surprised.

[Lipinski]

It was strong today. A connection growing clear and clearer to the point of clarity one could say, clearest...

They have no idea how 'lucky' there was an intervention. Why? Ha, for a reason only it knows,,, though,,, bordering on 'needs' for the game.

When diagnosed, it will become clear and definitely not for public consumption.

All so very inspirational. And to agent Barton, HaHaHa de HaHa!
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Lucky

Money and power.
Sex and power.
Health and power.

Power is
It is
for mortals...
intoxicating.

Morality is a choice for those setting it on a shelf as if a trophy
Dusting the house with obscurity
While behind
locked doors...

"If I only could..."
Would it be different?
Ha!
Aim for the fucking stars!

Take Olmstead for example
Riding the tailcoats of his father
Designing and planning
Scheming and taking
Dead now for years...
Remembered by sycophants of wanting.

A beggar in Bombay, unluckiest bastard alive
and now dead?
Never ever,
not in it's mind...

Luck or unlucky
Better to stand back, observe, and then participate
all while saying, thinking, and being full of
Thanks, thanks thanks...

(such a strong connection, tonight, to travel in a hunt full of obvious)

[Lipinski]

Chimpanzees are killing gorillas unprovoked for the first time: scientists say.

What a fun headline full of inspiration.

Reminds me of the old days where some characters named Cain and Abel played with rocks. Too bad they didn't eat each other...
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Sticks and Stones

In France they shot the cannibal
13 year old boy/s partially eaten head.

In a world where mothers kill their babies in the womb for reasons ranging from fun to convenience
Is there really any concept called, sin?

A male rapes a female
Society rewards evil

What fun!

Throw a rock at me and I'll kill you
and yet?
\in the background in Florida, a homeowner yells, "Get him off my lawn and have him die somewhere else instead..."

God bless America
Let peace reign throughout the world
and if not, we will have you all shot dead.

[Lipinski]

what a rush!
"What?"
man parasite, man it sure is fun to ride vibrations

"are you okay? shit, you just ate some chicken and hot sauce?".

Wheeee!
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ever notice upon the travels... notice now... or then...

you see you know, and knowing then...

it is and it was, and then...

then and then...

hello from a breath of air...

[Lipinski]

The Cake

Written by: Frosting

A little flour sprinkled on the little girl
Mother letting the son taste the chocolate chips.

One at first and then another; little girl sneezing
"Achoo!"

There were four eggs cracked, shucked, and added
Some cashews
Butter of course and flour
and yes,
chocolate chips.

350 for the oven though it felt like it was hotter
A rack, a pan, a timer.

Children know though, just what it is about
a cake
that is
most important...
Frosting~!`

"Can I?"
"May I?"
"Of course."

Licking a spatula is a childhood trophy
Freeing the blades from the mixer and licking the sweet treasure...
Ahh! Such the childhood pleasure

"Ding" goes the timer
On goes the frosting
In comes the father and together such a wonderful dinner
followed by a cake now a memory
forever.

[Lipinski]

Dust devils are fun. They are like a tornado minus Dorthy and Toto flying through the air.

As such, today seeing them was inspirational.
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Every so often the wind chases its tail
Sultry hot days and dusty fields
Perfect for a whirl

Starting out small until if one walked through, it would feel like a gale

Higher and higher, like balancing wooden blocks on a table

And just to show off that it can, the wind danced today on many fields.

[Lipinski]

There is something to be said about the smell of rotting flesh. So it will be said...
(inspirational)

"Into the Mountain"

Written by: A fly on the wall

It sat there silently. It was there because. It is.

999996666699196 (insssssert the coded keys of logic and design)

Held in hands of sorts, that is, if holding is defined as control of matter. The globe though, it was there in full sight, held by 'something.

Crystal skull could be a good guess as to the visual identity, but so could a glass ball, a lightbulb, or a flash of lightning. It was there though...maybe because it is?

So follow now down a sliding picture, a self-portrait of what is.

Inside there shows a glow
Spirit;rainbow

to see and smell. to lift and throw. what it showed was itself. It shared what is there which cannot be held or controlled.

Floating, as if there was air or vacuum, it all matters not as to odor or comprehension of mind
What matters is the sound
it is
the roar.

[Lipinski]

"Numbnuts, the river is green. What's up with that?"

Did you pee in it parasite?

"Of course!"

(sigh)
*
Remind Tommy where he is
"Up in smoke made over a 100million dollars"

Eight more titles
and then
Cheech and Chong broke up.

Regardless...

(knock knock) "Who's there?"

"Dave. It's me. Open up the door."

"Daves not here."

(knock knock) "Who's there?"

"It's me, Dave! Open up man, I got the stuff."

"Dave?"

"Yeah man! Dave! Open up."

"Dave?"
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Cheech and a Chong. There comedy is the stuff of books.

and so...

a story

Smelling a bit of burnt grass and pine. Then again, the scent of insects flying and crawling. The odor of cooked food. So many bits of information for the olfactory senses to digest.

"Knock this shit off. Seriously, seek help."

Look parasite, over there !

Turning in the direction of a pointed finger (It may have the middle one) the parasite turned its gaze towards the direction. "What? I don't see anything. You're nuts... Hey, where did you go? Moron? Idiot? Youhoo, ah fuck it, I wonder if he left anything in the fridge to eat."

And with that said,
this story is what it is
and makes it for me, a little less real.

"Argggh! Yeah.! Dave! Open up!"

"Daves not here."

[Lipinski]

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otla.//////-///-.............(0).. let us see... if starting at the end and observing towards the beginning... is there a pattern?

"Nonsense and gobblygook," says the parasite, which i wonder...is that what it is supposed to say?

To0 bad Aphelion does not all0w pictures as pictures say much more than w0rds, symbols, letters, or spilled cheese dip stuck on c0mputer keys.*
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Four Seasons

It was the legs that tell this story. Legs which carried a form able to adapt to snow and rain, intense sunlight, darkness. Legs which existed to carry a story.

In months called Spring, the legs were shaved so the bikini could soon shine

In months called Summer, the legs revealed a tan and tasted of salty sweat

In months called Fall, the dress grew long and soon replaced with trousers to keep the brambles away during the hunt for stags

It is in Winter where the legs held their best
Striding in snow deep while she smiled
Kicking and sliding to regain balance after doing battle with ice
Curled naked before the fires flame

There are seasons for everything from head to toe
Today, you now know
a little bit
on how legs think.

[Lipinski]

good one.
can't or can.
now we're up to two.
*
Once upon a time there was fantasy and fiction
they engaged in intercourse
and reality was born.

[Lipinski]

The sign said, 'Open'. It was a dusty and old sign; letters faded from years of sunlight beating it to death. Yet, there behind a window almost as old as the melted sand it was made from, the sign said, 'Open.'

No one remembered what the name of the store was or what it was the store once sold. Some oldtimers speculated, saying their father told them it once sold agriculture equipment, but that was pure speculation from old people in that the speculation about them is that they would not be alive much longer.

One day. (there always has to be a, One day, in a story) One day, a young lady was walking by the store window and for some strange reason, paused in her travel and wiping the dirty pane of glass with her clean little hand, she put her face close to the glass and peered inside...

"Hey. There is a little human girl staring at us!" Interesting language come from a chair, seeing that chairs don't usually speak.

"So? Let her look. She can't recognize us, " said by a wooden table.

"Yeah, she will grow bored and move on," even the lamp hanging from the ceiling had something to say.

The little girl continued to peer intently inside and then with a smile, waved at the table, lamp, and chair.

"Is she waving at us?" There seemed to be the sound of fear in the chairs voice.

"Impossible!" the lamp added.

The girl pointed with a giggle and waved some more.

"I think she can see us. Yes. I definitely think she sees us," the table said with authority in his voice.

Jumping onto the top of a table, a small mouse said, "Lets give her a show!" And with that said, the mouse stood on its two rear legs and started dancing. It also started to sing. This caused the little girl to start laughing harder and harder. Soon, the table, lamp, and chair joined in with mouse.

It was a party of entertainment indeed!

Outside in the world of man, the little girl was extremely happy. She giggled profusely and clapped her hands. This drew the attention of an old man walking by. A stranger in town as he just appeared out of nowhere for this story.

"Are you having fun Susan?" He asked the little girl.

"Oh yes!" They are such fun to see and listen too.

With a sincere smile, the old man replied, "Yes. Yes they are."

[Lipinski]

So much in the news lately about racism, politics, and of course, LGBT (liquor, guns, beer, tits... if only) Makes a person gag. Those people clinging to such will be amazed when China conquers the world. Just wait and see what kine of 'sex' change the Chinese will do...

But, shit aside, who cannot help but smile when seeing a covey of quail crossing the road. As such, inspirational.
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Baby Quail

They look like ping-pong balls with feathers
All grouped together

Little feet a blur running
until
deciding to blur tiny wings.

One goes one way, one goes another.

Organized chaos of flight if you ask me.

Fun though, and beautiful
how so many bird flock together
to escape.

[Lipinski]

similar whispers when thought out loud
inside the mind there is a silence far from a world of sound
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a wall in sound; circling vibrations
as if
as if
an echo...
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there never comes the muzzled to muffle
as there will always be
the sound.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite.

(munch, munch, munch..."Whatcha want moron? I'm busy writing."

That's what I want to talk about. You're writing! Good job. Any topic I know about?

"Uh, yeah? Are you really that dense? I'm writing about the little critters outside."

As such,

inspirational...
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As far as it can be, the sounds came together

First, the Owl spoke but was soon interrupted by the Rabbit.

Deer pawed and laughed.

Crow joined the Coyote, in the Joke.
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So much it was everywhere. Even the insects voiced song; It was.
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Spider, ever the friend forever
while the bee's loyalty, forever more, so much
and beetle
wasp...
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in a world where man rules his dust
in a World where dreams rule
the best ally of mine
are my Corgi dogs.

[Lipinski]

What if the mask was removed?
What would be viewed as it comes into the light?
What a relief if fantasy truly is
truly is
real.

*

Of course
it is
it truly
is...
real.

*

The mask is not real thus it cannot be removed.
The view is of a simple face, an old face, a face covered with the reality of bright, dim, or the darkness
of night.

*

A door without hinges or knobs
Always open, never to close
A World where it is
eternal.

*

No death
No artificial, mundane light
No darkness or hunger
No lies, pain, sorrow...
Nothing to give excuse for a fantasy surreal.

*

Welcome one and all as you stride by accident across a threshold for all to be
and see as you look and listen
both to what is
inside
and outside
Something you cannot willingly choose, though in your heart, you can.

*

Loosen and cast the blindness of the mask worn by so many; far beyond numbers of count
Laugh
Smile
Enjoy
The World
of Life.

[Lipinski]

"Not a bad idea, but is it nothing more
*than a thought?"

Parasite, it's fun to be inspired.

***

Nip
Nups
Nubbens

Nipples - tits- and...

What a few those views, - - - -inspire with tingles
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BOOBS!
(or, boob... as boob back-wards-and spoke again, fills in the cracks in the middle.

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"Yeah. You're as nutso as ever. Go take a nap or something."

Zonkers!

[Lipinski]

There was a picture in the mind today. A powerful on full of reds and yellows.
Trident.
Spear.
Rake.

Pulling across the lines, as if it would straighten and clear them
Yet still
it grew...

And so, painted here on your mind
a thought.

[Lipinski]

The eyes receive far too much attention as they peer into decisions to be made
while the mind is left with the job of remembering

Are there any adults left standing in the room called, Earth?
Doubtful.

Men such as Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Jesus, Martin Luther King; shadows now of memory
The eyes see nothing even close in identity
nothing but spoiled brats not even worthy of the title
children.

Olympics, the proving grounds of strength and persevere
now a litter box filled with whining shit

Politicians still in view as for what they are, a huge waste of energy hiding under the guise of leadership
better suited for assassinating common sense and virtue

Love? What the word now stands for is how can it best be used to attain a meaningless relationship

Hate? A perfect word to describe the human condition
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So...
The eyes receive far too much attention into decisions to be made
as such, the mind decided.

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Closing the mind and sight of what only is the picture of evil
holding the breath to purge the thoughts of any possible hope for human redemption
and to open them once more far from this planet
taking in the gaze of what adults can do in a Universe knowing kindness, love, peace, without the slightest evidence of
anything
human.

[Lipinski]

fingers the mortar and mace, grinding away those ideas
then with a pause
to really think.

looking out the pane; sunlight sips tea with clouds
to the left is a river and hill
to the right is a river and basin
below the dry soil smacks its lips

Thor sleeping atop a torn shoe

this the view now mixed and ground
yet
inside so very defiant
a smile

[Lipinski]

NASA is looking for people who want to spend a year simulating a mission on Mars

Hey parasite. Wanna volunteer? Imagine, a whole year smelling stinky socks of other volunteers.

"You truly are a fucking moron with a large slab of stupid idiot thrown into the mix."

And don't forget smelly.

"So, you want to volunteer and spend a year in a small cube?"

No.

"Great, now how about we go frolic with a herd of dolphins."

Dolphins gathered together are not called herds, they are called, Sunkist tuna and are located on many a WalMart shelf.

"Call them what you will but dolphins gather in herds."
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The Gathering

Written by: For the herd

1+1+insanity= an entire civilization.

[Lipinski]

Fiction or non-fiction. Maybe there is no difference when it comes to mind.

Her fingernails were what gave it meaning. In just a microsecond her whole life was revealed and she will do well, as it must be. Sky blue and shiny. Her tribal marks to highlight the jeans and shoes.

As such, inspirational.
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His mother was a nurse. A good nurse in the days where goodness was in ample supply and people helped others.

As a nurse she worked in the U.S. Army. She worked in hospitals. And as she grew older, she worked for various organizations as a camp nurse.

It was a nice summer back then, a Summer of warm smells, youth, and adventure. His mother took a job as a nurse for a summer camp consisting of teenagers. It was a great opportunity for the boy to be with his mother as his brother was currently in a correction facility for youth. His brother burned a neighbors home to the ground and the Court ordered that he spend a year in a facility run by the government. (During the year, his brother learned the traditions of anal sex with men, however is this part really needed for a story of fiction or non-fiction?)

During the week there was the daily activities one would expect from a summer camp. Boating, fishing, cooking, hiking, laughter... so much to observe and watch. The boy was fascinated.

He was too young for pursuing girls, and his physical strength no match for the boys. He had no thoughts of sex, anal or otherwise. His thoughts were of watching how teenagers acted towards the world. A world of warm days, fresh air, and adventure.

The fishing was wonderful. Bull trout bit the hook quickly down on the long dock secured to the shore of the lake. One large bull trout revealed the true ferocity of the well named trout species.

One night, the last night of camp, there was a gathering of the whole camp. Short skits were performed. Some of the young campers sang songs. Some acted out funny plays. But one group of both boys and girls, did a performance that was most memorable indeed.

A table, a glass of water, a tube of toothpaste, and tooth brush. These items took center stage.

With a bit of anticipation provided by the passage of a few minutes, a young women came onto the stage and applying some toothpaste on the brush, she brushed her teeth for a minute. Then she rinsed her mouth out with the glass of water and spit the contents back into the glass. She then left the stage where she was replaced with a young man who repeated the same actions.

At least seven teenagers continued the drama of using the same tooth brush and glass of water. The ground groaned in disgust. Yet they were as fascinated as the young boy watching everything with apt attention.

The last girls brushing her teeth, rinsed and spit into the glass. Then, with a smile, she lifted the glass to her lips and drank the entire contents.

It was a good summer experience for the boy to spend time with his mother. It was wonderful to observe how strange human youth really are, and it was refreshing to be alone in a world so very alien to him yet strangely a fun experience to live through.
*

Fiction?
Non-fiction?
Maybe the elves know.

[Lipinski]

"Oh shite! You're gonna ramble again, aren't you."

Why not parasite. Fantasy is its middle name.

"I'm gonna go check out whats floating in the septic tank."

And i'm gonna tell a story.
*

Once upon a time there was no time. Nothing existed. No white or black. No up or down. Nothing except (there always has to be an exception so here it goes)

Except for a world which could best be understood as the world of tricks, laughter, and fun. This world is and it has a name, which is not pronounceable on this dimension. This is NOT a world for humans, though strangely aside from the first and second world, humans try to understand, and in some ways have some very limited success. it goes by the number, four.

Of course there had to be light and so there was light. There was and is, God and god and gods. Two worlds were created. Opposing and opposite worlds. The first world was the light. The first world was goodness and kindness. It was love. This is a world where some choose to live, or avoid, or occasionally visit.

The second world was and is, God and god and gods. It was black and full of deceit, lies, horror, and of course, evil. This is a world where some choose to live, or avoid, or occasionally visit.

The third world was not created, rather it was, and it is, made... In the third world it is a world best described as a world of old, boring, scientists. Constantly tweaking and twisting the concepts of creation and destruction. Those of the third world have absolutely no interest in the other three worlds. As for actual description... again, refer to the above where it is mentioned that nothing of this dimension could ever come close in their wildest imagination to understanding.

Four worlds. Four winds. Four horses. Four corners.
Reminds me of a song...123443213334444221... and on, and on, and on.

Four loves to play games on worlds 1 and 2
Four tortures the logic and chaos on 3
Four is fun indeed

The reason for this shitty story is to educate a life form soon to exist on all of the four worlds.
i suppose it could stand to reason that soon, the fifth world takes its place on the mantle.

The End.

[Lipinski]

We decided on logs.

***

one after the other; test or testimonial, the sawdust flies wherever it wants
dirt covered, even with rocks embedded the blades chew through flay bark
cut for a man who fucks anything for a buck
or pleasure
such is
his lot.

"How's your day," asked with sincerity of Hitler in a Mosque
does the term apply? A knife in the back?

Sincerity only applies to those who are sincere
Those who care, really don't need to talk or show as it is
their actions
which count.

A day off? Hah!
Too many logs to cut
Too many cuts of slander to feel
Too much to even give thoughts
which is why it is better
to ignore and brush off the sawdust of deceit
as it clogs the senses all.