Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Naked and Free

Written by: me

The restraints of the womb were easy to escape; she was nothing if not nothing to me; a ship, a vessel, a means.

The only good she did was to give me away why my biological father fucked his life away.\
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John was his name, a father so much more important and married to mother, Ann, both so amazing and such a shelter from the storms of the World. My parents.

i miss them dearly along with my brother, Karl, may they rest in peace.

It is and has been said the World is full of brothers and sisters to which the word, bullshit, rises from its resting stench.

Lies
Evil
Hate
Pain
Anger
if this is what they say it is, then they are wrong as to be a brother or sister one must be above such sick things.

It has taken so much time to arrive to where the time is now; seduced by blurred hope and false words, until the blinders now removed, along with any attachment to a world, a country, state, county, city, community, neighborhood, home...

there is now nothing i need

flying high above any emotions humanity clings to

i asked children today what they thought was the most valuable thing in the world. Their reply each was instant... GOLD!

An easy answer for so many.

Gold
Money
Treasure
Health
...
Why then did they not see the truth?
Why don't they have the ability to understand the most valuable anything on this or any world is, Love, Life, and Peace?

If you ask a human what is the least valuable thing there are so many answers ranging from shit to anything of a material feeling, yet again they fail in the obvious as lies, hate, and evil are only the necessary items for those who answered, gold, money, treasure, health...

as for me, i am nothing. nothing more than a concept, a construction of fantasy for those who read. an open book for any and all to read. naked before a world i hate. i am the wind yesterday, today, and tomorrow and nothing can hold me.

[Lipinski]

A dead black bear laying on its back alongside the highway. Feet pointed towards the road.
Clients filled to the brim with covid.
Burying a dead horse four feet deep
Mmm... i wonder?
what could it mean?

Inspiration!
*

Death With A Grin

By: It Is

Black is the color of the fly
Eyes so able to see
Rubbing of feet walking where only walls succeed.

As the Wind blows bleached grass stems standing firm in resolve
And basalt long cooled after the lava's freedom past
the picture now comes full circle...
complete.

Nations form from seed until they are harvested
Folly of mankind seems intelligent compared to what's inside their hearts
which is perfect...
it truly is.

[Lipinski]

it is in the little things that are so rewarding.
A big smile
A tattoo
A fling of hair
A selfie...

(it was an enjoyable encounter, much needed and therefore, a good day)
*

Evil can be washed from a soul as easy as a baby can cry
Never is there a lost soul as evil cannot cling to what can never be tainted
as such it is good
bonded tight the feeling of tranquility.

[Lipinski]

They do not have bodies in the physical sense of three dimensions.
Energy comes to mind as minds of the three dimensions view that without corporeal intent as either the supernatural; energy; vibrations; unknown.

For such an entity it would seem effortless for such to cross space and time. To exist in full sight and yet not be seen. And to some degree on on the compass of comprehension, it is true... yet,
laws of physics expanded far past the line of mundane dimensional facts in turn pushed far beyond the boarder of theory, they too, have needs of transportation as dictated by the limits of what holds everything in its place....

A blink is a short time for the fleshy lid with lash, to fall and cover the eye. In the short period of darkness much actually is seen; blood vessels; blackness; light. Such a short time and yet an eternity for that which knows eternity, and why is this?

The body has the ability to be what it is and yet when needed, to assume a mechanical purpose, to travel and explore, after all, the sensation of a blink is truly an amazing sensation for that which needs the feeling.

[Lipinski]

The essence of pure evil, is to bring odor to the nose of God

"So," (munch, munch, crunch...) "What's up dickhead?"

Nothing. Just thinking.

"Let me guess...dolphins?"

Nope.

"Sex?"

No you mucous smelling idiot. I'm thinking about what is not seen while so obvious it actually hurts.

"You need drugs dude. Here, I have some Flintstone vitamins and Redbull"
*

the curve tossed was obvious
that day the Sun was born, it was the day of always
remember?

Beneath the branches; explanations of butterflies; eyes gazing far past yesterday...

today
today is another day
tomorrow is as it is every curve, every flow,
it is
so
always.

[Lipinski]

"Ha! So ya got covid. Hope your death is painful and long in experience."

I'm amazed parasite.

"What? That I'm a cold hearted prick?"

No, I'm amazed that you knew how to correctly spell, experience.
***
Pandemics
Disease
Viral load
Bacteria
Death
sounds all so much like the same to me.

A baby is born, or not, it dies either way
You do
I do
We all do
Some do it easy with grace
others scream all the way.

A vaccine
A cure
All such as medicine only prolongs the inevitable
a rotting body for which the worms enjoy the feast.

This is why one should share the joy of covid and other such disease
Let everyone breath the same fate
but
if one wants to be selective
then hug each and every democrat, every republican, commie, socialist...
everyone
and then
sneeze.

[Lipinski]

Ha! Covid sucks!

Wonderful fear inducing, population controlling, false science clinging disease to come along in a long time.

Spanish Flu was waaaaaay worse and yet listening to the wobble heads, this covid is DOOM!

Funny thing though, talking with Dr. B he suggests the stats of covid spreading are higher and higher while the deaths are getting proportionally lower. He says that means this bout of covid and all the fascination with it is going to slink away into the shadows.

He thinks it is a good practice run for whats coming...

Great for inspiration.

Fear.

People LOVE fear! Politicians go beyond love of a good population controlling mechanism. Ever wonder why Nancy Pelosi always seems to be having an orgasm? And it ain't the ice cream she licks off a spoon...
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DEATH!

By: News flash

It's not so bad, AOC and actors smiling in gaudy dresss WITHOUT (god forbid) a mask!
Servants though, covered in head to toe. Fearful and afraid, as they perform so well as instructed.

Some say BLM matters...
I say, think about all those poor, beat down, maligned, particles of bacteria and virus.

Sure, some mold producing penicillin scared the shit out of venereal disease
and now it is completely harmless.

You get sick and they make a cure
They make a cure and you get sick
Sounds much like a circle jerk to me.

Bird flu, Swine flu, Covid, such a grand design on disease of success!

A little bleach, some alcohol, a visit to the ER, with orders to do this or this or that.

Shit, maybe it is better
to just be dead and wish bacteria and all those viruses the best of survival in a world full of so much shit.

[Lipinski]

and life goes on.
it is this way and it is good.

new adventures
past memories
mankind hurtling down the highways of choices
or if you prefer a better picture,
a steel ball bouncing around inside a pinball machine
such an adventure!

Good luck folks, it is good no matter how you view the choices
The answers come and go
All so exciting
but more so
the questions...

[Lipinski]

Teen gets USB cable stuck in penis in backfired attempt to measure length
The teen inserted a USB cord into his urethra and it had to be surgically removed

"Oh hell yes! Can I write about, can I. Pullleease!"

You like the news headline parasite?

"Absolutely yes!"

Why? You don't have a penis? Why the interest?

"Cuz you got one moron. An itsy bitsy teeny weeny little wienie, and when you go to sleep tonight I'm going to take the toasters electric cord and..."

ZAP!

(the parasite got to experience the shocking experience of having the bare wires of the toaster touch its ass)

"Ouch! What the fuck?"

You want another?

"No. No, you write the story. But remember to sleep with the light on..."

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
***

Size Does Matter

By: A woman's clitoris

It does not matter, so it is said, regarding the size of a man's penis

They do take it to heart you know, so happy to see the size expanded after looking at naked thoughts

Engorged is a word men admire while women abhor the word, moist

(when moisture is usually needed)

Women want big bouncing titties, while men strive for the little johnson to stand at attention

Rubbing and insertion, making that uterus scream, when so many women just smile and laugh inside

such the sensation of a tiny penis
~
Now, a huge cock, one to make a horse jealous...

that

is

what women want, and men,

and maybe even

eunuchs.
*

On a lighter note, what did one potato chip say the other?

(drum roll...)

Wanna take a dip?

[Lipinski]

It is easy to find calmness
a world so full of daily design with clarity in stark contrast to blur
so simple to drift aside
and let it all pass by
all of it connected to they and them and those.

No matter the number high in the billions
Social elites
Poor children
Rich and poor shuffling towards the grave
there is strength in solitude
to push it all aside.

A lake frozen, surrounded by hills of white
Cold wind blowing
an oasis inside my mind.

[Lipinski]

His arm was feeling sore as he sat in rest among torn and tattered armor shed during battle.

Being the smithy at the local village he could swing the heavy hammer all day while smiling at how his untiring strength could forge and bend the good metal into whatever bidding he swung for.

Now, the same arm capable of blow after blow from the hammer upon molten steel was tired after throwing blow after blow with his sword into the flesh of his enemy.

It is a good sword. Forged by himself as a young smithy. The steel shined blue when clean but now the dried blood made it shine a dull black.

"Wud' ye partake of a sip sir?' a young stable boy offered the tired warrior a drink from his goat skin flask.

"Than' tis good," sipping the taste of success of being alive, the warrior then wiped the few freed drops of drink from his blood spattered beard.

Above the battle scene, ravens passed news far and wide that there would be much to fill their needs for days to come.

[Lipinski]

Her hair was ample of evidence; growing since her birth.

Braided with the aid of a friend, she shortened the length until it was firm in display. She then spent time deciding on how to place some small freshly picked flowers in them.

Laughing she said to her best friend, "You think they will notice at the dance?"

"Notice what, how much trouble you are?" Her friend knew full well the mischief such as what was now focused on the dress to be worn for the King's ball.

"No. Do you think it will be noticed that I will be wearing fresh flowers in my hair?"

Flowers and beauty go hand in hand. A dress the perfect plate to present the beauty to a world, The smile the key to the kingdom of romance.

With a laugh, the dutifull actions of the friend continued as she replied, "I'm sure they will notice your hair, your dress, and your smile... But what they will truly notice is the jeweled sword your father gave you as a gift. The way you wear it will scare the shit out of that atrocious Prince of the Darklands/"

"Good. And if he gives us any troubled, his head would look splendid laying on the table next to the roasted pig."

[Lipinski]

Religious cults are amusing. Take the cult known as, 7th Day Adventists. Everyone dresses the same, thinks the same, eats the same, and a common unifying theme is to speak badly and demean the other cults.

Evil loves cults because the main objective of a cult is control and power. Power. Imagine a species of mammals that live only a few years. Imagine how they love to belong to a cult and to think it will bring them eternal peace. Many such species exist in the galaxy, but closer to this location are humans... Such wonderful clay to mold and form into tools of hate.

And in hate there is inspiration. In cults there is even more inspiration. But the winner of inspiration regarding cults, are humans who dabble in what they believe is the truth.
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Mud

Stirring the water the ripples believed
Such uniformity as they spread in circles
Flowing until time and distance weakened the forms, until once again
they were nothing.

"Catholics and the Pope are evil!" said by such and so many ripples
"Muslims are the Devil's brood!" said by such and so many people

"Bless you," said in salutation but only bearing meaning if the mark of congregation is from the same pond
"You're going to hell," that is, if you stir the water in the opposite way

Test the water then with this, 'Love your enemy,' or 'forgive them Father, they know not what they do"

(and the most valuable thing on Earth is gold?)

Throw gold, all the gold in a Universe, into the water.
What happens then? The waves subside, and upon the surface there is no evidence
of such a 'treasure'.

Cults.
Pride.
Anger.
Hate.
Evil.

From the clay of reality God formed and gifted the eternal
Each and everything individual
from the ant to the bee
a woman, man, child
even the grains of sand on the beach
...
if one were to stop stirring the mud, the pond, the oceans, of what is beneath their being, and look inside their hearts...
they can see the truth,
they can hear the beating of love
they can feel what can never be evil, never be a cult, never be a mere ripple...
we all can begin once more to be
the children of God.

[Lipinski]

Imagine: A gator going up and then down a dusty road far from the swamp of a world.

Thereon rode a dream of, something.

There was no blur, no smoke laden air, nothing to obscure clarity

In the tail viewed from the mirror,

a smile.
*~

Now, imagination is powerful. Especially in children not yet filled with pictures of reality.

Today was real. As such, inspirational.

Always 16 until the day of birth.
***

Add the drums off Scots in kilts
Such a scene, such even viewed by tourists.

Outside a hole dug so deep it will hold even the foulest of stench
While an old man with poor hearing chomped on a cigar.


And then, to listen to Justin and his magical strings
while writing of
what it
it is, and always in my world
real.

[Lipinski]

and so George Burns
with Grace
and goodnight,
a good laugh
with so
you still make me laugh.

[Lipinski]

two rainbows are nice
three are better
four, the best

Earth
Wind
and
Fire

Sometime the mind is full of cotton candy.

[Lipinski]

The alien left the ship, commonly known as, UFO

"Excuse me miss. Do have any tea?" A perfectly good question for an alien with a ship known as, UFO, would ask a young girl feeding chickens on her families farm.

"Who are you? You talk funny?"

"My name is, Bob. And your name is?"

"Melanie. My name is Melanie and you shouldn't be here." A bit of righteous tone in what would one day be a very stern woman.

"No. I should not be here, that is true, but I am here. So, do you have any tea?" There seemed to be an odd glow coming from the eyes.

"Momma won't let me drink coffe or tea. I have to drink milk, juice, or water."

"I see... Mmm, very good then. You have a wonderful day." With that said the alien turned and went back to his ship. There was a bright burst of light and the ship disappeared.

"Melanie! Time for dinner!" This the voice of what Melanie would mature and grow into, her mother.

"Coming mother." She hurried inside still thinking about the odd man she met near the chicken coop. She also was hungry and thinking of the chicken dinner she was about to have.

[Lipinski]

Bobcats and snakes with goat heads on the sole of Chinese knockoff crocs
Three shots of red, two bottles of brew, and the talk of sheds

In the morning, the grapes and gate
In the afternoon, Nakamura and his zoo

A roof laid under the sun while those feisty asian stink bugs challenged and looked on
Jeff happy he is getting laid and love
while a lost rooster sauntered in the back yard atop the septic tank.

How can a writer use their imagination to come up with a story not even remotely real?
when in real life
no one can understand
it is
all
real.

[Lipinski]

What a wonderful 'machine' the computer was. It was made a long time ago. Far earlier than any civilization called, Atlantis. Earlier than the last two ice ages. And for its age, it worked wonderfully.

Throughout the ages, its use was made by those who knew how to use such a machine. These people were born and they died. Thousands and thousands of people used the machine as a means of learning and of giving, knowledge.

The human population swelled in population and crashed. It would swell in population and crash to near extinction for thousands of years. Much in rhythm of a tide.

In years known as the 2020's, many small machines were made and used by the population of humans on the course of crashing. It was in those years the population of humans was back on course for mutual destruction. It was a wonderful time. And during this time, the old machine kept doing what it did best, it was a means of learning and giving, knowledge.

After the crash of the population, there were four more moments where the population would recover, flourish, and prosper, only to crash again.

It was during the fourth moment that the machine was now no longer just in the care of selected individuals, it had evolved to where everyone now knew what it was. Everyone knew who made it and when it was created...

The machine was asked a question by a child. A young boy of six who was very wise. He was not only intelligent, but he was peaceful.

"Machine, what is the future for humanity? Will there be peace?" A good question. After all, humanity had warred in all the periods and only of late was the spectacle war only a memory to be studied in books and from the machine.

The machine was ancient. It was old. It was amazing. And it was fast in computing anything...except, for the simple question by a child, it took a week to arrive at an answer. This was unheard of so during the week it took to arrive at an answer. All the wise and learned elders had heard of the child and his question. They traveled to the site of the machine. Soon, the room was full of people.

Finally, the machine spoke. "Child?"

"Yes?" The boy beamed that finally the machine would give an answer.

With full emotion the machine spoke, "You are all fucked!"

(What else would a human expect from a machine built thousands of years earlier by a warring tribe of humans)

The boy left the room crying while the rumblings of anger was heard among the elders. Soon, there would be another war.

[Lipinski]

"You are all fucked!" An excellent sentence to describe a real emotion free of the bullshit of nicety.

"Settle down." A bullshit phrase of weakness.

"Just have some faith." A wonderful cosmic joke made for those who are weak and spineless.

"Hope." Ha! The punchline to a joke ongoing for what seems like forever but was not always this way.

Inspirational, the way people speak.
***

"Ya wanker! Why don't you watch where you are going?" A hearty yell towards the lorry driver who was busy getting stoned as he drove his load down the narrow cobblestone street.

"Can I help you sir?" A nice question from a bystander waiting for a bus.

The angry man who was almost hit returned the strangers kindness with a hearty and well aimed, "Go fuck yourself!"

Meanwhile the black hound peeing on a tire of a parked Mercedes smiled. Finishing its business it disappeared into the darkness, its nose attracted by the scent of a bitch in heat.

[Lipinski]

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(insert a freshly spun spiders web. notice the vibration calling as the branches start their sleep until Spring.)

Inspirational
*

Why are you dressed like a tomato parasite?'

"Shhh... I'm hiding from the aliens..."

Why?

"Cuz on the 86 seasons of 'Ancient Aliens' on Discovery Plus, the aliens are everywhere. They are coming and as much as I like a good probing I don't want some sparkly lit alien exploring my ass."

I don't think you have anything to worry about parasite.

"Why is that? Do you think aliens don't like tomatoes?"

No. I don't think you have anything to worry about because you don't have an ass.

"Yes I do. Here, take a look." The parasite took off its tomato costume and revealed a very large, plump, and purple ass. "See? I...Arrghhh!"

(in the moment of the reveal an alien hiding in the light fixture over the table leapt down and probed the parasites ass. comedy is a wonderful thing.)

Ha! Lovely parasite. Look, a tentacle is at least a meter up inside whatever it is you are made of. Enjoy. I'm gonna go clean the lint out of the dryer filter.

"Argghh! Bastard! I hate you! And, and, and... Hey. This is kind of fun!" The parasite and alien where last observed probing each other and afterwards, they ate ice cream.

[Lipinski]

From the country of Peru, or is it Idaho?
Around the corner he roars, and with a wave he loses his hat...
on the corner rounded,
I laughed my ass off.

or if you prefer,

a toast of the finest water served chilled, on ice, orange straw,
all inside a moonshine glass.

you know, Covid and travel and blah, blah, blah...

so, yes, it is a wind tickling the bottom of the feet
all while a young corgi sleeps
wait a minute...
could it be?

A poem for me.

[Lipinski]

air full of wooded fragrance
down the slope the cool breeze
while a grouse pretends no one can see

machine humming like a machine
Wolf smiling as he watches
a mile with ease

today, another day
a good day
to be.

[Lipinski]

wooden matches and wool socks, the itchy kind, hand knitted.

rotary telephone and a phonograph machine

muzzle loading .50 cal with FFG powder

understanding me?

No?

Good.

Or if you do... do you remember when people said, "I'm sorry," or "Thank you." ?

No?

Good.

Most assuredly you must know all about global warming, white people are bad, and you can order you next meal from Amazon.

[Lipinski]

First human-monkey embryos created: A small step toward a huge ethical problem

Monkeys of the Vine

The Tree is rooted in the nutrient stream of Life
Flowing eternal it imparts the means of a canopy far vaster than any dream...

Leaves in full exposure to the Sun
Seeds to fall and start again the lessons of such simplicity: Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall

Some to try their hand at chopping the trunk into fashions of whim
Science, fantasy, greed, pride... Satisfaction the goal instead of nurturing what is and will be

The Tree will never fall, never die, break, or feel the disease of such as those deemed curious or full of the sickness of mortality

For all its size and stature
For time far past the beginning and never to end
The tree provides true shelter for the eternal Old Woman and Old Man
holding each others hands
sitting with backs so firmly planted against the bark
blood intertwined with the sap of Life...

smiles eternal upon their face
looking up far past the gaze of any monkey, fish, fowl, or beast
listening to God sing.

[Lipinski]

the fingers itch with a desire to write
the mind wants to sleep
the body...
ah yes, the body.

the body wants to eat chocolate and fried chicken with a side of pizza...
but then the fingers itch with a desire to write
the mind wants to sleep.

[Lipinski]

many moments ago, an experiment was made. most of humanity was destroyed to see if the sickness could be purged. it succeeded.

today, along with the sickness there also shares the moment of health. health both physically, mentally, and most important, spiritually.

the hypothesis is that if the same experiment was made with most humanity being destroyed, to the point only a handful of people survived, the results would be the same. This is true, however, it would also now be the catalyst to bring about a change where the desired result would then finally be obtained.

Death is a tool much like a hoe is used to root out weeds in a garden.

Suffering is only a moment in time.

Pain, a choice the people have chosen for many moments.

It is
good
it will be better
which in turn becomes wonderful
until
it is utterly...
Fantastic.

To the children, your tears will be brief.

[Lipinski]

China

It is a country currently called, China. A flowing matrix of posssssssiblities and potential.
It will be totally destroyed down to the very last glowing embers of civilization
and when it is over
when the many thousands of years pass
what will have been learned?
...
nothing
nothing at all will have been learnt because there will be no one alive there to learn
however,
some visitors will dine on some freshly baked bread and admire the sunset.

[Lipinski]

A letter to Agent Barton:

Dear Agent Barton, as you know the strength of a chain is strong when a country is at war. The link between the citizens, enlisted members of the military, and officer corp is strong as they are united for collective survival.

Currently, the link between citizens, enlisted members of the military, and the officer corp is weak as they are divided in collective blindness.

Let me paint a picture for you... And just for an example, let me use the country called, United States of America as an example. Currently the country is embracing chaos with wide open arms. Men being pregnant, groups such as Antifa and BLM are allowed status befitting royalty... An endless list of whatever word one wants to choose such as wokeness, debauchery, pride, ignorance. It is good. It appears mostly peaceful with a dark shadow following everything.

Now Agent Barton, Now is is now. A gift for you.

Currently the citizens respect the military. They respect due to the accomplishment but it is only a veneer as to what is coming.

Currently the head of the serpent for the military are politicians. Thus a Hydra, a multiple head of decisions. All set on biting the head of the other. The heads order the Officer corps to do the bidding of the moment, and the enlisted, the Body of the military spasms in contractions. The chain is weak. The time so ripe.

In case you were unaware, the U.S. military is diverse as its citizenry. Muslim, Christian, Atheist, Black, White... a military filled with as much diversity as its citizen. Other countries such as China, India, Turkey... they are the color of chocolate milk, or vanilla ice cream. The soldiers all come from an oven of conformity. In peacetime such as 'now' their chain is also weak.

To attack a military in peacetime is easy when the chains are weak.

To attack a Chinese military base with a group of terrorists would be suicide because of how the citizens there are more like drones and any such activities to attach would most assuredly be detected. To attack U.S. military bases in the peaceful setting of the United States will be extremely easy.

Currently at any U.S. military installation, with the exception of some which the government think are highly protected, are at the mercy of the weakness of the officers and their interaction with the enlisted.

Enlisted protect the bases with officers going through the motions. It is...weak. Vulnerable. Ripe for mass attacks by simple people who blend in the setting.

Today with only 100 people of varied colors, gender and belief, could take on and destroy 100 military bases. State sponsored bio weapons currently banned by all countries can be used with impunity along with sonic weapons the United States developed. The delivery system is already in place, but you already know what I'm talking about. The enlisted guards would be taken by surprise and destroyed, the officers would rush to lead, and die. Great destruction with bombs and the element of surprise, much like Pearl Harbor, only much more horrible.

The multiple headed snake would go into convulsions. Intelligence agencies would scramble for answers. The economy would crash. A chain reaction for an action beyond your wildest imagination would 'begin'.

It is with sadness that such a simple action can occur with a simple snap of the fingers.

So many snakes in the world posturing for a position at the table of power when the most powerful are that which are nothing but dust to a snake. A very dangerous dust.

Of course, this is just a letter of fantasy. It could never happen as the snakes are in charge... except, can the snakes escape the headlights coming towards them as they lay sprawled out on the highway of fate?

[Lipinski]

When a finger taps the feeling, she/he, moans in pain or pleasure
With a little movement a lot can happen
Is it possible one can get lost in the moment when finding what matters?

A blink then, in front of the eyes, the mind wide open...

okay then, watching the fully clothed, fully protected; wide open and naked
riding/walking/running the edge of lightning
waiting for the thunder.