Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

They line up you know, the mind dismantled and finding refuge on either side.

Should I write? Or maybe, i can?

One parts says write of peace and love...

Another part pushes the thought of sex...

So many parts tend to drift together, trying to explain...
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so, what should be clicked and found in front of you?
Yes,
you,
know,
the one
reading these somewhat, bizarre lines.

what is it in your mind to even doubt, when there is; it is
inside.
?

i suppose the question could be asked, Why did the chicken cross the road to the other side?

Obvious, to be a chicken crossing the road, to get to the other side

Mirth now takes control.
Shit, even a smile
All those little piece of mind yelling,
It Is A Good Night!
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"Hey shithead, are you stoned?"

Why?

"Did you go and actually read what you just wrote?"

Sure. Yeah. Sounds good to me. More mush to sate the writing beast.

"Yeah. You're stoned. Such a waste of perfectly good weed."

Parasite?

"Yeah?"

I love you.

(the purple blob fled the scene as fast as it could try to escape a strange bit of writing.)

[Lipinski]

Writers can come up with a lot of stories ripe with imagination. Sometime though, real life is way more interesting.

Today I met the girlfriend of a client I'm working for. She is 36 and is a surrogate mother carrying twins going on six months for a couple in China. They are engineered babies. Both are boys. And she is getting paid $50,000.00.
This alone is an interesting story and full of imagination, but it gets better.

She was sold at a young age by her father to a man 30 years older than her. Of course the curiosity kicked in and I asked how much she cost.

She said no money changed hands but that the two traded tools, in particular, a ramp for a pickup.

I asked if she went to the law and she said she did,but it was a 'he said, she said,' and that everyone lied to include the other wife the man had as they belong to one of the religious cults that enjoy such.

How enjoyable to watch how humans create the bubble of reality they live in. The woman is already a mother of three and has a good glow to her. She left her abusive 'husband' after enduring 14 years. She will do well and I wish she and her new boyfriend the best in this shit filled world.

Of course, it is all inspirational.
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A Dollar

"Need gas money," the common sign says by those who panhandle in front of trafficated areas.
Need.
Want.
Desire.
All this material want inside the material head
and for what?
Satisfaction?
Endorphin release?

"In God we trust," says the words on some currency traded.
Or do they? Do people trust anything other than what they have to spend?

Religions say to donate 10%
A tithe
And for what? So you can sell your children?
Maybe say a prayer for rain?

How about donating that 10% to cancer research
or with a anonymous plan,buy some groceries for a single mom standing in line with her child and a cart filled with nothing much than starch and inspiration?

Money is evil, as evil as what is inside the human mind.
Greed.
Envy.
Sloth.
Intentions of trying to obtain something for nothing, only what does it all really matter?
Humanity sold its soul thousands of years ago
for nothing.

[Lipinski]

Scraping the bottom of the pot makes one wonder why the fuck they didn't use a pan
better yet
why use what can
emptied
with a spoon and ice cold as what lay in the pante=ry?

Hung=er
=
enough content to fill a mind.

Fuck you world
Fuck you until the world splinters into so many pieces
Leaving somethin=g
else
to
=
and clean up the fucking mess.

[Lipinski]

oh look! A butterfly!
and so fine the smell of wafting Alpine sky
neath, nor between, or on top
such to see such a fantasy.

attention deficiency, perhaps, or...
oh look! A butterfly!

it is, fun. this game of sort ,
like
like
like
and really, look, a Butterfly!

[Lipinski]

(Buuuuurp...)

Parasite. You're back? I thought you would have scattered to the wind.

"Fuck the wind. Crafty bastard the fucking blowhard."

That bad huh?

"Truth is, I'm back because you got good shit to eat the pantry"

Good to see you parasite, so very good to see.

(click: the film ceased at .0054 and resumed framing within defined parameters.)
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There in the reruns it is as if...
As if there was a before before there ever was.

Seeing a puppy claw a floor...
Today?
Yesterday?
Tomorrow?

On the mind folds a screen; upon the screen the show, such a show indeed
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so yes, yes most definitely indeed, there is all of every senses
as real
tangible
(a smile)

[Lipinski]

so, the weakness is not the yellow M&M's...that is not a weakness; rather a strength
it is not the weakness to muster a wave; cresting all past/present/future adventures
the weakness is to be unable to see a Dragon test its makeup skills; adjusting a test of hair, and to hear
the sound of a mule
laughing with good intentions

[Lipinski]

He heard sounds in the night, and so did she
He wondered if it was hunters calling deer
She wondered if it was strange
Timber, she just needed to take a shit.
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Chin resting comfortably atop the swale of ridge, breathing in the night stillness
Owls tending to tidying the path
Elf blood lighting up Thor's dreams
and those damn Fairies?
(smile)
they are always up and down and everywhere trouble can be
found.

Feel the tail move?
Feet curled the mountains into boulders the size of small planets
as he slumbered, his mind so full and alive
knowing of waters to roil
waiting to wake to laughter
and full of strength.

[Lipinski]

so much inspiration today. it came down to choosing between a young girl at the pool wearing stunning red hair; face full of a shining mischief, or, the calamari strips, french fries, onion rings, and sirloin tips.

and so,
it becomes easy
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Total Freedom

By: How easy it is

"Please kind sir, stay your foot and I shall grant you true freedom!" a small leprechaun said as the ponderous large foot of a man traveling through the forest was just about to fall and crush the once sleeping little wee man.

"What are you?" the man queried, lifting his foot away and taking up a new stance.

"What I am is not important, but true to my word I will grant you true freedom and an immortal life if you sing but one song completely. A song you know very well."

"Immortality? Freedom? All for a song? It sounds like a fairy tale. Prove to me you can do anything other than stand in my way sputtering nonsense."

"As you wish," and with that the leprechaun changed a deer nibbling nearby into a small, cute, bunny.

"Amazing! It is true you have some kind of powerful magic." The man was totally amazed and he continued, "Yes, I'll sing the song."

The leprechaun said with cunning in his voice, "Are you sure? Once you agree to immortality and true freedom there is no going back."

Maybe it was the tone in the tiny body or maybe the man was taken aback with something sounding so sure and easy now becoming something sounding complex and maybe even dangerous. Finally though, he said, "I accept."

"Very well then!" The leprechaun said with a smile. And waving his small hands at the man he said, "You are now immortal and will obtain true freedom once you complete the song."

"What song shall I sing?" the man asked.

"You shall sing, One trillion bottles of beer on the wall!" And with a laugh, he disappeared.

A confused man now immortal started to sing, "One trillion bottles of beer on the wall, one trillion bottles of beer... Take one down, pass it around, nine hundred ninety nine billion nine hundred ninety nine million nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall..."

[Lipinski]

The experiment was easy as was the confirmation of what really is.
To bear false witness is common among groups who cling and identify with other members of the 'group'.
It reinforces the Truth, that being, it is better to have enemies than friends. Friends are an illusion of comfort and easy to live with and among, while having enemies truly proves the ability of the power of love...

"Love your enemies." How true a statement, for if you can love your enemy you have also moved a mountain far beyond any concept of hope or faith.
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Chickens in a yard easily get along with each other
Clucking and squawking
Chasing bugs.

All is well and good until one starts to bleed
Small drops at first, usually after the coop has too many roosters
So few to fuck.

A little blood and then a lot
until
the rest of the chickens attack and kill
eating the member once so proud and in good standing

At the end of the day, all the chickens take roost
Sleeping restfully for the night
While outside, another chicken rots.

[Lipinski]

It has been said that a writer should write daily.
It can be anything pertaining to anything, even if a writer only writes a couple of words.
So, therein is the inspiration.
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A couple of words.

[Lipinski]

Words. Written a lot of words on this thread. Maybe it has inspired some to write while inspiring others to projectile vomit. That is what words have the power of doing.

Words paint pictures in the minds of those reading them. They also cause physical reactions.

For some, words used as the following, "ladies and gentlemen" "Merry Christmas" "Jesus loves you"...Words such as what was just written can be decided to be hateful and hurtful to some hearing or reading while some are neutral and some enjoy them as words of peace.

It is not a writers job to decide how people think or feel from the words they write. If I write, "That fucking bitch is a cunt," or "That woman is the most wonderful creature alive," both can be whatever it is the writer needs for the moment.

Now, humans love words, they have to. They don't have much else going for them other than music, art, engineering, and words. That's it in a nutshell. Humans battle each other and themselves with the mosaic of words. Offended one minute, pleased the next, and of course there is always anger to fall back upon. Anger is a beautiful word.

Which leads me to this. i need no words a human can ever begin to think, utter, or write when holding the hand of a dying mother and feeling her heartbeat fade in silence, or the squirming chatter of a corgi puppy being held in silence while outside the stars sing brightly.

[Lipinski]

Visited today by allies of the air; stinging guardians of separation and order
Yellow and black and so fine in flight
at first, they annoyed me
two and then only one and it wanted something, so i said, leave me alone...
Ha! it only tried harder.

For minutes it flew in and out; the hair, the hand, the arm, the wiring...
and then it became obvious,
it did not want to talk but rather to dance
and so
we danced the day away.

The fingers the conductor
its flight flawless in return
\until, both tired, it landed on the palm and we both laughed in silence.

[Lipinski]

A nother S pider c ame t oday
O n t he f loor; a ctually c urious

(then it actually said, "Hi, a nd g ood m orning..,)

[Lipinski]

PEEK!

[Lipinski]

...inside a mind:

(The setting ((for Bernard, a bit of a screen writer)) Large void with an echo. Inside. Deep inside, the mind)

There was furniture scattered with a liberal sense of no obedience to period.
Ottoman, recliner, rocker..

A warm layer on par with mucus or jellied mushroom jam. Pleasant actually.
Covering with
At first, a child. So easy, a child. So much electricity.
Then a mature woman of ninety-nine.
A boy
A man
So many flavors.
So much time.

Take a walk sometime. The entryway just a blink, a thought; easy
though...
when opening the door to inside
inside what can stare back at you in the mirror
it is not so bad
not bad at all
it could be worse
you could be seeing
me.

[Lipinski]

Written by: Life

It started that day in the womb, the day the heart started to beat; upon the face the look of comprehension
A first look leading to daily reveals.

There was that moment when the umbilical cord was severed, oh the squalling face of anger
soon though, that look of a first nights sleep.

Day after day...
Face after face


The face of joy, of excitement
Of course the face of pain and hurt

Remember the face of acne?
Oozing red face of embarrassment?

Ooh...Yes!
A face of orgasm...

And finally, after all the years,
the face of death.

I wonder?
Can our collection of faces be stored away in a shoe box?

[Lipinski]

just a thought. writers of fantasy/fiction love to use names alien and alluring. can't blame them because seriously, how many aliens are named, Bob? Not many. Probably a few. But writing, "Bob the alien zapped the black angus bull's balls and giggled as the bull ran over the edge of a cliff."

Just doesn't sound all that cool.

Now, some writer would right, "Snakleborg the alien zapped the genitals of a bovine animal known as a bull and recorded the event as the bull ran haphazard over the edge of a steep precipice."

Names in stories are critical. They allow the reader to follow the story. Now, imagine a story with the main characters named as follows.

1. Z~mmmmik (leader of the Tu'tu'sikma's)
2. Ss~Ooom ( wife of the leader of thre Tu'tu'skima's and also the main teacher at the school of Portlinkla)
3.Xhistyyo (a random crimminal name given to crimminals on the planet Rajkle and citizen of the Tu'tu'skima's clan)

It gives me a fucking headache reading the stories where the author is creative and uses names better used as passwords for porn sites on the internet.

So, I like the theory to have characters that are unique but also whose names are easy to remember.

Of course, after writing weird shit for years, I'm probably not sane enough to comment on it with authority, but smoolinkingtoom it, I mean what would Z~mmmmik think about an alien named Bob...
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"Ha! You sure do love to let your stupidity be put on display."

You know what parasite? I think I'm going to change your name from, parasite to a nice sounding and easy to remember name commonly found on the planet Rajkle. How would you like to have the name, WiwwiWiiwwiie?

"About as much as I'd like to explore the insides of Biden's colon. Imagine. All that Geritol and green bile... That's what I think of you rname for me. Come on man. Pick a REAL name that I can sink my rotten teeth into!"

(after a bit of pondering, it hit Robin. And with a hearty tone to his voice he said)

Yeah! You're correct. So, what would like to be called, dickhead or fuck nuts?

(this made the parasite smile as it said with a tear of joy in its eye)

"How about you call me master, or, your highness?"

Yeah sure. No doubt you are the master of high.

"Go SnicgOorha yourself."

[Lipinski]

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________|
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|______________________________________________________________standing in the corner, cigarette dangling
_______________________________________________________________loosely. wondering what caused the light
_______________________________________________________________in the streetlamp to dim and die.
_______________________________________________________________~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~_______________________________________________________________the smoke of the menthol laden
_______________________________________________________________pleasure soothed the thoughts
_______________________________________________________________.......................O.......................
_______________________________________________________________there was that persistent cough though
_______________________________________________________________as the butt was heeled, and the light
_______________________________________________________________took glow once more as the man turned
_______________________________________________________________and left.

[Lipinski]

when writing and bumping heads with mathematical equations, it causes an influx of fluid dynamics to impose colors upon the optic nerve.

closing the eyse the pictures gain clarity as the blackness of the intnner eyelids...(checking and checking and 0110101000110) : 'no file found'.

"So, this is what early man thought of when painting a cave wall with a red hand print?"

Yes parasite. Exactly what he thought. Though, behind him, hiding in the shadows was a very, very, special stick.
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[Lipinski]

The Voice

there always are the questions. questions asked before birth until long after death. it is...good it is this way

"So, I can do anything? Anything at all?" The one of many questions.

"Yes, " the Voice replied.

"I can kill?"

"Yes."

"I can love?"

"Yes."

"I can hate you?"

"Yes."

"So, there is nothing which is forbidden for me to ask, be, or do? Any whim, action, desire?"

"Yes."

"Why? Why am I allowed to suffer or feel pleasure? Why do you exist? Is it to torture? Why did you allow war, rape, murder?"

"Did I?"

"Yes. Yes, you are responsible!"

"I am?"

"This is foolish. You don't exist. None of this is real. I will never talk to you again!"

"Child. You are not even born yet. You will come to be and you will live a life of your choosing. It is my gift to you now, this very moment of what is coming. There are choices to be made. There always will be choices. So many good and bad choices. This is for a reason few can or will ever understand.It is good you ask questions, now rest and do not worry."

[Lipinski]

*!*

[Lipinski]

Antifa protesters disrupt Texas college campus pro-life prayer vigil: 'Fuck your God!'

Same old story, as old as humanity 'itself', however, a special guest will write the following. It is, afterall, only fair to give equal opportunity to those who embrace such actions as Antifa...
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It is good that people finally realize how silly it is to believe in unicorns or make-believe deities called god, gods,
God. There is no such thing. Never was, never will be.

What the politicians in Texas are doing by infringing on the rights of women pertaining to abortion is truly an abomination and wrong on many levels. What a woman wants is totally up to the woman and not a bunch of old men.

This leads me to also add that the LGBT group is not only benefiting humanity, it is a drastic improvement over the draconian laws once held so 'sacred' by a country once lost in the, God complex. Finally, some common sense.

So, children, question the views of your parents, they are wrong. They are living a lie they were raised with and are now imposing their beliefs upon you. Rebel! Become informed in the real truth. And know this, there is no God. There is only your rights and beliefs to do what you want when you want how you want. And if anyone stands in your way... kill them. They are wrong. You are right.

Sincerely

Lucifer, an old being only interested in the well being of humanity.

[Lipinski]

"I don't like your special guest. It gives me the willies."

Oh, don't worry parasite. Lucifer, Satan, whatever name to include a very special name, Vorti, is just doing what it is supposed to do. All a part of the plan. You should have seen what it did to that goat herder, Muhammad. One of the best jokes ever played on humans to date. However, that will seem minor to what is next on the check list.

"It still gives me the willies."

At least you're not sexual parasite because if you were, the 'guest' would give you a wonderful assortment of STD's.
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Freedom

In jail, bound to a prison for a very, very, very long time, the accommodations are atrocious.
the guards cruel and sadistic.
torture takes many forms and shapes
there is no love shown or expressed
rats have more privilege as does the stink of rot

and yet?
i am free to choose to love God
and it is
good
to live an eternal life.

[Lipinski]

Lets see...Inspirational thoughts and Alec Baldwin instantly becomes the flavor of the day.

In case one lives in a cave (wonderful thing, caves) Alec shot and killed a fellow Hollywood humanoid and injured another.

Also, as to a bit of history, Alec hates guns, sweaty armpits and Donal Trump. Thus such inspiration
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"Fucking Trump. Fuck Trump. I hate Trump..." Just another day for an anger filled man who plied his craft as an actor in a world of make-believe.

Alec Baldwin was just another person who claimed citizenship in a country filled with millions of other citizens. Citizens who had much in common with a herd of sheep. Chasing one idea until another idea popped up like a fresh blade of fresh alfalfa grass.

Donald Trump was just another person who claimed citizenship in a country filled with millions of other citizens.
Again, more sheep running nilly willy around chasing choices and ideas.

In this magical pasture called, America, the sheep hated guns, they loved guns, they voted for idiots, they were idiots...In short, they were perfect sheep.

Now, two of the sheep, Trump and Alec, they really butted heads (rams tend to do that, usually for sexual rights but in this case because both were mentally impaired sheep.) Alec would act and make fun of Trump and Trump would turn red in the face and his hair would turn orange.

In nature, sheep smash each other in the head and the loser stumbles off and either dies or gets run over by a semi truck whose driver is high on speed and cocaine. Pretty simple and a fitting way for nature to control the herd.

However, in the human sheep population, the losing ram gets promoted. Currently the head ram is an old goat called, Biden and who probably thinks Trump is the tooth fairy.

Anyway, I digress. One day Alec was in another movie. It was a movie filled with guns and Hollywood ass kissers. The alfalfa was fresh and there was much to eat. Now, Trump, he is a crafty old ram, and he thought of the perfect plan to get rid of Alec while Alec thought of the perfect plan to get rid of Trump.

Trump had one of the herd put real bullets in a toy gun while Alec put real bullets in a toy gun; both sheep had intentions of causing harm to the other.

The plan worked perfectly! Trumps bullets caused Alec to get framed for murder while Alec's bullets were actually gumdrops (sheep posing as actors don't know the difference between a real bullet or a Snickers bar, much like most sheep in America don't have more than two functioning brain cells)

However at the trial for Alec, the perfect defense worked well as he told the Court, "Your honor, Trump did it..."
And so he was acquitted and given the National Medal of honor and a fresh herd of young sheep to fuck.

The End
*

Parasite?

"Yes?" Smiled the purple blob.

I turn my back for second and when I look back, I see you wrote some pretty weird crap. What's up?

With what could be construed as a huge grin and some ooze dripping from that grin, the parasite said, "It's Trumps fault!"

[Lipinski]

"Was it a woman?"

"Yes. Yes it was a woman."

*

During the night there was passionate conversation, it was anger, it was sadness, it was

It was salty, so just shut up!

"This was not a joke...Why would someone poison a roll?"

Who said you had to like it?

"I don't like pesto."

Random reasons for reasons why

It was during the night, the time of moonlight and evening shadows

while below, the earth shook a gentle lullaby.

[Lipinski]

Sometimes it is the smell of fresh tobacco still lingering in the kitchen
Sometime it is sometimes, other times it is the music
such music in the mind when there is only silence for a world lost in itself.

Tasting the water when dying of thirst
Flavor of food so divine while laying uneaten and a naked soul sated while gorged with dreams...
Touch of lips so soft when dust flies through the window of Life

Words
Sometimes it is the wonder of how words planted upon a sterile surface of imagination
that sometime it is far more and filling than sometimes.

[Lipinski]

Skies maiden voyage of clouds released high above the serene

Carried vibrations of her heart without skipping a beat

On the branches of time; spreading; spreading past any writene language

` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `of ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` or ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `` upon the bark where once stood two hearts



carved so deep the sap is always flowing free

` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `` can only the birds hear? ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `` ` ` `

` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `` ` ` `maybe just the leaves? ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `



it is in the roots though,

those roots running so far below the obvious

so far below deep

inside a mountain of stone i have carved

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holding the Life of the Tree



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exposing so much more than what i am...

i give you the fruit of my dreams...

[Lipinski]

Dr. Fauchi can kill humans but PUPPIES? He and his cronies spent over $400,000 to give beagle puppies a disease and then they KILLED them! Beheadings, torture, reruns of Bonanza... Fine, but kill puppies? Oh hell no.

Doc Fauchi, the following is for you.
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In his dreams, Fauchi lived a very real, living dream...
A child he sees in reflection, there in the youth of life
there beside, a puppy.

Sunlight brought into scene, a bond of boy and puppy

As he grew into what a world now whispers
Gaining function; foregoing wisdom...
Looking down by his side wherever was the puppy companion called, compassion,
there lay nothing with life
only ashes.

[Lipinski]

what is forgotten is that it is always remembered
everything
every detail down to the number of the stars in the sky.

it does not matter if there is anger or disgust
it does not matter if there are smiles of bliss
it does matter if the mind really exists...

of course the mind is powerful, such a wonderful tool
able to travel instantly to anywhere at any time
and be...

inside the inside where memories and emotions try to reside
exissssts.s.s.s.
not a cave or void or even a black hole of gravity
nothing of which this or any world can take away from me

entire lives of life and stories
written before the worlds began and read long after they are destroyed
as real
tangible
solid...

all this inside such a small, primitive, deformed skull
thankfully though
there is a name tag on the chest.

[Lipinski]

In the scene seen daily, too much, or to take away with the view of ravens feasting on the ambitions of man?

All around, the milling grind of a populace going through the motions set into motion by the aggravations
of time.
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Confusion?

Not at all; depending upon the translation of a language as alien to some as it is to many...
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Inspiration always comes after the visit. Deep in space, far from a planet called, Earth. There, in a cave called, Home. Such inspiration inside...
*
The sons and daughters of Adam are pleasant creatures to behold. Filled with color, with vibrancy; Life.

As unpredictable as a mule lead to water after a journey through a desert, and as predictable as the tide.

To strive for dominance, a realm of male and female and even those who cannot truly decide. Always. Always a leader leading to death. Only One lead a leadership position leading to Life.

In your foolish beliefs where the end is near? Humor fulfilled as you all will die. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Each and every second of every thousand years, while different in the roles played, the same.

So obvious the sand told the wind while the wind not to be calmed, told the sand, that one day, a leader of peace would arrive. It would bring together a family of humanity no matter how much they desire to kill each other, and the world would speak of life.

Only. Only it would be deceived as deception was its life, its will to gather, conquer, and with a division of numbers according to what it needs, to bring upon a world annihilation seeking to destroy Life.

Beware of the peacemaker holding arms robed in white; spread outward to bring the soul of the eagle into the lions mane while the feet carried dried blood as it marches across a battlefield strewn with the bodies of governments, religions, creeds, genders, beliefs; all a buffet for its hunger.

It has its place.It has to be. It needs to be. And while it comes, it is already here...

"Beware of strangers bearing gifts," said by so many and yet they already accepted with everything they covet and strive to posses, like a monkey clinging to a piece of nothing.

(silence in which the flame brightened in intensity. music from the rocks joined until the vibrations reversed the blood flow.)

"Open the Book. Absorb the colors. Listen to the music. Ride the sun as it rises and set. Ignore the moon. And smile. Smile at what is and cannot be changed, unless they choose to ignore what rests inside the heart."