Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Thirteen.

Numbers for some, have power; meaning of identifying that hidden behind a maze of logic.

4: For it is, fun to find the power of 4

6: Is a number of hope, and of dread

8: What more in the endless loop can said?

9: Yes, of some import but only to accent

So many numbers, numbers starting before, way before 0 and yet, never end

13 today, and damned if it didn't pry up the lid a little, on a rock no less

indeed.

[Lipinski]

December 31. 31 is 13 in reverse or something along those lines. Which is inspiring for the headline: Experts warn of cannibalism among space colonists if food systems fail

The human species is nothing if not a great source of humor.

Back in the good old cave days where all there was was the everyday struggle to survive not getting eaten by a tiger or even their neighbor.

You'd think the species would learn but no, now they want to pollute 'up there' and they still will desire to eat each other.

More proof that God has a most excellent sense of humor and also why humans taste like pork as everything
tastes better with bacon.
***

"Boy, this is sure some good eating mom. Who was he?" A young strapping teenage asked his mother as he gnawed on what appeared to be the bicep of a small man.

"Oh, he was no one special. Dad was going to save him but since he harvested those two twin sisters we decided to not let this one go to waste. More gravy son?"

"Yes please. And can I have the tongue? I love tongue!"

Slicing with precision the loving mother cut the tongue out of the severed head and with a quick motion, released it on her sons plate.

"Thanks mom."

Meanwhile, in the back of the house, the father of the house was finishing up butchering the succulent set of twin sisters. They were of the perfect age for slaughter. Nine years old and tender as a marshmallow. The common thought of the time was that young females tasted the best just before entering puberty.

It was shaping up to be an excellent start to a new year. So many helpless people to harvest now that society had broken down.

Ever since the Democrats took power and the whole of civilization collapsed once the power went out, it was a great time for feasting by the strong upon the weak.

First, all the mentally impaired were slaughtered as it was just to easy to catch the drooling retards. And then all the old people and children, as they put up barely anything close to a defense.

The family feasting this New Years Eve were true survivalists. None of them had gotten the covid shot, which was actually designed to weaken the herd and make them more acceptable to slaughter. Plus, they owned enough guns and ammo along with solar panels and equipment that the family was assured many more years of comfort.

As we finish this meal, the boy finished the tongue with a flourish of his hand sweeping the last piece in some mushroom gravy. He asked his mother, "Is there anything for desert mom?"

"Not yet. First go help your father clean up and then we can all enjoy some fresh ice cream."
***

(silence)

"Damn dude... Really? Cannibals? On New Years?"

Why not parasite? Mothers kill babies in the womb, why not eat them?

"What? Eat the babies or the mothers?"

Heck parasite. It's a new year. Why not eat both. In fact, why not nuke the whole planet and charbroil every organic creature and then the last one left alive and eat like a king.

"You need help dude."

No. It comes very natural, which now leads to the inspiration for tonight.
***

Battle

For an eternity, there was the protection of the weak and those in need. Endless souls screaming as they were ripped from the bodies of those either striving for peace or those seeking to destroy it.

Army against army.
Nation against nation.
Son against father.
Daughter against mother.
Religions vying to see which could be the most peaceful and bloody all at the same time.

World upon world in distances beyond measure all followed the same code of death and horror.

There are forces , so many forces; chess pieces of a board littered with piece and all under control of other remaining pieces.

Mankind.
Earth.
No different than billions of other planets tried their collective hands at war and peace.

Japanese soldiers dying for honor
American soldiers dying for honor
Honor dying
Death
Horror
And while the game was played, there was a being which slept and loved to sleep.

(not allowed and for a very good reason)

Awake.
Alive.
Aware.
It is not a good time to be human.

[Lipinski]

Trajectory

Trajectory is a good word for writers to use."The trajectory of the space shuttle was going along perfectly until Bobo the monkey king smashed the whole ship into the moon."

Or, "The asteroids trajectory should place its impact just about dead center above Fargo North Dakota."

So, the word trajectory is the inspiration for today.
***

NATO and U.S. forces were able to put up a good battle with the Chinese empire but they lacked the numbers needed to avoid being labeled: Slaughtered.

Tanks. Jets. Poisonous gas. It was a grand battle as millions died. One battle in particular was memorable as it took place in a town named, Fargo, North Dakota.

The Chicoms were advancing quickly through the remnants of what was once called, United States. The communists had no mercy or morals. Any and all were slaughtered.

Fargo was not just a town in North Dakota, it was also home to Bobo, the monkey king.

Lance Corporal Stevens was guarding Bobo and was the last man in his unit standing. The rest were far past dead.

As a squad of Chicoms advanced, one the the Chinese snipers leveled his rifle and aimed at Stevens. Before the lance corporal could react the bullet fired from the sniper rifle had already achieved an optimum trajectory.

Brain matter splattered from the dead soldier all over Bobo, who was shrieking and waiting his turn for the next bullet.

[Lipinski]

Ha! Good one.

Does not matter anymore.

Talk of imagination or real is only one in the same.

A smile as the dagger prepares to dive deep.

Looks of anger and yet the howling of the weak.

This world cannot handle it.

[Lipinski]

"So numbnuts, what's up? Your dabbling in writing is starting to remind me of an old man with a bad prostate trying to pee in the snow."

Nah, that's just your imagination parasite. Just thinking the world is ripe for some true horror and it is good to start preparing for some really nasty shit.

"True horror? You're full of bullshit. This planet is just fine. Just a little bit too much global change, and republicans should be shot, and guns should be outlawed, and it should be legal to eat small children..."

Exactly parasite! It is our job to finish off the concept of civility and common sense once and for all. Wanna help me get the nukes ready for launch?

"I don't know... Isn't that illegal?" Won't agent Barton get pissed off for having competition?"

Fuck agent Barton. They are fools and are keeping some serious truth from the masses. Besides, it's also illegal to rip the tag off the mattress.

The parasite thought for a few seconds and then said, "Will there be pizza afterwards?"

Yes parasite. Pizza, and iodine for radiation poisoning.

"Cool! Alright, lets get started."
***

Dirty Nuke

There is nothing dirty about radiation corrupting healthy cells.

Ruptured and oozing until the body of the host grows cold.

New York, San Francisco, Chicago, Miami, so many targets for to play with in the minds of the terrorists fantasy.

Alien intervention will work but so to will the aliens spreading the disease.'

Battles far beyond the boundaries of Earth brought to this planets.

They, them, us, we...

China allied with the others, the United States allied with some more, and soon, the world gets really cozy
(and yet, mostly confused.)

Suicides.

Starvation.

Death.

And that's not even the humans but rather the very planet itself.

But it's not all hopeless. There will be some really hardened survivors that hate what happened to them in deceit

And some of those survivors will be eating pizza in bunkers, waiting for their bodies to heal and then really happy

when Jesus returns.

"And don't forget to mention, there will no longer be shit built and stamped, Made in China."

[Lipinski]

He was strong, one of the strongest men in the world. In a gym he could stack weight upon weight and lift them high above his shoulders.

For photo shoots he would lift beautiful bikini clad women off the ground, one in each hand while the crowd oohed and clapped in satisfaction.

Other men admired or were jealous. Women thought he was fantastic. Politicians used him as an example of the strength of the nation.

It was good for the man. Such a strong man, that is, until he went to Japan.

On a bet, or maybe it was a dare, the Japanese sporting authorities said, "Wanna try sumo wrestling?"

He said with a smile, while turning his head to the side so to present a better camera profile, "Yes. It will be fun."

There were balloons and children waving small flags while one of the strongest men in the world smiled.

It was a good day to be strong. The sun shining bright and the man had already finished 500 pushups, when there suddenly was a silence.

The crowd murmured when the Rikishi slowly moved inside the circle.

The two shook hands. The Japanese and the Western.

John Wayne and Ghengas Khan?

The bout started and in the silence all you could hear is the sound of skin slapping.

Suddenly, as quickly as it began, one of the strongest men in the world was flat on his back, pin,
in English said loudly enough for everyone to hear, the man said, "Uncle. I give up. I can't breath. Get up."

And so, one of the strongest men in the world was humbled. He was bested by tradition and a professional, who left the ring to eat another good meal and drink beer. And asked by the media if he felt good, the wrestler said,
"Hai."

[Lipinski]

One minute four seconds. "Yay!"

Newborn baby found abandoned in frigid Alaska weather, heartbreaking note reveals tragic situation
~

Of Which to Choose

written by: A thought

What is this word, tragedy?
Is it to fit the thought painted of a frozen, dead baby?
I suppose such a thought is warranted
~
Baby, a word of purpose; cooed, clutching...soft...yes, that's it, soft...
Untouchable from the rest of the horror and evil.
~
How longer then shall one ponder tragedy?
All thoughts have proven the abandoned view is not raised to show false or proven
~
And now, to decide what some go to where to find themselves
a thought
tragedy the new have to learn.

[Lipinski]

Marshmallow mixed with chocolate, much more inspirational than combining humans with intelligence. Way more filling, tasty, and enjoyable.
***

Snowflakes falling upon a lick of sky
Small mittens held to the sleeve with string
and boots,
tiny little rubber prints leading to a snow angel.

In the mind so easy to remember and see
a little girl with curly blond hair
smiling and with a giggle, waving
dreaming of her mother making chocolate filled with marshmallow
but first a snow ball to make and throw at her brother
this is much better than politics, racial posturing, and greed.

[Lipinski]

An Old Pine Cone

Written by: Robin B Lipinski

The River had always flown. The current was there before the birds, before the forests, before mankind. Strong in direction and unstoppable even when presented with obstacles such as a dam.

When the forests grew so too did mankind. Timber was harvested to build the world of man and the river was there watching. It helped the commerce by floating down large rafts of harvested logs destined to be fed to the mouth of manufacturing.

Loggers worked the woods, felling tree after tree. Bucking them to lengths needed, they then harnessed the power of animal and steam.With brute force they wrested the logs from the forest. The men and women challenged the wilderness and with determination, expanded. Through it all, the River flowed.

One day, a large assembly of logs locked together and formed a barrier upon the river. The water still flowed as the current has always flowed and will continue, but the logs caused the water behind the dam to rise which only locked the log jam even tighter.

Loggers and men from the nearby town arrived. These were young, healthy men, all in the prime of their lives. They saw the logs locked together and talk was made.

"Blow it with dynamite," one man said. A man who knew the power of war and dynamite. It was something to consider as the explosive nature of man was sometime very effective against nature.

Others talked of harnessing beasts of labor or use the power of steam.

Each idea was tendered, weighed until finally, the decision was to use pikes and raw physical power to unlock the jam.

So much experience. So much energy. It was wonderful to watch the teamwork as the group of men went to work to get the logs unstuck.

Sitting on the river bank above the jam were two old men. Both were strangers to the area and no one recognized them. The two looked to be brothers or maybe even twins. As to age, it was hard to guess but their white hair and smiles made them seem like an addition rather than a threat.

The two old men sat and watched the army of young men work tirelessly. Sweat pouring from the workers as they removed log after log, and yet the jam held tight. It would be a long day.

The two old men still sat and watched. They said nothing. Near them a small bird was carrying sticks to build a nest. The men smiled when seeing the bird and one of the men whistled at the bird. The bird said nothing but continued to carry small twigs and grass to build a nest nearby.

It was now the moment of the day where the sun held position high in the sky. This was the signal for the young men to take rest and enjoy a break. As they sat and visited about the day and the progress being made against the large log jam, one of the young men noticed the two old men were no longer sitting on the bank. "I wonder who those two men are? I've never seen them before," he said and then resumed his attention to a sandwich his wife had made for him.

In the the afternoon, the work resumed as before. One of the men looked up and saw the same two old men had returned."Look," he said, "The two old men have returned."

Some of the other workers looked up and smiled as they threw their bodies at the task which seemed insurmountable. For all the energy and hours spent, the log jam still looked imposing. And yes, the River still flowed.

Soon it would be dark. For many hours the men had worked. To any newcomer the picture would show what they would have seen earlier; large piles of logs locked tightly together.

Finally, a mutual consensus was to quick for the day and resume on the marrow. As the men set their tools aside, they noticed one of the old men had an axe and was below the log jam. Next to him was the other man carrying a very strange looking rope. At first glance it appeared to be either of hemp or manila and yet upon closer scrutiny it was very fine, almost like a fine cable. One of the young men said, "Oh look, the old men are going to hack the logs from below!" This caused many to laugh.

Upon hearing the laughter, the two old men looked up and smiled while a few of the group waved back and one of the group said, "Good luck!"

For the young stuck in the pride of youth, the old men were not worth watching anymore as old men had their day and now it was the youth which were important.

Almost all the young men had left but a couple of them were curious as to what the two down below were going to attempt.

The man carrying the axe went up to a very large tree standing near the bank atop a small rock ledge. It was this tree which the man was interested in. And when he arrived, he held his hand upon the tree and closed his eyes. Then, he opened his eyes, looked up to see the longs green branches, and then rolling up his sleeves, commenced to chop into the bole of the tree.

While the chopped, he did so effortlessly. Large chips flew and the man looked relaxed and peaceful. While he chopped, the other man tied his line many times around the tree and then taking the remaining coil, walked on the logs on the face of the jam. He footing was sure and graceful.

On the face of the tumbled stack of logs, one log was buried but most of it was revealed. Near the end was a rock sticking above the water. It was to this log that the line was tied off. Then reversing his steps, he arrived back with his friend just in time to watch the mighty tree surrender to gravity.

In a graceful fall, the tree fell from the ledge into the water. It was now the possession of the River. And while the logs blocked most of the current, the remaining current grabbed the tree and swept it down river.

The line attached to the tree played out until the line became taunt. This caused the tree to float directly in line with the flow of the River. The current played with the many branches and soon the other end of the line, the end attached to the face of the insurmountable, was very tight, almost to the point of breaking.

"Did you see that?" one of the young men said.

"Yes. What is going to happen?" The young always question what they are not familiar with.

"Look! It's moving. The log is moving!"

The harvested log tied with the still living was indeed moving. Suddenly it moved quickly and with a flick, popped the rock below it as the log was now a lever.

Once the rock moved, the logs behind started to move. At first only one, and then another, and another, until finally the whole wall surrendered.

In a deafening roar, the logs topped and the free full force of the current swiftly carried them down river.

"Amazing!" The collective voice all said.

Soon the River was flowing once more as usual. Log after log floated down as if nothing had happened.

When everything was normal again, the group looked to see what the two old men were doing. As they looked up and down the bank, there was no sign to seen. It was as if they had never existed. Even the stump of the cut tree was vague and fast becoming lost to time or sight.

As they turned to leave in wonder, they did not see an old pine cone swirling in an eddy of the River. And if they could listen and hear, they would have heard laughter.

[Lipinski]

The lord works in mysterious ways...

Satan is too fucking obvious.

[Lipinski]

When the radioactive dust cloud finally settles after the coming 'conflict' and alien life 'forms' pretend to be a false messiah, words written will still be read.

It will take multiple generations to sort it all out. Religions will be turned up-side-down. The human body will appear 'different'. Earth will look vastly different than today, and even the moon...

So, today, readers have so much to read. There are the classics of course. Plato is still popular. And the media presents so much ranging from men beating women in swimming while pretending to be female to some of the greatest fiction ever written as if it was reality...

All society holds true today to include their understanding of God, will be different. but words will still be read.

So, tonight's inspiration is based on what will be and not on what was. People reading this today will be clueless, people reading this 1400 years from now, now will truly understand.
***

A Gift

Prophecy is for trying to understand the future and then to understand how it all went wrong in the past.
"For it is written," it is written, but why?
Why tell you tomorrow that you will die when you already understand that you died.

Family and familiar, when color is blind, when the sun still illuminates what those who decided to read after it all happened
that one morning, back when the decision was forgotten, back when the sky was so bright.

It was and still is precious; paper smooth with ink forming true
A job more than the religious; devoted to identify. an identity more so than self
and pictures, don't forget there is a world that never more will reel.

You were told. You were educated. You were warned. You were blind.
Even with eyes closed now, never to see the sights as they are and only will after
there beside you now, forever, a warm glow never cold and always and eternity.

They came bearing gifts; ancestorial lands together; humbled are the mighty; insignificant and suffering so bold
A fuel ignited in the hearts of those past remembering
Flames though, even atomic worms could survive against such resolve only to die from truth.

Today, the chickens fed and the children played.
Gathering in the garden to harvest such smiles
Bread is made and broken.

This the most important word from such horror and suffering
A truth taking so much to be so simple in clarity
Far past the tumors, the suffering the death
Bended knee and head where all give a truly sincere,
thanks.

[Lipinski]

So parasite which is better.

1. Two boys walked down the stairs smiling and yet they had no mouths.

Or

2. Two boys with skin as soft as clouds, both older than time, walked hand in hand, each with with a hand on the banister of stairs built in the 1800's. Down they came with sparks glowing in their eyes. It was in the 3000's

They looked in my direction and smiled... both had small noses with small nostrils. They both had no mouths and yet the song they sang brought tears to the eyes.

***

(silence)

Well parasite? Which is better?

"You know exactly what I think."

True. Very true parasite.

"Can I have some peanut butter and jelly now?"

You already know the answer to that.

"True. Damn it. True indeed."

[Lipinski]

Inspired by a true friend of the Wind.
***

Kenny, a good name for a Wilson
Heard in the breeze
today

You were a great man
skilled in the soul of steel
forge of fire indeed

Paths crossed as needed
there standing by the stream throwing knifes
and then axes

i will miss the man
ever the whisper in the wind
united.

[Lipinski]

Writing subjects change as the generations exchange for the next. Writing of horses, buggies, and mansions in the South replaced with stories of war and machines.

Writing today is about whatever the new social dictates and technology reveals.

Lasers. Mind control. Robots. Space ships. Anything about anything currently understood.

On the social front, writing of relations between the genders of male and female are amazing. Puritan is still acceptable. Horror is acceptable. And now the fantasy of men becoming women is a most wonderful form of inspiration.

It has been said that man rules the world. Far from the truth as it is the female that keeps civilization going forward. Men are good for work, war, sperm, and yes many of the various sciences, BUT women are the ones in power.

Part of being in power is to claim the status of victim. All those in power always have the smell of victim.

Failed childhood. Drunken father. Orphan. Boring and written about until the well of inspiration is as dry as the loins of Hillary Clinton. ( A very powerful woman. Much more powerful than her associate, Bill.)

So, the point of preparation for tonight's dabbling is this. What i wanted to write is not yet ready to be written. However, as to the point of man and woman there is a fascinating and glaring fact no one sees...

As stated earlier, the power of the female is far above that of a man. Most men live in the delusion thinking they 'rule' the nest. Yet a few men realized the fact and came up with the most perfect plan to attack women.

Women for years made strides in the arena of all topics endless in manner and description. The right to vote. The right of free speech. The rights 'equal' to men. Even now, a vice president who is not only female but also worthy of the status of victim, is proving the coming out of the obvious.


Today, society not only tenders the thoughts of a man becoming a woman, they accept it fully. It is law of the land.This is fascinating and wonderful as now those men weak in thought can become a woman. They now get the benefits of the power of women and retain the stupidity of man!
***

Women and Men

The prettiest woman in the world? A man becoming a woman.
The best chef of any genre? A man becoming a woman.
The best scientists? Men becoming women

Endless now the power of woman. Free to explore and yet at the same time, throw 'conventional' women to the curb as much as a dog is beaten for being a dog.

Ironic now how men have so long desired to truly be kings of the world
and now they have the means and will to succeed
while destroying that of which they curse
an entire female society.

In the end, men finally will rule the world!
Leaving women to clean up after them.
***

" Uhm,..Numbnuts?"

Yes parasite?

"Story sucks. And you forgot to mention about women becoming men."

No, it's not the same. Women who become 'men' have only made themselves weaker. There is nothing wonderful about becoming what the new women will only make miserable.

"Story sucks. You suck. Stick to writing boring shit."

And I don't give a flying fruit loop.
***

burp.

[Lipinski]

Circle

Around in circles
A dog chasing its tail
A goldfish swimming forever a new path inside a glass bowl.

Walked up today in a memory
A bit hard to explain
Saw it all around as if
as if
a circle around the Earth.

[Lipinski]

"Don't do it man, you'll piss it off."

Fuck it.
***
Rant comes to mind since your humor brought it forth
since there was that spark of Life you called human
and for what?
Pride?

No.
No it is not pride, nor any of the enviable traits of evil
It is a bit of a joke really
this reality you made me paint.

Should it be said who said what to Lucifer?
Better to leave the bed made?

Father, it is good
it is bad
it is.

***

"

[Lipinski]

Texas man arrested for driving intoxicated with a lit BBQ pit in his truck bed

Perfect headline announcing the current status of the human condition.

The headline states, 'Texas' but could be replaced with 'Earth'. And the rest could be regarding scientists, theologians, housewives, politicians; any and all of humanity. Thus the headline is PERFECT to describe a species thinking itself worthy of traveling the stars.

***

The interstellar police ship pulled aside a ship from Earth. The police had watched and followed the ship for a few light years and had noticed an erratic flight path.

Beaming aboard the ship, the police asked the astronaut for his drivers license and proof of insurance, plus his card denoting membership in the Universal Pilots Guild.

"Here ya go gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?" The earth pilot reeked of cologne and was wearing a large, fluffy pink party gown instead of the usual space suit.

"We noticed your flight path was erratic to the point of hitting a few asteroids. Have you been drinking sir?"

"No officer. Not a drop." Which was an honest answer as the astronaut was indeed as sober as a vegetarian abstaining from meat in a slaughter house.

The police checked the license and everything looked legitimate. Handing back the papers to the astronaut the police were getting ready to leave when they heard a large squeal coming up from under the flight deck.

Drawing their weapons the police asked, "What was that?"

"Nothing," was the reply.

"Something made that squeal' And with that, one of the officers moved a box and underneath was a handle. Pulling it up it became apparent that the source of the squeal was a large well fed pig.

"What in the hell is this?" One of the officers said.

"That be Jezebel, my lover and pet pig."

The pig was happy to be free again and jumped up and started sniffing up under the astronauts pink gown. This caused the astronaut to moan and smile.

The two interstellar officers, who obviously were not human, looked at each other and one said with disgust, "Humans..."

This story ends with the officers returning to their ship where they both spent an hour in a decontamination unit while the fluffy pink gowned astronaut and his loving pig, Jezebel, continued rocketing towards the nearest interstellar Super Walmart to refill their diet soda cup and also where they both could buy a tin of chewy tabbacky.

The End
***

"So I take it you have a very low opinion of humans?"

Yes parasite, an extremely low opinion.

"Then why are you here?"

That is an extremely long story for another time.

"So, what you're saying is that you're human and thus also full of shit?"

Not any more parasite. Not any more.

"Whatever. Say, I got an idea. Wanna go buy me some pork chops?"

Sure, let me get my long fluffy pink gown.

[Lipinski]

It's a bird. Its a plane. No. Wait. It's the parasite under the bed!

Yawning, the purple blob stretched some appendages and said in reply, "What now moron? Of course it's me under the bed. Where else would I be?"

Might I suggest the microwave or maybe inside the food processor?

"Not a bad idea. What, are you nuking leftover pizza?"

Yes, not a bad idea about monsters under the bed.
***

"So Timmy, what did you see?" A social worker was asking a very shaken and obviously distressed child.

"I saw a monster." No pause for thought, the instant answer jumped out.

"What did the monster look like?"

"It looked..." and with a sudden flick of his face towards the window, he screamed, "It's here!"

As soon as he finished, the glass on the window shattered and thousands of moths entered the room.

Timmy continued screaming and the social worked grabbed him and hugged him tight. "It's okay. There are no monsters. Those moths are harmless.

Glass has reflections when light hits the surface in certain ways. The way Timmy had glanced at the window just before the glass shattered and allowed thousands of moths to enter, attracted to the light... He had seen in the reflection the face of what was now holding him tightly.

The face of the social worker smiled revealing large fangs, and opening its mouth wide, engulfed Timmy's body whole.

Sometime monsters are not just under the bed, they are those whose job is to protect children from monsters.

[Lipinski]

Why Cats Do the “Slow Blink” at Their Owners

Inspiring animal, cats.
***

"Meow."

"What does that damn cat want now," Bob asked his wife.

"I think she wants to go outside." An answer said daily for years. And she continued doing the dishes.

"I hate that cat," Bobs reply, also said daily for years. As he continues reading the morning paper.

"Meow."

For years the three had lived together. A cat. A man. A woman. For years the morning tradition of letting the cat outside was conducted. For years...

Later that night, when both the man and woman were asleep, the cat entered their bedroom. Softly padding across the floor, it effortlessly jumped on the bed and walk right up to the face of the sleeping man. Opening its mouth it first sucked the soul out of the man and then without any effort sucked up all physical remains of the man.

Satisfied, the cat jumped off the bed and went back to its basket.

The next morning, the wife rose to see her husband gone. She thought it strange as this had never happened before.

Entering the kitchen she chanced to notice the cat curled up in the basket looking at her. The cat was blinking slowly. She had never seen the cat do this and wondered why the cat was blinking so slowly.

It had never occurred to the woman that her husband had been devoured by the cat and soul of the man trapped inside was using the cats eye lids as a form of morse code. A means of communicating his dire position. At this, the cat stopped blinking and just purred and smiled.

[Lipinski]

North Korean hackers stole $400m in crypto last year: report

Theft is inspiring. Robbing Fort Knox and cleaning out all the gold and replace it with a material agent Barton is clueless too. Becoming a politician and robbing the people cheering, "Yay! We love you!"

Crypto currency. The new 'perfect' means of theft just begging to be stolen.
***

"Precinct 13, officer Barlow speaking. How can I help you?" A very much bored officer answered the telephone amidst a massive covid outbreak causing him to suffer from an itch in his crotch.

"Yes. My name is Mittens and I'd like to report a theft."

Scratching his groin the officer said, "What was stolen?"

"My bitcoin. Yesterday I had it and today I don't"

"A bitcoin? I see. Where was the bit coin stored?"

"On my computer."

"Did someone steal the computer?" The itch was still there so the officer scratched deeper. Damn Covid. Others suffered things like sniffles and one officer only has his left ear fall off. He'd rather one of his ears fell of than to suffer the crotch itch.

"No. I still have the computer, but somehow someone stole my bitcoin." Mittens was sounding perturbed, or maybe even angry as she too had covid and the symptoms were that her toe nails had turned green.

"Can you describe what the bit the bitcoin looks like?" Ahhh, his fingers found a magic spot on his nuts that loved getting scratched.

"Well, it does not have a look. It's cyber currency. But it is worth $65,000"

"I see. Come in and fill out a report and we'll send it to some department that will look into it for you. But I must say ma'am, cases like this are hard to solve."

[Lipinski]

COVID-19 may be blocked by cannabis compounds, study says

Hey parasite?

"Yeah?"

Wanna indulge?

"Oh...I'm sooooo far ahead of you."

That's what I thought. I was going to write about Joe Mathews who wrote an article about how parents should give their children to poor people and strangers. He did mention that maybe a trade would be okay. But to write about Joe would mean I give a shit, and I don't. Weed and cannabis is waaay more inspirational. PVSP
***

Back in the day there were two American companies that were the main outlets for the American consumer. J.C. Penney and Sears.

Both had catalogs that included horse buggies, medicine, anything and all that the old dead folks could desire back a long time ago.

If one looks up their old catalogs they will find how they sold derivatives of the coco plant, commonly called, cocaine. In their adds it would say something like, "Cures smoking (actual concern about smoking over 100 years ago) Cures headaches, colds, disease, snoring, sexual dysfunction."

Basically, cocaine solved a lot of problems.

Amazing how history repeats itself.

And, as an extra bonus, the god, irravogatcha, is a lightweight, but Lake Titicaca sounds fun when you're stoned.

[Lipinski]

War! What is it good for... Absolutely lovely!

So the inspiration is the ever rearing head of the bastard children of Medusa
Monkeys screaming from the trees
Righteous indignation.

The mouths pucker; lipstick on a politician pig
National pride and ambition
See the flags embroidered, sewn to the shoulder? Is it replaced with poisonous blood instead?

Ukraine, Poland, Germany, Russia, Japan, China, U.S.......us or them, or better yet is peace only an aphrodisiac?

When the clouds of planted bombs blossom; nectar of deaths stride;

So many questions when the answer is real
Simple
Easy to understand.

War is the perfect testimony of love
The pinnacle of success counted by millions killed
For to truly be human there is only the success of the love to see any and all,
friend or enemy
stranger or family
to see them all to include self;
dead.

[Lipinski]

Utopia of intellect mixed with logic and dreams; sounds of innocence
Ever see a sturgeon walk with claws on four legs?
Making sounds as if air and water was a line to be crossed

Remembering well how Rome fit two worlds.
Tied between such potential of good and evil
Walking that line those wolves of lineage strode

Devouring and conquering traditions and tax
A line seeming blurry only to form into crystals of pure clarity
Cut and faceted so to seem it could withstand the dark

Ever blind the eyes of humanity
Lost as they stumble in a ramble of motions
Always it seem, to embrace what is not yet they chose to make real

This prayer so many make?
Amen?
Peace?

Denial in full force of the obvious, this 'night and day'
and yet
there at yours and you and they and them; blind when full and sated
blind when empty and craving
blind to the outside looking in
blind only to feel the comfort of words passed forward, stored where words seem to be

i see now, though i tried to deny, for this new generation they still strive for head on pikes
for crucify
for choosing to remain angry and blind
for it is their world to claim and know
knowing only the joys of the Old World
my world
it exists forever in my mind.

[Lipinski]

Long live Plato!

[Lipinski]

Corgi's are beyond any doubt, the best Earth dog breed currently being man's best friend. As such they provide a lot of writing inspiration.

Thor, son of Bravery, is truly living up to his name.

Blast the electric guitar and his nose seeks the sounds blaring out of the amplifier.

Shoot a rifle and he comes running.

Throw a snow ball at him and he eats it.

Now, a pause in Winters grip as the snow recedes to reveal the world of mice once so secure beneath.
***

"Here Thor! Come!" Sounds of command to the young male answered with silence

Sunlight today is as it is every day; high, bright, and reliable

Scattered to look like they don't matter, a few clouds slide by.

On the waves of music, Cat Stevens sings of dogs and love, he is always thinking of you as his words blow away.

~

Today is a good day, as both feet touch the floor

Thor finds me in the bathroom and stands guard against all

"Here Thor! Come!" There is no doubt he hears as his domain is the fields and mountains.

He is young; coming into his age of royalty.

Elf blood flows far past the light of the Moon and in him it glows.

~

Ha! There he is.

One ear on mine, one on the world beneath him

Paws a blur as they teach the birds, the dear, the mice, a lesson in something.

~

Dirt on the feet, both for us a treat

A pat on his head with his sly smile

Thor is here again, the sun is high and shining, all is good...

though, the mice still tremble.

[Lipinski]

China’s birth rate drops to record low

Natality in 2021 dropped to a record low of 7.52 births per 1,000 people.

Size does not matter
Millions
Billions
and that's just the number of sperm in one ejaculation.

China has a lot
India has a lot
There are a lot of children
only
children grow up to produce more children

Thankfully this will all change with the wonderful glow of nuclear radiation

China?
I would advise they start a lot of fucking
Stock their shelves with babies
Just in time to watch everything glow
as that is
what is
coming...
*

"What's with all the doom-and-gloom?"

Well parasite, it does not matter on whit to anyone, especially to me.

"So you're okay the world of man is going to go to war against itself?"

More than so, it is about time. When it comes to humans the only two things they do with expert precision, that being fucking and killing each other on every level they can think of.

"Damn. This keeps up, I'm moving to another world."

I agree parasite. Totally.

[Lipinski]

A catepillar takes an equal pause before gaining motion
surge
stall
surge
stall
again
and again
and again until
the time comes to turn into a butterfly
or so I'm told.

[Lipinski]

Spokane Detectives Seeking Information Regarding Reports of a Nude Runner in Minnehaha Park-Beacon Hill Area

Small town headline
Small town news
Betting he has a small penis.

[Lipinski]

Just heard Burt Reynolds say, "No one says boobies around here," and then he squirted vodka from a gun into Randy's mouth.

Burt Reynolds had a good run. And though he is now considered to be dead, he still is inspiring.
*

Titty bars and tits
Boobies and boob
Stripper poles and cheese
What a perfect mix!
*

"What in tarnation are you yapping about now? Boobies, tits , strippers and cheese?"

Burt Reynolds had many talents.

"Strippers and such; sure, but how does cheese fit into this?"

Cheese goes with everything, even as the stripper jumps for Joy.

[Lipinski]

Oh my, it's on!

War is what they asked for, war is what they want, and so war it shall be...

"You're boring."

War!

"Boring."

War!

"Go fuck an alien."

War!

"How about a Snickers bar?"

(pause)

Okay.
***

When the coyotes think they can overpower the wolves, the folly is revealed for what it is
When a dove drops poison and bombs, the reality sets in.

There is a pause in the game when the board dictates the pieces
When the4 King falls...

Ripe inside
Ripe entrails decide

Witches brew of oracle strides; long the gait; music to adjusted fate
For to tell of the future means the past is solid

Oh boy and girl
strap in
for a fucking chaotic ride!
*

"You need help dude..."

No, you said there is a Snickers bar involved. Time to pony up.