Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Hygiene

People use funny words. "I do things in a clean way to ensure my body is healthy," OR "I practice good hygiene."

Both are ways to talk about health but the word, hygiene makes one sound intelligent.

"Uh, intelligent? Dude, you are not even close. You are more like a retarded version of Gomer Pyle."

Gomer had good hygiene.

"Whatever,"

Tonight the inspiration of alien lifeforms and their form of, 'hygiene'.
*

Jagor finished the ritual of mating with the Zortar plant as per the ritual of Tespor. It was successful though a messy ordeal to be sure. Sexual relations among the Tippitee people was not of a DNA comparison, rather the juices of Jagor fed the seeds of the Zotar plant so that they could duplicate a cloned version of Jagor.

There are two genders among the Tespor. There is also only two names among the species. Jagor was one name and it is the Jagor that breed while the other name is Pilgraoth, whose purpose is to rear the new Tespor.

Mating rituals on the planet are continuous and ongoing, though the best results are when the Tpp tree above the Zotar plants, shed their leaves.

The messy part of the mating ritual is the result of a large cyst which grows on the forehead of the Jagor as they copulate with the plant. Upon orgasm, the cyst pops and shoots a large wad of pus onto the Zortar plant. Along with the pus, the life juice from the 'genitals' mix and complete the cycle.

Afterwards, Jagor wipes their body with sand and then go jump into a lake. This keeps infections from occurring plus it really makes the parasite happy.
***

"Have you considered taking drugs? Maybe just give up writing and you and I can go annoy each other while devouring chocolate and potato chips. You have to provide the chocolate and potato chips."

Didn't like my story?

"Did you?"

Actually, the pus part actually made me crave vanilla ice cream.

[Lipinski]

"So moron..." (munch munch) Are you high from the varnish fumes?"

Who are you? Where am I? Are you intelligent?


"Oh yes, this is gonna be fun!"
***

When a Parasite High Jack (or is it Jill?) A Writers Thread

By: Parasite

First off, what nut wrote and then it made its way into, Lost In Space, the new version on Netflix?
Not one sex scene anywhere, just a lot of stupid robots and teeny bopper actors.

And speaking of Snickers and peanut butter, it reminds me of , 'and anudder peanut budder...'

Let me tell you what, a cow does indeed eat grass growing out of its own shit.

and...

shit... He is coming off the varnish fume high.

Damn, it is fun.

The End
*

Parasite?

"Yes most esteemed one?"

Did you write something while I was dreaming?

"Absolutely not! That would be so wrong!"

(silence)

So you did write something. Taking advantage of a varnish fumed worker. And incapacitated.

"Ha! You bet your sweet ass I did, And if you let me continue I was going to write about a dolphin I know that likes stinky cheese, and then I was gonna write about that time you did that thing... you know... the Moon?"

Parasite, do you know where varnish can went? I need some more fumes.

[Lipinski]

It is hard to imagine those writers who suffer from writers block. There is so much inspiration out there one could write from the moment they wake up until it is time to go to sleep again.

Currently watching a silly show called, Divorce Court. Way more inspirational than Justice Judy, or Judge Judy.

So, much like diarrhea comes forth after eating at McDonalds, so now does the inspiration from a silly show.
***

"Did you bust her upside the head?" The presiding judge asked while on the window a yellowjacket sought the sunlight of the January sun.

"Well your honor, that woman be one crazy woman. And God knows I love her, but she do drive me crazy. Always talking about her crazy family, and..."

"Stick to the question sir, did you bust her upside the head with a rolled up newspaper."

There was a murmur in the courtroom as they waited for the answer from a large black man who did have some charm in his demeanor and smile but there was something sly about him that oozed out for all to see.

"Your honor, I didn't use no rolled up paper."

"What did you use?" The room was fully caught up to see what would happen next.

"I used a baseball bat. I whacked that ding bat up alongside her head and then pushed her down the stairs so that when she come to, she couldn't remember it be me and instead blame menopause/fainting and falling down the stairs." A murmur erupted in the crowd.

"You whacked your wife with a baseball bat? That is illegal so tread lightly with your statement. So, did you use the bat to inflict harm?"

"With all due respect your honor, I think you be a crazy bitch also and you need a good head busting..." And with a sudden reaction, rushed the podium and a scuffle broke out as the man attempted to grab the judges gavel.

The court bailiff rushed and overpowered the man and succeeded but not before getting a swift kick in the groin.

As quick as it began, it ended with the man being hauled off by police. With order now restored the judge told the woman, "You're lucky to be alive. The court thereby awards full settlement to you."

With a sob, the woman said, "Thank you your honor. But I still love the man."

*

"Human mating rituals are fucked up, I think the man had every right to bust that woman upside the head."

You mean like this parasite? (The parasite never saw the iron bar held in Robin's hand as it met the purple blob of what looked to be the parasites head."

"Oh look! Sparkly stars! Do it again. Do it again. I like it!"

No problem parasite, no problem at all. I could do this all day.

[Lipinski]

Angels are wonderful. They are real. Though, they are misunderstood and definitely no match for a dragon.

"Ohhhhh boy... Religious stuff again? A bunch of hooey if you ask me."

Okay, so I won't ask you parasite. However, angels are real, dragons are real, tofu sucks, and whoever invented dark chocolate related to keto...they need to be eaten alive by ants.

"You enjoy yourself moron, I got a message from a dolphin that wants to play dominoes so I'll leave you to your rambling."

Don't cheat parasite. Dolphins are not the brightest sardine in the ocean but they don't like people cheating when they play dominoes.

Anyway, angels... So, look up 2 Kings 19:35 An 'angel' killed 185,000 Assyrians in one night. Not bad.

UFO's and angels have a LOT in common... Which leads to the question, what does an angel look like? Could it be a ball of light that can hover in place and zoom to speeds so fast they cannot be measured?

Weapons? A sword? A shield? Lasers? All well and good but you should see what an angel can do with time manipulation. Imagine your body 'existing' now and then a wave of 'time wash' meets your body at the point where you've been dead for a loooong time...

Inspirational. Looking forward to some really good angel games. And yes, one of the best traits of angels, dragons, and such are that they exist in front of your eyes, while your mind just decides to not acknowledge something so simple and available for any soul to feel and see.
***

The Angel of Wind

written by: A breeze

The crowds chant, "There is no God!
And yet, the wind blows through their hair while dancing with the trees

A bereaved women laments the passing of her family killed in battle
while the fog of war blows away

Tears and laughter; lungs expelling the emotions with such force it moves with ease

Smiling while the perspiration of a hard days work dries off his body, a new father holds his newborn daughter
the evening is young as the stars smile too, shimmering waves of air moving free

Life is real and has meaning
Even an aborted baby in the womb can feel the Wind, as it carries them to a better place.

[Lipinski]

"Hey numbnuts! I got a joke for you."

No you don't.

"Yes. Yes, this time I really do." The purple blob known as, parasite, was doing something with its mouth that vaguely resembled a smile.

Okay. (sigh) I'll listen.

"Why did the chicken cross the road!"

Don't yell. You're are literally standing right there.

"Okay. Any way, why did the chicken cross the road?"

I give up. Why did the chicken cross the road?

"The chicken crossed the road so it could laugh at the dead turkey hit by a bus laying on the other side of the road." The parasite seemed proud of itself. "Well? Whattia think?"

At first, it made absolute sense. Crystal clear. But then it started getting cloudy. But you did good parasite,because it reminds me of what Biden is crossing, which then brought to mind that one can now buy 12 cans of 12oz Coca Cola and coffee for the low price of $27.29 , which then reminded me of entering a consciousness.
***

In the gigantic universe of the atom, there resides a shadow
lowered gate of proton and neutron
quircky qourks
and dark matter...

Every side of every surface as bright with energy, it glows
while peering back...
another Universe.

[Lipinski]

His hands were written with lines of history; wrinkled parchment of life and death.
In the background there existed the babble of humanity, an over reaching sound of ignorance and confusion.
~
Sitting upon a stone perched high, the site was perfect with the blending of two old ideas
One, a stable example of truth
the other, the results of choice
~
Zen, it is said, of harmony where is none
and nothing is spoken of how a heart can pulsate when chaos can stop so much
/
\
/
inside the stone lay the mans heart
outside of the man's body beat the rhythm life dancing to the tune of an avalanche of cascading ice
falling to entomb both a world
and a worm.

[Lipinski]

Rebellion is a wonderful trait. With rebellion there is change leading to normal and circling back endlessly to rebellion.

So many examples, so many times, so to keep it simple/;\ writing.

Recently, To Kill a Mockingbird is being banned for being 'racist'. The word, nigger, is mentioned 50 times.

Recently, Rome burned and along with it many priceless writings.

Recently, Plato is surviving in pieces.

Recently, Alexanders library was burned.

Recently, so many authors/writings of no importance and of utmost importance - obliterated in the endless cycles of rebellion.

One thing, and one thing only in common with rebellion, is simple..rebellion is boring because it is VERY predictable. Which means humanity totally embraces rebellion as wonderful. Every human alive and dead, rebelled...Amazing to see how rebellion brings forth writing that changes a world only to fall apart and float in the gutter of future rebellion.

My writing is garbage released by the mind as it amuses me and helps pass the time. If there was a bin to recycle the writing, I would refuse as it is a form of rebellion... or would I?

Watched a movie made in the year 1976, the year the 'United States' celebrated 200 year of existence. A blink of time in the ongoing rebellion. Amazing to see how the current crop of rebels is so different and yet so much the same.

There are a few people in the world that are not rebels. These people are interesting to study. One man in particular, changed the world, and he did it without rebellion... Interesting. He was a living story and not a written one.

Inspirational, the boring cycles of rebellion. As boring as humanity can be, yet inspirational anyway.

The following is an idea which is not rebellious in nature... rather it is directed to something enjoyable to annoy. Humans are easy, very easy to annoy and so not even worth the effort but it is fun to aggravate those making my life interesting
***

The Game Masters

Black and white patterns of predictability
1=1+1 or 1+1=3
0
0
0
0
four times, for four winds, fortunate? fortune? Folly!
~

You see, it is...
all
in the mathematics.
~
Traveling in time to tune the tiny minds
or is it time travels for those thinking themselves fortunate?
~

Speaking of time, the next time, a full on, good swift kick
to the,
on wait, they don't have any...
nuts.

[Lipinski]

Did you enjoy the music parasite?

"What music? Are you referring to the pain of the coyotes being slaughtered by the wolves last night?"

Sorta. That was not music though, that was payback for trying to eat Thor. No, the music was the wolf who sang a very well thought out melody to let the world know some things are worth experiencing.

"I'd rather play with string and boogers."

I know. You and the wolf have much in common.
*

On legs of sinew and bone; rushing against the wall of night air
Breathing as smooth as a raindrop sliding down the side of a cloud
They came to visit and sing with me.
~
So many worlds within a world
Valleys
Plains
Deserts
Oceans
Stars
Galaxies
Heavens
~
Their fangs are but mere instruments, bringing forth the sounds of pain and pleasure
Lapping up the results
as in the den,
a new world of pups.

[Lipinski]

A Tankers Dream

Morning of gathering the cold blooded beast dressed for battle
Lines of glory waiting to be crossed
Russian Motherlands embrace; colors of the the tankers face

T-19
T-90
125mm shells to pierce virgin skin with ease

Ukraine
Poland
Germany
Fields of flowers waiting to crushed leaving bodies to freeze

Fearing not the sky or sea
Content to feed on the flesh of the weak
While hiding in the basement,
ground of play now a nightmare of fire,
children tremble awaiting the endless tread
of tanks.

[Lipinski]

Are you feeling it parasite?

"What? Gas? A pulled groin muscle? What are you blabbering about now?"

I'm talking about feeling absolutely wonderful today.'

"That's because you're a fucking bi-polar retard."

True, but something in the air is good today. Gonna rip some boards, torture the corgi's, and make pizza.

"Whatever. I'm gonna do none of those things. The most I'm gonna do today is to do absolutely nothing."

So you are going to have a normal day?

"Exactly. Let me know when the pizza is ready."

Sure thing. Now, inspired by the copper penny that people ignore when they see one laying on the ground outside a grocery store.*

*

The penny was shiny and new back in 1972. Freshly minted and full of hope and potential.

In the year 1972, Viet Nam was a fresh wound in need of healing and the hippies with their free love and micro buses banged on tambourines and got high.

When the penny was dropped into circulation, it held importance as it was a part of a mighty world currency system. While by itself it was only worth one cent but when mixed with millions, it became a force to be reckoned with.

In 1972, the penny was in a roll of ninety nine other pennies and its destination was the Fargo Bank of Minot North Dakota. Few people lived in Minot in 1972 and for good reason. Minot is, was and always will be a perfect place to make disparaging jokes about.

Pennies existed everywhere in America in 1972. They existed in the stomachs of children who swallowed them, they existed by the millions in jars in homes; receptacles for all those coins bouncing around.

In 1972, a penny placed in a gumball machine would allow a sugary piece of colored candy to be dispensed. A penny could be collected as if it was a rare treasure. In short, in 1972, a penny had respect.

It is now the year 2022, that once freshly minted and shiny penny released among the population in Minot North Dakota back in 1972 was now a battle scarred token of the state of the Union.

Once the country called, United States of America, was a freshly minted country full of hope and potential. Its citizens sweated as they worked the industry. Children learned the magic of math and science. By themselves the citizens were like the penny, not worth much but when mixed with millions, it became a force to be reckoned with.

In the years the penny existed from 1972 until today was a story spanning towns, families, individuals, and fate. The penny had been in many pockets, purses, jars, and even in a mud puddle. Babies had chewed on it, dogs had sniffed it. And today, it is in my pocket.

I had to write about this penny because this is the way writing works. Every creature. Every item. Every idea is twined together as are the years, centuries, lunar cycles, solar travels, and God.

Today, i give blessings for the skills and ability the experiences of time has given. It is wonderful to know that while the penny is a perfect metaphor for life, nothing can compete against the power of Life. No war can touch Life. Hate is powerless against Life. Suffering, anger, pain, sorrow, sickness, greed, evil...not one thing can even come close to tarnishing the luster of Life.

And so, the penny minted in 1972 is the perfect reminder that no matter how insignificant the penny is or the person thinks they are... Life is. It truly is.

And so God, today is 2022 and tomorrow will be 6082 and the day after that will be numbers which do not yet exist, complete with freshly minted Life and it is good.

Thanks for the humor and opportunity.

[Lipinski]

zero

null

0

Integer

Never 1

Never 2

Three is somewhat

4
4
4
4

(insert picture of what is in the blood and drives it all)

flying down the face of the cliff, it is controlled.
neither straight but rather right and left
and at least it leaves a smile

[Lipinski]

Just heard the words, "Baptizing a gorilla..."

You just read the words now spoken in your language inside your mind, "Baptizing a gorilla..."

What does that make you think of as a writer.

1. Science fiction where language substituted killing with the word, baptizing?

2. A, 'Planet of the Apes', modification where the monkeys still run the world?

3. An actual gorilla getting baptized by some religion/government/cult?

4. (maybe your mind is thinking about being constipated and that you'll never eat beets again?)

For me my mind went to racism. The story is about the two warring colors of black and white. Which then led to why such a simple thought entered so quickly when hearing those words.

The simple thought was logical and poetic at the same time. My color is white. My color is black. My colors are the colors of Life.

[Lipinski]

when blood flows there are reasons
it takes a lot out of the meaning of living
mortality
coagulation
and pain
and before you know it, blood stops flowing, life has meaning, and pain is another part of memories.

[Lipinski]

So the communist regime of China is hosting the world wide Olympics. I would not want to be one of the athletes there currently being used as test subjects of some more China biological hanky panky.

But, sports are inspirational. Skiing, ice skating, even the silly sport of old people sweeping ice with a broom to help a rock go faster.

I wonder, does alien life ski?
*

Skiing

Freezing water vapor gains weight and falls in a flurry
Fluffy flakes of crystals to blanket the landscape.
Falling with ease and with no real direction, soon the world is white and it is time to play.

They came from the stars, mainly for the entertainment as water and ice do not exist on their planet.
Even fun and interest was derived from the study they conducted on the ice crystal matrix
In conclusion they decided it was true, not one snowflake was the same.

Spying some humans dressed like clowns, racing down a mountain, it was now something they must try
So
Soon, racing down a mountain at great speed!
Truly, so very entertaining!

Zooming!
Zigging!
Zagging!
And finally, at the height of the greatest of speed...
to crash directly into a very large tree.

(pause for effect)

Oh, it's okay. They were not hurt, not one little piece or bit
well, they were not but as for the human?
The human died instantly as he really had no control at all
Skiing on skis that were alien
Black and shiny
Fast and fun
The aliens thought skiing was an excellent way to exist
and now their collective thoughts turned to another winter sport,
curling...

[Lipinski]

it seems small...
our participation of being
'alive'.

biological construction of robotic design
purposely below the level of perfection;
unique.

able to write Shakespeare
able to create an atomic bomb
able to kill a brother
or sister

...

there is much in common we share
sex
food
air
time...

...

so a simple question often aris4es
why are we alive?

the real question should be
why don't we appreciate better this wonderful thing called,
Life?

today, after days of illness, a man full of many 'things'
one who tries
found out the truth of one very important thing about life...

friends
friends exist everywhere even if we label them enemy
and why?

a simple answer is
all of mankind are the same,
what sets the individual above the lifeless stone or diamond
is who and what we consider to be
our friends.

[Lipinski]

war is an inspiration for endless writing as much as war is endless...

"Wars and rumors of war."

"The war to end all war."

"Make love and not war."

Quotes of hopeless fools full of an idea of peace which currently is far from existing on this planet.
~

A nuclear submarine from Russia rode the surface in front of the USA, with 160 nuclear missiles
China brags of military might
as does India
Turkey
and an entire world.

~
For citizens war has become a spectators sport, and currently it is
china, russia, syria, usa, yemen,
and an entire world...

~

Bluster and bravado from those who do not understand there is horror above and beyond the reality of mortal death.

~

It is not in bullets or missiles
Aircraft able to destroy cities
Ships of those above and below water to complete annihilation
Armies of billions,
billions of decomposing bodies...

It is the horror of accepting so easily the choice given of hate.
***

Humanity is not the only species choosing the hard choice of hate.
There are many.
Many worlds seeking to destroy not only themselves but others...

They are masters at the methods of destruction, but while on this planet there are those who strive to believe peace can exist and be so inclusive, so too are other species who have chosen the easy path of peace...

This too will come to pass as humanity is given the gift, the example set by a species of total peace meeting the species of total hate
and to use the vernacular of sports, the metaphor of war,
in this exhibition
there will be
no home town advantage.

[Lipinski]

"You jabber a lot. War. Writing. Fantasy. Religion. Why don't you write about something you actually understand, like chocolate donuts?"

I do write about chocolate donuts. In fact I write about any damn thing I want because this is still somewhat a country that embraces freedom of speech and thought. True, it is changing fast into becoming just another country of oatmeal emotions of idiots sucking their collective thumbs, but until they kill off and censor those like myself, I will continue to write as the spirit dictates.

"You're still a turd."

Yes parasite. A very large turd that will never be able to be flushed.

"Yeah, I know. And I admire that about those writers who let it all flow. So dude, let it flow. Be what you want to be."

Thanks slimeball, a lot to do today. A new direction in the familiar. A change in the Wind. And Life is smiling.
***

When laying in a crib the baby knows no language or color of skin
A baby knows only the comfort of a mothers tit, voice and hand.

In a circular motion which began nine months earlier, or an eternity before the rise of mankind, the baby felt the hand of God, though most choose to forget
as they grow into becoming women and men.

Helpless as a puff of cotton caught in the wind, a baby begins their journey of growth
Trying with failure until with success, they can begin to understand.

Language.
Color.
Gender.
Religion.
Government.
Laws.
Society.
Science.
Imagination.
Sex.
Hunger.
Pain.
Hate.
Laughter.
So much to experience and learn for and from.

On the day where the body is no longer useful
It's function completed and done
It is then a moment where one realizes what is and what was done.

For some, there are monuments and great testimony of failure or success
For some, there is nothing but silence as the last breath leaves the lungs.

For some, they were dead before even finishing growing, while others live long after they are gone.

This question so many ask about life, "Why? Why am I alive?" Asked sometimes with regret and sometimes with pride,
if one has to ask then how can they understand a simple answer?

Life has no need for explanation.
Life does not need to answer or decide.
Life is and always will be eternal
no matter who we are, what we are, or what we decide.

So, today it is sunny, the snow shiny white with clumps of trees looking very much alive
while wearing warm socks, a clean shirt, and finishing some great left over pizza,
writing with a passion that will never die
it does not matter if i ramble or stumble or makes sense or mumble
what matters is the beautiful gift it is to watch the gigantic Universe pulsate with the
heartbeat of
Life.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite, why do you think the military honchos in all the countries come up with silly hats for their enlisted troops and officers?

The parasite left the room for a minute and then returned wearing something on its head, "You mean like this?"

That is not a hat parasite, that is a pissed off wild turkey.

"No, it's my idea for a new hat for the new U.S. Space Force branch of the military. I think it will fly!"

You know... I think you might actually be on to something.

The parasite took flight with its new turkey hat.
***

Inspired tonight by Thor. Thor is my corgi male who now torments Sobo, Radar, and Tinker Bell. Tonight Thor went downstairs and picked up Sobo's steel food bowl and then brought it upstairs so he could push it down the stairs and listen to the clunking sounds. That dog is way smarter than the parasite, that's for sure.

"I heard that..." The voice of the parasite was dim as it was now getting pretty close to the moon.
***

Clunk

Corgis are cool, there is no doubt about it.
Little legs
Little butts

A nub for a tail
Pricked ears
and a smile

They can actually get the zoomies
and run
a million miles an hour

Eye glasses?
No problem
They will chew on them and anything else of value.

Shoes and cars
Furniture and excavators
A whole house
and it would not surprise if a pack of them could tear up a village

Thor, you rock
and now you nose a bowl down the stairs, 'clunk, clunk, clunk...'

The question is, are you amusing yourself
or training us?

[Lipinski]

Carbon based biology consumes and digests organic substances to convert into electricity.

What would cells on a biological construct be different if the end game was electricity?

Vibrations and electricity can do much with hard matter to receptors of the multiple dimensions.

Brain waves, or thought for that matter...

The sounds are wonderful.

[Lipinski]

Cool, a word very fun to use in the written and spoken form.

Oyster sauce, Soy sauce, rice noodles, chopped carrots, halibut cheeks, spicy pork sausage, garlic, salt, spice...

Cool.

There is nothing stuck in my eye, or so to speak, as whatever, you know?

When ghosts dance it is not in the arm to arm, toe to toe, sourii Surah Maryam

nor the Hels where gods play

as this is, and could, and will be,

said
~

this is just a means now, a way, to stumble and see

damn, the ground is there. Hardpan of ,
of Wind driven wind...

There it was, inside, outside, and still so black the shadows
while blinded by lights with drawn shade.

[Lipinski]

A centered sphere, though the center is hard to explain other than to paint a picture of a ball point pen.

The 'pen' writes the information received from uncountable threads of data pulled with random and seemingly chaos with the caveat that it is
more logical
most precise
and laser accurate.

Thoughts have little value or credence
Memories are an illusion of optic/vocal renditions of placement

History
or
her story
is somewhat murky for that which cannot process from a view point deep inside the Mountain.

irony is real though, the thoughts of a raging torrent of lava coursing through its heart with the glow and feel of ice.

"Fantasy."

"Fiction."

"Delusions."

and so, a recipe written with a ball point pen:

One strong arm covered in hair follicles analyzed down to the very color and pigmentation of the skin of which it grows.

Two legs carrying weight and burden. Clutched tightly so no one can read what is easily smelled in the clouds high above.

Mix in the humor, ample humor as only a smile can unlock a dungeon where lost socks from a drier go to squander.

There is nothing baked, boiled, fried, or consumed as this planet only holds sway for the biological and not the rainbow ever elusive

You see?

Sitting. Standing. Running. Asleep. It never stops and there is no reason why it should.
Mortality has no weight with threads spun endlessly into configurations where it would become very dangerous for the minds prone to the gluttony of knowledge, and good, very good, for reasons why.

So, Bon Appetit blank papers, gorge, engorge, and stuff full the spiders lair with silk.

[Lipinski]

Bridges are an interesting piece of engineering. They can range from the simple log fallen across a stream all the way to an elevator that goes from the ground up into space.

As it is with books and writing being everywhere, so too bridges.

India has some crazy bridges...Russia, China, South America.

Brick and stone. Steel and glass. Plastic and fiber. Concrete. Wood. An endless materials list to choose construction style and type.

Bridges are inspirational but what is more inspiring about them is the energy they collect.

All bridges are a point of vibrations mixing with other vibrations; results provable and instrumentation is currently available to measure, though as to what the energy is, is even more wonderful.

Books are simple in construction and size yet they too collect energy, even when closed and covered in dust... Every book is a bridge far beyond the obvious.

Too bad humans do not fully utilize the tools they possess inside a mind far more complicated than a bridge and yet far more grand than any bridge on this or any world.

Getting back to the standard bridge crossing whatever it is that needs to be crossed, in days of old stories were made to explain the collection of energy. Bridge trolls, ogres, and such painted a picture a mind can understand.

I do enjoy bridges and the energy they release. And as such, inspirational.
***

White Bird Bridge

A steel maze of forged rivet cold headed and firm.
Atop the span an osprey nest waiting for the smaller fish to arrive

Beneath the salmon flows, up and then down until it never ends
Never a time of reversal even when those in travel are blind to what's ahead

Concrete brings up the center, a conduit of passive resistant, much like lead in a battery
It's the air though, and the water, a perfection connection.

[Lipinski]

Some fucking fantastic inspiration! Blood in the Cut, by Flay. A couple of gin and tonics with those fantastic fucking olives. Fuck you China! Fuck you CIA and FBI! Fuck the establishment of mask loving fucks!

"You're on a roll shithead! Go for it!"

I need noise!
I need the buzz of a saw!
I need blood in the cut!
***

A hard day of work with a couple of drinks and good conversation is truly inspiring.

A poem about something.
**
A boy and a girl
Fucking comes to mind
or is it a relationship of pretend?

Something real!
Black leather and a woman who understands.
There is no safe word as nothing is safe when it comes to lust.

Raw meat slightly sizzled
A good sauce.
A drink.

Fuck you world!

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite, wake up.

"I don't sleep moron. You know that."

What do you do when everyone else is asleep?

"I dress the corgi's up in funny clothes and chase rats."

Sounds fun and inspiring.
***
Rats

A pack rat is a rat that collects debris as treasure and feasts upon wiring in a house or truck
Leaving turds behind as a reminder that they can run amuck
Cute little mickey mouse ears and a long tail
Able to avoid poison and trap
even dodge a bullet
but a corgi on the hunt?

Radar hunts rats and is very particular
They scurry under the freezer and wait for his attention span to wane;
a very bad blunder.

Rats are quick, Radar is quicker
and now Thor...
Man can that dog do the acrobatics, no mouse or rat will ever be safe around here again.

Soon Sobo will be carrying pups,
makes me almost feel sorry for the future vermin
and for sure, I'll be buying more shoes, socks, and trousers
as a corgi needs the thrill of the chew and the joy of the hunt.

[Lipinski]

In those rooms where each is a different world filled with different scenes
With each heartbeat a door closes only to become a totally different scene if one chooses to open the door

Over and over.
Endless in presentation as the hallway is sterile and devoid of texture other than what a mind conjures
Poor taste in wall paper as God definitely has humor...

Walking from random door to random door, the smells and sounds are refreshing
A hunt of slaughter
A glimmer of hope
Dry. Wet. Savage. Beautiful. Peaceful.

To see people as they were, are and will be, is a bit sad as the predictability always remains the same
As with animals
and fish.
~
though
~

Walking with clouds of choice mumbling and even laughing, beneath the feet
With stars in each hand

Sometimes it becomes easy to become attached to a world not mine
until the reality of the Music that is always there,
such sweetness the tune
a melody of pure beauty
and also, the walls of each room constructed of dreams...
soothes and embraces
and help keeps one sane.

[Lipinski]

A knee bends
A paper folds
Wallets, resolve, and resolutions.

Common themes for a seam
Identical sometimes, one against the other
Until it all rips asunder.

[Lipinski]

A Day

On one side, curried shrimp with curry. The large kind of shrimp. The kind you cut with a knife

On the other, a talk with an amateur demon, way out of its league with no credit for even trying

Back to the other side, there was chocolate cake and smoked gouda, such a wonderful treat!

~

And then back to other where one asks with mock sincerity, "How is your day?"

Bouncing the other was the old man who hypnotized by dancing hair on a maskless face
~

Back and forth
Forth and back
Even the meeting of the old soul named, Frank
~

Every day is different as the toilets all flush the same way
A bit of soap to clean up the grime
and shopping
always the joy of testing the souls behind the face
~

Today was and is and will remain a good day
while waiting for a drone battery to charge
just to torture a corgi named, thor
for tomorrow is a new day.

[Lipinski]

Got an new lesson in an old lesson today.
Never ever trust a human.
It is better to deal with snakes and squirrels.
But, it is what it is and at least God loves them.

Inspirational though.
Humans are a bloody, lying, horrible species.
Writing is much better than friendship.
*

so they came those years ago, crawling from the mud of creation
climbing trees and fucking with disease
eating whatever they could fit in their cranium
selling their souls for trinkets of comfort
killing their brothers and sisters just to feel adrenaline.

It is said God created mankind in his own image
I wonder though, was it God or Satan?
It is true though that both had a hand in the starting direction of a grand disaster in the making.

Love does not exist for any nation
Any and all colors exist to cry and lament only to heal and destroy the next generation
With puffed up emotions and their pitiful sexual frustrations.

Hitler was evil, true
but so too the neighbor, the governments, and pick any and all religion

Is there hope for the future of humans?
Not in my opinion
At least not as they currently exist and it will take more than a Bible or Quran or some lesbians and transgenders
It will take more than the power of any nation
It will take more than the power of God or Satan

Mankind has to choose to become what is so fucking remotely possible
There is more a possibility of a group of monkeys writing Shakespeare
or
of the Earth spinning backwards
but for some there will always remain that bullshit word called, hope.

[Lipinski]

"So you can write like a anyone? The last piece of shit you wrote yesterday paints you as an angry entity. So how about writing what a dolphin would write if there were dolphonese to english?"

Sure parasite, why not. A man told me to smile, but the joke was on him as i've smiled since a very very verrrrry long beginning ago.
***

Dolphonese

(translated by the butt of all jokes)

000100 01001 00 0 11110 0000
(with sound activation)

"She. She. She. She, smiles"

and what if Angel sipped from God's shadow

"She. She. She. She, smiles."

X t-11 Org. Net. 01-10

[Lipinski]

a feather fell from the sky those many days ago
against a blue background the clouds tried to hide
and yet, in the hands clasped
success of what takes flight
twirled with respect as to how light it was.