--------------------------------------------------consciousness------------------------------------
read a mans obituary written by the man now dead
did he anticipate a reaction?
More so though
how does he feel now?
In this the inspiration as derived from the living and the dead, both at the same time and yet so many forget this.
Is it really in words which present a view, a consciousness touched by those who understand them?
take for example Russia, surrounding a border with warriors and weapons, do they not realize they are already dead?
they too are surrounded, surround by a consciousness.
people meet for the first time and it is as if they always knew the other
sometimes for good emotions
sometimes for bad emotions
always though, through the murky cloud of consciousness.
so many believe in fate and destiny while others can't decide what ingredients to put into a sandwich
'
call it a game, name it an illusion, whisper the magic words of mumbo jumbo and you're still left with that damn consciousness...
"So, travel again tonight?"
Absolutely
"Can I come?"
Sure parasite, I hope you can handle it.
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Moderator: Editors
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite, what job profession do you admire?
"That's easy. Professional hot dog eaters."
Yeah, that's a good one, but the nursing profession gets my vote.
"Whatever."
***
When waking in the morning it is good to take stock in the situation
Wiggle the toes
See through the window that everything was not yet destroyed in a nuclear explosion
Yawn without puking blood
Bend the knees
and talk.
Once everything is up and running the body is now prepared for launch
Stretching out and with determination
both feet hit the floor.
It is then another good day to walk
and
until the bare feet make firm contact with a hot steamy pile of dogshit
it is then that you know you are truly
alive.
"That's easy. Professional hot dog eaters."
Yeah, that's a good one, but the nursing profession gets my vote.
"Whatever."
***
When waking in the morning it is good to take stock in the situation
Wiggle the toes
See through the window that everything was not yet destroyed in a nuclear explosion
Yawn without puking blood
Bend the knees
and talk.
Once everything is up and running the body is now prepared for launch
Stretching out and with determination
both feet hit the floor.
It is then another good day to walk
and
until the bare feet make firm contact with a hot steamy pile of dogshit
it is then that you know you are truly
alive.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Seriously? Cheese cubes on a plate with toothpicks?"
Yes parasite. Smoked Gouda sliced into small cubes and eaten with toothpicks. Now maybe a fine bottle of dry French wine and some fresh baguette and a nice bubbly brook.
"I think you're ill. Give me 20 year old spam and sardines."
That actually sounds tempting.
*
There was an obvious reveal of talent in the maker of the silver cup currently sitting upon the table. Finely dimpled with a small hammer, the silver surface reflected the flames in the fireplace.
Inside the cup, was a drink similar to mead and yet held the aroma of champagne. If one were to sniff the top of the cup there was a smell much like frost melting on a window.
"You there. Get me another," the man currently holding the silver cup bellowed at the woman tending the room of drinkers and fools.
"Yes sur, your pleasure." And with a learned efficiency she disappeared. Literally. The bar maid disappeared only to reappear with another glowing silver cup brimming with the wonderful drink.
Setting the cup down on the table near the side of the man, the woman was startled as his powerful hand reached out and slapped her on the butt. "Hey!" She replied in a startled voice.
"Ha! Ye be a fine wench. Here, fer yur trouble." And with that the man flipped a gold coin high into the air. The woman caught the coin with a smile and the reflexes of a cat.
"Thank yu sir." And with that, she scurried off to tend to other wants.
"I couldn't help but notice ye be drinking the forbidden drink of Aron. You have good taste sir." A stranger dressed in a red tunic with feathers sprouting from his shoulder said with a quiet boldness.
"Aye, tis an acquired taste to be sure. Kills more than it pleasures. Would ye car fur a glass?"
Yes parasite. Smoked Gouda sliced into small cubes and eaten with toothpicks. Now maybe a fine bottle of dry French wine and some fresh baguette and a nice bubbly brook.
"I think you're ill. Give me 20 year old spam and sardines."
That actually sounds tempting.
*
There was an obvious reveal of talent in the maker of the silver cup currently sitting upon the table. Finely dimpled with a small hammer, the silver surface reflected the flames in the fireplace.
Inside the cup, was a drink similar to mead and yet held the aroma of champagne. If one were to sniff the top of the cup there was a smell much like frost melting on a window.
"You there. Get me another," the man currently holding the silver cup bellowed at the woman tending the room of drinkers and fools.
"Yes sur, your pleasure." And with a learned efficiency she disappeared. Literally. The bar maid disappeared only to reappear with another glowing silver cup brimming with the wonderful drink.
Setting the cup down on the table near the side of the man, the woman was startled as his powerful hand reached out and slapped her on the butt. "Hey!" She replied in a startled voice.
"Ha! Ye be a fine wench. Here, fer yur trouble." And with that the man flipped a gold coin high into the air. The woman caught the coin with a smile and the reflexes of a cat.
"Thank yu sir." And with that, she scurried off to tend to other wants.
"I couldn't help but notice ye be drinking the forbidden drink of Aron. You have good taste sir." A stranger dressed in a red tunic with feathers sprouting from his shoulder said with a quiet boldness.
"Aye, tis an acquired taste to be sure. Kills more than it pleasures. Would ye car fur a glass?"
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
News headlines are a great source of inspiration, this thread is filled with hundreds of examples.
Lately the saber rattling of China, USA, Russia, Canada, and even those little islands in Borneo where they eat people, is still at the high volume of stupidity that it always has been.
Today however there was a news article about a Finnish Olympic skier who suffered a frozen penis while participating in his sport.
I have heard a lot of males who ice fish or work in winter weather say, "Colder than a witches tit," or, "It was so cold I froze my balls off," or, "Man, I froze my dick off."
A common experience for human males I guess. The ability to do an activity where their genitals freeze. Amazing though, you never hear a female human say, "It was so cold I froze my vagina, " or, "Wow, it is so cold my tits freeze."
All inspiring. And a hypothesis could be formed regarding the stupidity of males freezing their genitals while females possess the common sense to stay away from such cold activity. However, it is true that a witches titty is amazingly cold.
***
Of Witches and Dicks
In the night or light of day the thermometer says what it says
Below zero or a hundred degrees
Hot or cold, the body knows
Try taking a piss in Nome Alaska when it's forty below
or frolick with a witches titty while swimming in a hot tub
both will leave you with something to remember
Remember sticking your tongue to a frozen flagpole?
Or riding on a broom upside down with the head dangling in the water?
Something about the frigid temperatures that makes a man decide
Ice fishing for perch? Giant perch? Biting whatever is put down the hole while the outside temperature is -30?
Hell yes!
Swimming in a hot tub full of naked witches with frozen titties?
Well...
First instinct is to say no
but...
since all males are stupid, most males would say
"Hell yes!" And they would, especially if there was free frozen beer.
Lately the saber rattling of China, USA, Russia, Canada, and even those little islands in Borneo where they eat people, is still at the high volume of stupidity that it always has been.
Today however there was a news article about a Finnish Olympic skier who suffered a frozen penis while participating in his sport.
I have heard a lot of males who ice fish or work in winter weather say, "Colder than a witches tit," or, "It was so cold I froze my balls off," or, "Man, I froze my dick off."
A common experience for human males I guess. The ability to do an activity where their genitals freeze. Amazing though, you never hear a female human say, "It was so cold I froze my vagina, " or, "Wow, it is so cold my tits freeze."
All inspiring. And a hypothesis could be formed regarding the stupidity of males freezing their genitals while females possess the common sense to stay away from such cold activity. However, it is true that a witches titty is amazingly cold.
***
Of Witches and Dicks
In the night or light of day the thermometer says what it says
Below zero or a hundred degrees
Hot or cold, the body knows
Try taking a piss in Nome Alaska when it's forty below
or frolick with a witches titty while swimming in a hot tub
both will leave you with something to remember
Remember sticking your tongue to a frozen flagpole?
Or riding on a broom upside down with the head dangling in the water?
Something about the frigid temperatures that makes a man decide
Ice fishing for perch? Giant perch? Biting whatever is put down the hole while the outside temperature is -30?
Hell yes!
Swimming in a hot tub full of naked witches with frozen titties?
Well...
First instinct is to say no
but...
since all males are stupid, most males would say
"Hell yes!" And they would, especially if there was free frozen beer.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I had a stranger ask me today if there would be human colonization of space during our lifetime.
Ha! What a great question and so easy to answer. First, I do not exist. I'm an illusion. A passing of neural shit so nothing really matters. As for the grand illusion called, humanity. It can no more colonize space then it can claim it is an intelligent species. So the answer is easy... No. Humans on this planet will never make it far in space. However, the hybrid human species coming soon to a reality near you is an absolute yes for THEM to colonize space.
It's all in the ingredients. Yes, it is true the primate primitive species dubbed homo sapien, is nothing more than raw bread dough. (if I existed, I throw the whole batch away and start over.)
Amazing world this illusion. But at least for an illusion of what truly is ignorance and stupidity, it is inspiring.
***
Putin and Trump, sitting in a tree, both playing with yarn and kittens with nuclear missiles pointed at each others back.
Hitler was a gas as he lit up the Jews
Slavery was fun as how else could the cotton be picked and spun?
Mao, Lenin, Obama, Pol Pot, and your neighbor Bob, next door molesting children
or how about the guy or gal who were revealed to be mass murders and still have people saying they were great.
Negroes are angry, Caucasions too
and don't forget those peace loving Chinese as they practice biological hanky panky to help fill the gap of genocide.
Put two humans in a room without food, clothing, heat, and just a gallon of water...
The percentages are high that they will choose to kill each other just to quench the thirst
Sex? Ha! A primitive form of exercise
Hope? Hope is a word to describe the illusion of fools
Love is not 'real' it is just more of the truth of hate.
Humans by default are a flawed and horrible species designed on purpose to self destruct
So, what is there really then to choose?
Jesus was asked when he was coming back and the answer was, "Only the Father knows," so in short a political answer
to
state that there is definitely a good chance that never in a million years
as what would be the point?
Since I don't exist I have the perfect answer, nuke this planet back into a solid plain of glass
At least then the cockroaches will have it easier to walk
Ha! What a great question and so easy to answer. First, I do not exist. I'm an illusion. A passing of neural shit so nothing really matters. As for the grand illusion called, humanity. It can no more colonize space then it can claim it is an intelligent species. So the answer is easy... No. Humans on this planet will never make it far in space. However, the hybrid human species coming soon to a reality near you is an absolute yes for THEM to colonize space.
It's all in the ingredients. Yes, it is true the primate primitive species dubbed homo sapien, is nothing more than raw bread dough. (if I existed, I throw the whole batch away and start over.)
Amazing world this illusion. But at least for an illusion of what truly is ignorance and stupidity, it is inspiring.
***
Putin and Trump, sitting in a tree, both playing with yarn and kittens with nuclear missiles pointed at each others back.
Hitler was a gas as he lit up the Jews
Slavery was fun as how else could the cotton be picked and spun?
Mao, Lenin, Obama, Pol Pot, and your neighbor Bob, next door molesting children
or how about the guy or gal who were revealed to be mass murders and still have people saying they were great.
Negroes are angry, Caucasions too
and don't forget those peace loving Chinese as they practice biological hanky panky to help fill the gap of genocide.
Put two humans in a room without food, clothing, heat, and just a gallon of water...
The percentages are high that they will choose to kill each other just to quench the thirst
Sex? Ha! A primitive form of exercise
Hope? Hope is a word to describe the illusion of fools
Love is not 'real' it is just more of the truth of hate.
Humans by default are a flawed and horrible species designed on purpose to self destruct
So, what is there really then to choose?
Jesus was asked when he was coming back and the answer was, "Only the Father knows," so in short a political answer
to
state that there is definitely a good chance that never in a million years
as what would be the point?
Since I don't exist I have the perfect answer, nuke this planet back into a solid plain of glass
At least then the cockroaches will have it easier to walk
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I do not exist and as such am free to be angry, sad, happy, or a complete dick.
In this world and as a writer it is easy to become jaded with a world filled with insanity, evil, and legalized madness. However, i do exist. Always have, always will. i am what i am and very glad to exist in what can never be destroyed.
There is hope for others. There is love for others. There is peace for others. For me to find happiness in writing i find the reality of Life so very inspirational.
After listening and seeing for years the atrocities mankind imposes on itself, it has helped form a writing style i am comfortable with.
A couple of days ago i wanted to write about a memory which fills me with the greatest of peace. And no matter how shitty life gets or how horrible people treat others to include myself, writing and reading such as the following is truly a comfort.
***
(the following is an example of what really can happen)
The Good Days
By: Robin B. Lipinski
Summer is the time where dreams experienced from those long days of Winter come true.
Waking to the sounds of a meadowlark singing outside an open window while the rest of the house comes awake.
Upstairs, a mother tending to kitchen chores while a father prepares his body for another day. Surgeries. Broken bones. His job was to be both a father and a healer.
In the room next door, a brother still sleeps while his pet gerbil still chooses to run around in circles on a metal wheel.
After breakfast and chores it is now the moment to be free. Free from school, free from the stress of girls or friends. Not an enemy in sight. Nothing but the potential of building another tree fort, exploring the world of ants, watch a spider spin a web, and of course, fishing.
There is hardly a day that goes by when the thoughts of a sharp hook, some bait, and lurking feisty trout dominate the boys thoughts.
Today was a day to do another walk. First to get the pole, another to catch bait. Sometimes the bait is freshly dug worms, but today was a day to catch those fat grasshoppers looking for cracks in the asphalt to lay eggs.
Big hoppers, almost an inch long. Filled with tabaco juice and eggs. Easy to catch after they do one or two hops. Then into a mason jar filled with a few stalks of grass and covered with a perforated lid.
Sometimes Duke comes along, and sometimes he just chooses to stay and take a nap.
With a pole and a jar it is across the field to go. This field sometimes is covered in a crop of barley or wheat but today it was freshly mowed from the second cutting of hay. Sweet smelling after a touch of morning dew, the air was alive with freshness as the feet carried the boy towards a goal about a mile away. Down the field towards the ancient apple tree cribbed in by a rail fence of hand peeled lodgepole.
Arriving at the edge of the field there is a short obstacle course of wiggling through or with enough ambition, to climb up the rails and hop over the barbed wire fence.
It is then another world. The path narrows and goes through the white berried bush of the snowberries. A berry fun to pluck and throw at the brother, and one time, or actually many, tried as bait. There is an old and ancient larch tree next to path of which underneath the bones of dinosaur lay.
Finally, there is the pump house where sometimes a trout lays within reach, but not today. Following the path now along the creek there is the old bridge in need of repair, a place where the creek starts to flow faster towards those deeper corner places.
Now it is the time for fishing as the homes of the trout never remain empty for long, no matter how many fall to the temptation of the hook.
Grasping a fat hopper and threading the hook through the torso, testing the strength of the knotted hook complete with a lead sinker, and then….
Sneaking softly to the first corner and casting the baited hook slightly upstream allowing the current to catch and drift the tempting offering.
Success? Maybe. Maybe not. Today, there was a strike on the first cast but the trout managed to escape.
Stalking the holes while slowing walking down the path next to the creek. Cast after cast until, WHAM! Success!
It does not take long to reel in a fighting trout and never ever is the feeling the same.
Landing the fish and reaching down to release the hook, the beauty of the fish always remains the same. Small silvery scales, an orange gash to help with the trout’s name. A cutthroat
The fish do not suffer long as they are quickly relieved of life with a good knock on the head, and then with a freshly cut willow branch threaded through the gills, they travel with the boy as he continues fishing.
Finally, the main hole is within sight. It is the biggest on the creek. Long, wide, and almost ten feet deep. It is a hole filled with lunkers and trophy trout of size beyond belief. This is the final destination for the boy where he will spend hours trying to seduce anything with fins.
There are suckers and perch, trout and squawfish. One never truly knows what will bite or be caught. Sometimes a hook is lost to a tree branch sunk to the bottom of the hole or a hook lost to a stubborn rock.
Boys get hungry and fishing is a busy job indeed. Soon it is time to return home with a willow stick bulging with fat trout.
“Did you catch any?” The same question asked many times by the best mother in the world, and of course for dinner there would be fresh trout.
Trout do not need to be scaled but the mother always insisted that they were, so it was this ritual of catching and cleaning trout.
The day ended. It was a day of many filled with dreams of the day and future. There was hope and opportunity.
Days were to come where there was the bike used to travel the roads to fishing holes upstream or to climb Hart Hill and catch fish in Foys Lake.
Today is a winter day far into the future. On the television there is the same never ending talk of war and politics. The boy had grown into something, what that is is hard to say.
Happy. Bitter. Proud. Wiser. Stupid. It does not matter though as no matter how the world turns there will always remain the call of the meadow lark, the smells of a hot summer day, the shadows of the large trout finning in a stream.
Today is a good day to remember and dream.
In this world and as a writer it is easy to become jaded with a world filled with insanity, evil, and legalized madness. However, i do exist. Always have, always will. i am what i am and very glad to exist in what can never be destroyed.
There is hope for others. There is love for others. There is peace for others. For me to find happiness in writing i find the reality of Life so very inspirational.
After listening and seeing for years the atrocities mankind imposes on itself, it has helped form a writing style i am comfortable with.
A couple of days ago i wanted to write about a memory which fills me with the greatest of peace. And no matter how shitty life gets or how horrible people treat others to include myself, writing and reading such as the following is truly a comfort.
***
(the following is an example of what really can happen)
The Good Days
By: Robin B. Lipinski
Summer is the time where dreams experienced from those long days of Winter come true.
Waking to the sounds of a meadowlark singing outside an open window while the rest of the house comes awake.
Upstairs, a mother tending to kitchen chores while a father prepares his body for another day. Surgeries. Broken bones. His job was to be both a father and a healer.
In the room next door, a brother still sleeps while his pet gerbil still chooses to run around in circles on a metal wheel.
After breakfast and chores it is now the moment to be free. Free from school, free from the stress of girls or friends. Not an enemy in sight. Nothing but the potential of building another tree fort, exploring the world of ants, watch a spider spin a web, and of course, fishing.
There is hardly a day that goes by when the thoughts of a sharp hook, some bait, and lurking feisty trout dominate the boys thoughts.
Today was a day to do another walk. First to get the pole, another to catch bait. Sometimes the bait is freshly dug worms, but today was a day to catch those fat grasshoppers looking for cracks in the asphalt to lay eggs.
Big hoppers, almost an inch long. Filled with tabaco juice and eggs. Easy to catch after they do one or two hops. Then into a mason jar filled with a few stalks of grass and covered with a perforated lid.
Sometimes Duke comes along, and sometimes he just chooses to stay and take a nap.
With a pole and a jar it is across the field to go. This field sometimes is covered in a crop of barley or wheat but today it was freshly mowed from the second cutting of hay. Sweet smelling after a touch of morning dew, the air was alive with freshness as the feet carried the boy towards a goal about a mile away. Down the field towards the ancient apple tree cribbed in by a rail fence of hand peeled lodgepole.
Arriving at the edge of the field there is a short obstacle course of wiggling through or with enough ambition, to climb up the rails and hop over the barbed wire fence.
It is then another world. The path narrows and goes through the white berried bush of the snowberries. A berry fun to pluck and throw at the brother, and one time, or actually many, tried as bait. There is an old and ancient larch tree next to path of which underneath the bones of dinosaur lay.
Finally, there is the pump house where sometimes a trout lays within reach, but not today. Following the path now along the creek there is the old bridge in need of repair, a place where the creek starts to flow faster towards those deeper corner places.
Now it is the time for fishing as the homes of the trout never remain empty for long, no matter how many fall to the temptation of the hook.
Grasping a fat hopper and threading the hook through the torso, testing the strength of the knotted hook complete with a lead sinker, and then….
Sneaking softly to the first corner and casting the baited hook slightly upstream allowing the current to catch and drift the tempting offering.
Success? Maybe. Maybe not. Today, there was a strike on the first cast but the trout managed to escape.
Stalking the holes while slowing walking down the path next to the creek. Cast after cast until, WHAM! Success!
It does not take long to reel in a fighting trout and never ever is the feeling the same.
Landing the fish and reaching down to release the hook, the beauty of the fish always remains the same. Small silvery scales, an orange gash to help with the trout’s name. A cutthroat
The fish do not suffer long as they are quickly relieved of life with a good knock on the head, and then with a freshly cut willow branch threaded through the gills, they travel with the boy as he continues fishing.
Finally, the main hole is within sight. It is the biggest on the creek. Long, wide, and almost ten feet deep. It is a hole filled with lunkers and trophy trout of size beyond belief. This is the final destination for the boy where he will spend hours trying to seduce anything with fins.
There are suckers and perch, trout and squawfish. One never truly knows what will bite or be caught. Sometimes a hook is lost to a tree branch sunk to the bottom of the hole or a hook lost to a stubborn rock.
Boys get hungry and fishing is a busy job indeed. Soon it is time to return home with a willow stick bulging with fat trout.
“Did you catch any?” The same question asked many times by the best mother in the world, and of course for dinner there would be fresh trout.
Trout do not need to be scaled but the mother always insisted that they were, so it was this ritual of catching and cleaning trout.
The day ended. It was a day of many filled with dreams of the day and future. There was hope and opportunity.
Days were to come where there was the bike used to travel the roads to fishing holes upstream or to climb Hart Hill and catch fish in Foys Lake.
Today is a winter day far into the future. On the television there is the same never ending talk of war and politics. The boy had grown into something, what that is is hard to say.
Happy. Bitter. Proud. Wiser. Stupid. It does not matter though as no matter how the world turns there will always remain the call of the meadow lark, the smells of a hot summer day, the shadows of the large trout finning in a stream.
Today is a good day to remember and dream.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
As the world chooses to follow the path of power and politics it is good to write of other topics. It is easy then to become comfortable on the inside while the outside is exposed to monetary stress, road rage, inflation, war, and the continued plan of destroying goodness.
Many plots in stories written involve a horror being conducted only to have success of something, someone, or somebody to overcome the horror.
Stephen King is good at such stories as are many other writers. It is a constant teeter totter of a readers choice of stories. Sometimes it is good to become numb to the daily grind of which nothing can be done about and lose oneself in a book where along with the bad some goodness can be attained.
Watched the Johnny Depp movie on the remake of, Willie Wonka Chocolate factory. It is a perfect example of the story of goodness winning the day.
Inspiring. Maybe evil has its day in the sun?
***
Total Destruction
Written by: An Old Voice
In the Garden of Eden, the metaphor was real though the reality was not as one would picture it in the year 2022. There was no fruit tree. There was no Adam or Eve, rather the people of the time free from the blood of the serpent.
Gods of old created by a God of old and for what?
There are reasons for reason which lead to questions of questions; answers are the fruit of the Garden. Adam the masculine, Eve the feminine. The serpent the name of the DNA which tainted the pure water with corruption.
Death then was made possible and the way of the world became a part of an old world with only the newness of title becoming today.
Flowing inside there was nothing to mirror the face on the outside. Those who acted the part of good were still capable of sheltering the darkness flowing in their blood. Those who acted the part of evil were still holding a bright light inside their body and mind.
Time is a room. A very large room with many doors and many colors filled with vibrations. So many doors open and close. For a few it appears that immortality is as real as those who are good or evil feel it will always be so.
In one room, evil won the day. It corrupted and was the choice of numbers far beyond counting. All contained and defined by the word, community. In this room, it was, is, and will be.
There is no need to talk of what lays outside the room of Time. Outside the boundaries of time and doors and colors filled with vibrations, there exists what is so simple in the complex that the title, Life, is the only one fitting.
From outside looking in the answers are easy as there is no need for the questions. It is good...
Evil indeed wins the day in the room of Time and yet time has a way of meting out Justice as there always comes the day where alone there becomes only One left. One that is devoid of soul and goodness. Alone in the only room left in the seemingly eternal room of Time.
The secret then becomes obvious as the last One is not destroyed nor is it or ever will be again, an individual.
Soon there is no longer a dark shadow. There is no longer evil. There no longer is a room of Time.
In this moment, there is no longer the memory of sorrow, pain, hate, cruelty, evil, hate, horror, brutality...
There is, and there always was, nothing more than the light of something so grand that to give a picture imagine a solid rock wall 100 feet tall and half a mile wide spanning across the Pacific Ocean. Imagine a sparrow arriving one day a year and in a few seconds lightly touching the wall with its wing...
By the time the wall is eroded into nothing by the brush of the feather, this is how the power of evil truly is. It seems eternal but for Life which needs no wall or sparrow and has shined brightly for eternity; the picture of evil is the wall and sparrow...surround by the Ocean of Life which never evaporates and which pushes with a pulse each and every lifeform has flowing inside their blood.
Time truly is...meaningless compared to what it is surrounded by.
Many plots in stories written involve a horror being conducted only to have success of something, someone, or somebody to overcome the horror.
Stephen King is good at such stories as are many other writers. It is a constant teeter totter of a readers choice of stories. Sometimes it is good to become numb to the daily grind of which nothing can be done about and lose oneself in a book where along with the bad some goodness can be attained.
Watched the Johnny Depp movie on the remake of, Willie Wonka Chocolate factory. It is a perfect example of the story of goodness winning the day.
Inspiring. Maybe evil has its day in the sun?
***
Total Destruction
Written by: An Old Voice
In the Garden of Eden, the metaphor was real though the reality was not as one would picture it in the year 2022. There was no fruit tree. There was no Adam or Eve, rather the people of the time free from the blood of the serpent.
Gods of old created by a God of old and for what?
There are reasons for reason which lead to questions of questions; answers are the fruit of the Garden. Adam the masculine, Eve the feminine. The serpent the name of the DNA which tainted the pure water with corruption.
Death then was made possible and the way of the world became a part of an old world with only the newness of title becoming today.
Flowing inside there was nothing to mirror the face on the outside. Those who acted the part of good were still capable of sheltering the darkness flowing in their blood. Those who acted the part of evil were still holding a bright light inside their body and mind.
Time is a room. A very large room with many doors and many colors filled with vibrations. So many doors open and close. For a few it appears that immortality is as real as those who are good or evil feel it will always be so.
In one room, evil won the day. It corrupted and was the choice of numbers far beyond counting. All contained and defined by the word, community. In this room, it was, is, and will be.
There is no need to talk of what lays outside the room of Time. Outside the boundaries of time and doors and colors filled with vibrations, there exists what is so simple in the complex that the title, Life, is the only one fitting.
From outside looking in the answers are easy as there is no need for the questions. It is good...
Evil indeed wins the day in the room of Time and yet time has a way of meting out Justice as there always comes the day where alone there becomes only One left. One that is devoid of soul and goodness. Alone in the only room left in the seemingly eternal room of Time.
The secret then becomes obvious as the last One is not destroyed nor is it or ever will be again, an individual.
Soon there is no longer a dark shadow. There is no longer evil. There no longer is a room of Time.
In this moment, there is no longer the memory of sorrow, pain, hate, cruelty, evil, hate, horror, brutality...
There is, and there always was, nothing more than the light of something so grand that to give a picture imagine a solid rock wall 100 feet tall and half a mile wide spanning across the Pacific Ocean. Imagine a sparrow arriving one day a year and in a few seconds lightly touching the wall with its wing...
By the time the wall is eroded into nothing by the brush of the feather, this is how the power of evil truly is. It seems eternal but for Life which needs no wall or sparrow and has shined brightly for eternity; the picture of evil is the wall and sparrow...surround by the Ocean of Life which never evaporates and which pushes with a pulse each and every lifeform has flowing inside their blood.
Time truly is...meaningless compared to what it is surrounded by.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"WahWooHoo!" The purple blob of ooz known as, parasite, was strangely exuberant.
Did you mean, yahoo?
"Whatever. So, how's the war going?"
What, the war in Europe?
"No numbnuts, the war between Mr.s Snodgrass kindergarten class and the nursery school."
Oh, sorry. Little Susan is kicking Billy's ass.
"Good."
*
Kicking ass and taking names
really?
Really though, names are what lead to war.
Putin is kicking ass
Biden is an ass
and strangely enough, all the other members of each and every government,
have assholes.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names can always kill them
never though do they see the bullet that kills them...
Did you mean, yahoo?
"Whatever. So, how's the war going?"
What, the war in Europe?
"No numbnuts, the war between Mr.s Snodgrass kindergarten class and the nursery school."
Oh, sorry. Little Susan is kicking Billy's ass.
"Good."
*
Kicking ass and taking names
really?
Really though, names are what lead to war.
Putin is kicking ass
Biden is an ass
and strangely enough, all the other members of each and every government,
have assholes.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names can always kill them
never though do they see the bullet that kills them...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
question: can a stingray swim upside down?
is bigfoot a creature from Earth or an alien?
what happens when gold is sold as silver?
questions are fun and the answers entertaining
and, and, and,...
"Moron?"
Yes parasite.
"Did you get into the cheese again?"
No.
"Chips?"
No.
"Pudding?"
You're making me hungry.
"Good."
*
And the auctioneer yells, "Sold!" while the lady at the gas station said, "I'm waiting for God to come back."
This leads to a question, did God ever leave?
is bigfoot a creature from Earth or an alien?
what happens when gold is sold as silver?
questions are fun and the answers entertaining
and, and, and,...
"Moron?"
Yes parasite.
"Did you get into the cheese again?"
No.
"Chips?"
No.
"Pudding?"
You're making me hungry.
"Good."
*
And the auctioneer yells, "Sold!" while the lady at the gas station said, "I'm waiting for God to come back."
This leads to a question, did God ever leave?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Go fuck yourself Russian warship..."
This is some of the greatest comments one can make in defiance of evil.
The Russian navy murdered men who were guarding an island from what should have never happened. Snake Island, an appropriately named island that weak attackers would choose to pick on much like a rat eating cheese.
Russian people in general are decent folks, but like all countries, it is lead by power hungry men and women.
It does not matter if it is Putin or leaders of BLM, evil finds a home in every heart lusting for power.
It is inspirational though, what those 13 dead soldiers in Ukraine did while standing up to cowards.
**
Fuck you China
Fuck you Russia
Fuck you America
Fuck any and all who try to encumber a light of Life
You will not win, never, no matter how far your darkness spreads
No matter how powerful you pretend
Nothing you can do in supporting evil, can ever bear true fruit and win.
To the mothers and fathers who raised 13 Ukraine soldiers and instilled in them the will to resist
i salute you and your sons and daughters.
This is some of the greatest comments one can make in defiance of evil.
The Russian navy murdered men who were guarding an island from what should have never happened. Snake Island, an appropriately named island that weak attackers would choose to pick on much like a rat eating cheese.
Russian people in general are decent folks, but like all countries, it is lead by power hungry men and women.
It does not matter if it is Putin or leaders of BLM, evil finds a home in every heart lusting for power.
It is inspirational though, what those 13 dead soldiers in Ukraine did while standing up to cowards.
**
Fuck you China
Fuck you Russia
Fuck you America
Fuck any and all who try to encumber a light of Life
You will not win, never, no matter how far your darkness spreads
No matter how powerful you pretend
Nothing you can do in supporting evil, can ever bear true fruit and win.
To the mothers and fathers who raised 13 Ukraine soldiers and instilled in them the will to resist
i salute you and your sons and daughters.
Last edited by Lipinski on February 25, 2022, 11:41:11 PM, edited 1 time in total.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A wounded animal is an interesting animal. When faced with anything they have a reaction. It could be aggressive, it could be passive, and it can be anything but 'normal'.
Tonight's inspiration regards an animal named, Putin. It also involves an organization called, CIA. The history of the CIA is one where they are a wounded animal pretending to be healthy and wise. After working around them, they are just crazy intellectuals that should be euthanized in a humane way.
***
The blood of Russia is thick.
From border to border they are a proud nation.
The Nazi's learned the hard way what happens when trying to crush their determination.
USSR had its moment in the day
until monetary pressures and social change took sway
Now, fast forward to today.
Putin, a true turd in the KGB much like those working with the same thoughts only called, CIA
Agenda
Pride
Male ego so embedded in the Russian way of life.
When power aided by national pride is mixed, much can happen to the beast
This is where Russia is today.
True, there is admiration from the CIA, and many wishing they too, could act the same way
only
here is where the beast becomes dangerous...
China with their evil hearts are watching, biding their time
If Putin succeeds in his evil then China will clap loudly and invade Taiwan
If Putin fails then China will drop Russia like a diseased hooker long in the tooth and ready to die.
Russia has people of many colors and faith, currently many disagree with Putin's tanks running over civilian cars...
Killing.
Bombing.
Many in fact, are enraged.
So, what now does a wounded beast do?
Everything in its power to survive.
When people turn on Putin to include his own people
this is where true danger lays.
Russian people and the people in America can lament and moan but they can live with Putin's success
b
u
t
if social media sheds light on reality
if Putin starts to lose
then he will conduct an activity to bait the USA and the CIA.
Remember the Maine?
Or Pearl Harbor?
What did this do to Americans yearning for justice?
War.
For in the thick blood of the Russian people, and in the robotic soul of a collective China
a little 'accident' from Putin against NATO, or more specifically the United States and the CIA,
involvement by the United States will unite the people of China and Russia
until the world is aglow with the howls of a wounded
Beast.
This the revenge of pride and arrogance when animals band together to destroy their enemy.
As for the parasite, it could give a rats ass what happens to humanity
"That's not true. No humans no writing. No pizza, cheese, or tater tots."
True, but you still will have Twinkies and cockroaches.
"Oh sure...Yummy. You're a retard
Tonight's inspiration regards an animal named, Putin. It also involves an organization called, CIA. The history of the CIA is one where they are a wounded animal pretending to be healthy and wise. After working around them, they are just crazy intellectuals that should be euthanized in a humane way.
***
The blood of Russia is thick.
From border to border they are a proud nation.
The Nazi's learned the hard way what happens when trying to crush their determination.
USSR had its moment in the day
until monetary pressures and social change took sway
Now, fast forward to today.
Putin, a true turd in the KGB much like those working with the same thoughts only called, CIA
Agenda
Pride
Male ego so embedded in the Russian way of life.
When power aided by national pride is mixed, much can happen to the beast
This is where Russia is today.
True, there is admiration from the CIA, and many wishing they too, could act the same way
only
here is where the beast becomes dangerous...
China with their evil hearts are watching, biding their time
If Putin succeeds in his evil then China will clap loudly and invade Taiwan
If Putin fails then China will drop Russia like a diseased hooker long in the tooth and ready to die.
Russia has people of many colors and faith, currently many disagree with Putin's tanks running over civilian cars...
Killing.
Bombing.
Many in fact, are enraged.
So, what now does a wounded beast do?
Everything in its power to survive.
When people turn on Putin to include his own people
this is where true danger lays.
Russian people and the people in America can lament and moan but they can live with Putin's success
b
u
t
if social media sheds light on reality
if Putin starts to lose
then he will conduct an activity to bait the USA and the CIA.
Remember the Maine?
Or Pearl Harbor?
What did this do to Americans yearning for justice?
War.
For in the thick blood of the Russian people, and in the robotic soul of a collective China
a little 'accident' from Putin against NATO, or more specifically the United States and the CIA,
involvement by the United States will unite the people of China and Russia
until the world is aglow with the howls of a wounded
Beast.
This the revenge of pride and arrogance when animals band together to destroy their enemy.
As for the parasite, it could give a rats ass what happens to humanity
"That's not true. No humans no writing. No pizza, cheese, or tater tots."
True, but you still will have Twinkies and cockroaches.
"Oh sure...Yummy. You're a retard
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
i remember when the CIA said he was killed in a car wreck. I saw the x-ray show a perfect hole to the skull showing a bullet to the head...
Fuck you agent Barton. Fuck you CIA. And now, a hug, to all the KGB especially the CIA, you have no clue what will occur when alien blood attacks.
"Hey dickhead~! Simmer down. It's all okay."
No its not parasite. The children do not know what forces they are playing with. The game is deadly indeed.
"Why do you care?"
(silence)
You know.
"Yeah, but you are still a dick."
Soon Thor is going to fuck Sobo, which is inspirational, and puppies will be good when thoughts of nuclear radiation spreads.
***
War is something that humans truly enjoy above all emotions such as love and peace. Hate is ingrained as much as leaves cover an
Oak tree.
So, to keep the pulse a bit different the inspiration tonight is about the sexual attraction of aliens.
For humans, men are just a simple mechanism attracted to thin women with tits and a vagina. While human women are attracted to powerful men with wealth combined with health and strength.
But first. Fuck you Putin and fuck you Biden.
"Dude, seriously. Focus. Get your writing thoughts back into the realm of reality."
No parasite. i write now regarding the sexual attraction of an alien species.
"Take some meds and go for it."
***
There is s plant on a planet far away from a planet called, Earth.
A world of insignificance but still a world created by God.
There was the usual test of course and of course, the humans failed
and yet
there was a bonus round where before total destruction, would they choose a better route?
Men lust after females, their genitals forcing the blood to engorge their dick
Women are strange creatures, knowing their power is on par with creation and they choose what they choose
based on
whatever makes them tick.
there is a species that loves to engage
to feel an 'emotion'
to feel something called 'love'
and yet
for something seeming so simple, it is as elusive and a black hole becoming something square
where all pegs meet (not allowed)
It is good to see a baby suckling at a females tit.
It is good to see peace where nothing is killed
and yet for an alien, it is all about a plant.
Foliage.
Leaves.
Golden.
A touch.
So humans, for all your faults, seek something simple.
Your roots....
Fuck you agent Barton. Fuck you CIA. And now, a hug, to all the KGB especially the CIA, you have no clue what will occur when alien blood attacks.
"Hey dickhead~! Simmer down. It's all okay."
No its not parasite. The children do not know what forces they are playing with. The game is deadly indeed.
"Why do you care?"
(silence)
You know.
"Yeah, but you are still a dick."
Soon Thor is going to fuck Sobo, which is inspirational, and puppies will be good when thoughts of nuclear radiation spreads.
***
War is something that humans truly enjoy above all emotions such as love and peace. Hate is ingrained as much as leaves cover an
Oak tree.
So, to keep the pulse a bit different the inspiration tonight is about the sexual attraction of aliens.
For humans, men are just a simple mechanism attracted to thin women with tits and a vagina. While human women are attracted to powerful men with wealth combined with health and strength.
But first. Fuck you Putin and fuck you Biden.
"Dude, seriously. Focus. Get your writing thoughts back into the realm of reality."
No parasite. i write now regarding the sexual attraction of an alien species.
"Take some meds and go for it."
***
There is s plant on a planet far away from a planet called, Earth.
A world of insignificance but still a world created by God.
There was the usual test of course and of course, the humans failed
and yet
there was a bonus round where before total destruction, would they choose a better route?
Men lust after females, their genitals forcing the blood to engorge their dick
Women are strange creatures, knowing their power is on par with creation and they choose what they choose
based on
whatever makes them tick.
there is a species that loves to engage
to feel an 'emotion'
to feel something called 'love'
and yet
for something seeming so simple, it is as elusive and a black hole becoming something square
where all pegs meet (not allowed)
It is good to see a baby suckling at a females tit.
It is good to see peace where nothing is killed
and yet for an alien, it is all about a plant.
Foliage.
Leaves.
Golden.
A touch.
So humans, for all your faults, seek something simple.
Your roots....
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Soil
A planet surges from the core, creating mountains of rock, spiraling towards the sky
Drops of water play upon the their surface, carrying downward the small particles where seeds can feed.
Water and mineral combined with light and soon comes the plants full of life
Such amazement to see a pine tree growing from what seems to be solid rock
or the lush grass growing in a field where the blackness of soil is deep.
The winds stop by, spreading seeds and soil
This is an amazing world where old stone is ever so important
to life.
Lovers picnic next to a creek
Children climb trees to see how high they can go
It is good.
Strangely though, the power of rock is still important
as some choose to pick a rock with full intentions
to throw at those they do not like
with the full intention to hurt or kill.
A planet surges from the core, creating mountains of rock, spiraling towards the sky
Drops of water play upon the their surface, carrying downward the small particles where seeds can feed.
Water and mineral combined with light and soon comes the plants full of life
Such amazement to see a pine tree growing from what seems to be solid rock
or the lush grass growing in a field where the blackness of soil is deep.
The winds stop by, spreading seeds and soil
This is an amazing world where old stone is ever so important
to life.
Lovers picnic next to a creek
Children climb trees to see how high they can go
It is good.
Strangely though, the power of rock is still important
as some choose to pick a rock with full intentions
to throw at those they do not like
with the full intention to hurt or kill.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Two deer jumped high today.
At the peak of flight they met a rusty strand of barbed wire
Puffs of white hair floated across the road as the animals barely stood erect as they landed.
At the corner where the log trucks turn, a herd of turkeys strolled as if going to a meeting.
Of course the traffic flow becomes more and more hostile as men and women give something called, finger
Children in school seem to take it all in as most still believe in their teachers.
Biden is to give something called, State of the Union
"All is well. Putin is evil. Abortion is good. Good night!"
Politicians foam at the mouth which reminds that one should never waste the moment of a good disaster.
Have you ever watched the glow of a nuclear explosion?
Beauty in the expression as the tears of humans burn
Cities blown into oblivion...
or it would be, if one thought such and is evil.
This morning the wind blew, it said, "Hello. Don't worry. The air today is fresh and clear."
The birds said, "Feed me and then look at me. Yahoo!"
Body refreshed as usual, it becomes easy to cease worrying about the choices of people and look into the heart
giving thanks to God.
At the peak of flight they met a rusty strand of barbed wire
Puffs of white hair floated across the road as the animals barely stood erect as they landed.
At the corner where the log trucks turn, a herd of turkeys strolled as if going to a meeting.
Of course the traffic flow becomes more and more hostile as men and women give something called, finger
Children in school seem to take it all in as most still believe in their teachers.
Biden is to give something called, State of the Union
"All is well. Putin is evil. Abortion is good. Good night!"
Politicians foam at the mouth which reminds that one should never waste the moment of a good disaster.
Have you ever watched the glow of a nuclear explosion?
Beauty in the expression as the tears of humans burn
Cities blown into oblivion...
or it would be, if one thought such and is evil.
This morning the wind blew, it said, "Hello. Don't worry. The air today is fresh and clear."
The birds said, "Feed me and then look at me. Yahoo!"
Body refreshed as usual, it becomes easy to cease worrying about the choices of people and look into the heart
giving thanks to God.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspiration for this bit of scribbling could grow from the growing example of how primitive humans are when it comes to leadership skills. Putin. Trump. Biden. Obama. Pick any leader of any country for the last 2000 years and it is painful to see how everything unfolds.
Inspiration for this scratch pad of mind numbing rambling could come from the wars, or the virus, or even the sinking of the ship carrying 4000 luxury cars off of the coast in Portugal (sank in water two miles deep and some speculate the fire started when one of the electric cars batteries exploded. Ha!)
Inspiration comes from many venues and there is never ever a lack of something to write about. So since this is a site of science fiction and fantasy, there is the inspiration of sex. Sex is always inspiring no matter if one is a monk living in a cave or a stripper killing and eating lesbians.
***
A Touch
The man was blind and his genetics had not blessed him with good looks. To most women he was a blind, ugly, and some could go so far as to say, repulsive.
His age was indeterminate. If he bathed and dressed in modern clothing, he could be labeled as forty years old. However if you looked at him sitting in a chair in the darkness of an unlit room with the only illumination coming from the moon, he looked ancient.
This man was blind, ugly, and he smelled bad. Even his teeth reeked of disease and sickness. Of all these traits it was easy to believe he had no friends or contact with anyone else of any age or gender. In a world so in love with physical looks and power, his ranking on the social ladder of modern society was definitely a zero.
Since no one liked this man or even wanted to see him, there is no one that could write about what the man really is or what he could do. Not Robin, not Bill, not Jane. No one anywhere on the planet, Earth, can even come close to understanding who he is so it is now up to you to open your mind... Open and let him explain to you just what goes on in the dark shadows of his home buried deep in the wildest of wilderness, far from any human...
If you choose not to know, then you can stop reading, but just beware, it is...too late.
***
"Who I am is nothing of import. I come from no where of importance and for you, you are merely a toy for a means."
"You feel and touch. You work and fuck. You and you and you, and so many more are nothing more than a number, a vibration, a piece of large puzzle operating and for me, something entertaining."
"I am a man, yes, there between my withered legs rests a withered small stem called a penis. Once I was a woman. Many times in many ways, the paths crossed so many species and genders. Currently though, the physical strength you all come to admire does not exist for me, but that is merely a formality, for now my sight is set on a woman. Women are my attraction at the moment and to this, it excites me."
"First though, feel this..." (Many men just felt the tip of their penis tingle, almost as if flicked with a finger.)
"Her ass is white, a moment ago it was large and black. Her tits were firm and yet just the right proportion of soft and warm. Can you feel it as I caress with a very, very, long tongue?"
"Her nipples were now growing hard and erect and perspiration broke out on her chest. Take your hand and rub that spot between your breasts, can you feel the hot salty sweat?"
"Lets stay here for a few minutes..."
"Ahh, yes, she is warming nicely. Moisture in that special spot between her legs. Hot. Inviting. Lets make her fingers pleasure herself, along with mine..."
"It is good in my world of darkness. I cannot see as you do with the boring sight of reality you all cling too, but the clarity of touching each and every mind I desire is far superior as the vibrations are much more real than any can know."
"There is no need for intercourse or physical contact in the three dimensions. None at all unless one wants to procreate and why would one want to actually breed with any human? Such a boring waste."
"There. There it is. The orgasm for myself and her. Can you feel the tingles? The glow? And now finished with her, tonight the taste is for fifty more women in China."
Inspiration for this scratch pad of mind numbing rambling could come from the wars, or the virus, or even the sinking of the ship carrying 4000 luxury cars off of the coast in Portugal (sank in water two miles deep and some speculate the fire started when one of the electric cars batteries exploded. Ha!)
Inspiration comes from many venues and there is never ever a lack of something to write about. So since this is a site of science fiction and fantasy, there is the inspiration of sex. Sex is always inspiring no matter if one is a monk living in a cave or a stripper killing and eating lesbians.
***
A Touch
The man was blind and his genetics had not blessed him with good looks. To most women he was a blind, ugly, and some could go so far as to say, repulsive.
His age was indeterminate. If he bathed and dressed in modern clothing, he could be labeled as forty years old. However if you looked at him sitting in a chair in the darkness of an unlit room with the only illumination coming from the moon, he looked ancient.
This man was blind, ugly, and he smelled bad. Even his teeth reeked of disease and sickness. Of all these traits it was easy to believe he had no friends or contact with anyone else of any age or gender. In a world so in love with physical looks and power, his ranking on the social ladder of modern society was definitely a zero.
Since no one liked this man or even wanted to see him, there is no one that could write about what the man really is or what he could do. Not Robin, not Bill, not Jane. No one anywhere on the planet, Earth, can even come close to understanding who he is so it is now up to you to open your mind... Open and let him explain to you just what goes on in the dark shadows of his home buried deep in the wildest of wilderness, far from any human...
If you choose not to know, then you can stop reading, but just beware, it is...too late.
***
"Who I am is nothing of import. I come from no where of importance and for you, you are merely a toy for a means."
"You feel and touch. You work and fuck. You and you and you, and so many more are nothing more than a number, a vibration, a piece of large puzzle operating and for me, something entertaining."
"I am a man, yes, there between my withered legs rests a withered small stem called a penis. Once I was a woman. Many times in many ways, the paths crossed so many species and genders. Currently though, the physical strength you all come to admire does not exist for me, but that is merely a formality, for now my sight is set on a woman. Women are my attraction at the moment and to this, it excites me."
"First though, feel this..." (Many men just felt the tip of their penis tingle, almost as if flicked with a finger.)
"Her ass is white, a moment ago it was large and black. Her tits were firm and yet just the right proportion of soft and warm. Can you feel it as I caress with a very, very, long tongue?"
"Her nipples were now growing hard and erect and perspiration broke out on her chest. Take your hand and rub that spot between your breasts, can you feel the hot salty sweat?"
"Lets stay here for a few minutes..."
"Ahh, yes, she is warming nicely. Moisture in that special spot between her legs. Hot. Inviting. Lets make her fingers pleasure herself, along with mine..."
"It is good in my world of darkness. I cannot see as you do with the boring sight of reality you all cling too, but the clarity of touching each and every mind I desire is far superior as the vibrations are much more real than any can know."
"There is no need for intercourse or physical contact in the three dimensions. None at all unless one wants to procreate and why would one want to actually breed with any human? Such a boring waste."
"There. There it is. The orgasm for myself and her. Can you feel the tingles? The glow? And now finished with her, tonight the taste is for fifty more women in China."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspiration. Inspiration. Inspiration. There is just too much inspiration.
Take the war against Ukraine by Russia. There is good and inspiration coming from that. Sure, a lot of people are dying and will die. Sure, a lot of historical buildings are laid waste. Sure, it makes politicians banding together in mock horror look compassionate. However the best thing about this atrocity is the revealing of true evil.
Evil goes by many names wearing the face of many situations. Putin is just one among billions that harbor evil in their hearts.
Evil was smart by helping people believe it does not exist. For many it is easy to say, "There is no God," but rarely will anyone acknowledge the soul of Evil.
This war is actually no different than any other war. Evil. Death. Horror. Atrocity. Crimes. Pain. Hate. Any words that describing a side of humanity that is undeniable.
This world of nature and change cares nothing for people who are good or evil or both at the same time. This world cares less about the radioactive clouds killing millions. It cares nothing for earthquakes, asteroids, tsunami's...This world will exist no matter if humans survive or not. This planet does not have to battle good or evil as it is aloof from such mundane activities.
There is a battle between such names as demons and angels. Much like the battle going on in each and every human body. A 'body' singular and yet containing two exactly opposite choices.
The power is not choosing evil or goodness, that is simply a choice. The power IS to not only abstain from evil but to laugh as evil tries the many ways of attacking.
Inspirational. Inspiring. And now, a little bit of something that could become a story...
***
They attacked last night in the world within a world. Some call it dreams. Some call it nightmares. It does not matter what it is called... Last night they attacked and attempted to gain what for them , it truly impossible.
Hanging the body of a friend from a tree, they tried to force the eating of entrails spilled while blood flooded the scene.
In the background, the natural flora and fauna were made to look comforting as evil tried so very hard.
Once the attack failed, another attempt was made in a different way...
Familiarity.
Comfort.
Giving the illusion you were in control when really, they pulled the strings.
In a war where there is the opposing forces of good and evil, both stem from something natural. Much like a planet appearing so beautiful and alluring and yet able to kill everything that breathes.
There was much laughter after the attack.
You would think they would learn, but learn they will,
and in finality, a word, a simple word overused and misunderstood, will finally become as clear as a beautiful sunset,
setting over the bloodiest battlefield in many a Universe,
the Koorad and Darook will come to know Peace
...
And
It
Is
Good.
Take the war against Ukraine by Russia. There is good and inspiration coming from that. Sure, a lot of people are dying and will die. Sure, a lot of historical buildings are laid waste. Sure, it makes politicians banding together in mock horror look compassionate. However the best thing about this atrocity is the revealing of true evil.
Evil goes by many names wearing the face of many situations. Putin is just one among billions that harbor evil in their hearts.
Evil was smart by helping people believe it does not exist. For many it is easy to say, "There is no God," but rarely will anyone acknowledge the soul of Evil.
This war is actually no different than any other war. Evil. Death. Horror. Atrocity. Crimes. Pain. Hate. Any words that describing a side of humanity that is undeniable.
This world of nature and change cares nothing for people who are good or evil or both at the same time. This world cares less about the radioactive clouds killing millions. It cares nothing for earthquakes, asteroids, tsunami's...This world will exist no matter if humans survive or not. This planet does not have to battle good or evil as it is aloof from such mundane activities.
There is a battle between such names as demons and angels. Much like the battle going on in each and every human body. A 'body' singular and yet containing two exactly opposite choices.
The power is not choosing evil or goodness, that is simply a choice. The power IS to not only abstain from evil but to laugh as evil tries the many ways of attacking.
Inspirational. Inspiring. And now, a little bit of something that could become a story...
***
They attacked last night in the world within a world. Some call it dreams. Some call it nightmares. It does not matter what it is called... Last night they attacked and attempted to gain what for them , it truly impossible.
Hanging the body of a friend from a tree, they tried to force the eating of entrails spilled while blood flooded the scene.
In the background, the natural flora and fauna were made to look comforting as evil tried so very hard.
Once the attack failed, another attempt was made in a different way...
Familiarity.
Comfort.
Giving the illusion you were in control when really, they pulled the strings.
In a war where there is the opposing forces of good and evil, both stem from something natural. Much like a planet appearing so beautiful and alluring and yet able to kill everything that breathes.
There was much laughter after the attack.
You would think they would learn, but learn they will,
and in finality, a word, a simple word overused and misunderstood, will finally become as clear as a beautiful sunset,
setting over the bloodiest battlefield in many a Universe,
the Koorad and Darook will come to know Peace
...
And
It
Is
Good.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Awake
We are going to die!
Is this the way it ends?
~
Bravery comes from those who do not know they are until put to the test
Fear comes easy to those who share what they know from not knowing
~
What is real?
What is not real?
Why ask questions when you're asleep...
We are going to die!
Is this the way it ends?
~
Bravery comes from those who do not know they are until put to the test
Fear comes easy to those who share what they know from not knowing
~
What is real?
What is not real?
Why ask questions when you're asleep...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
[/coloMayor Lori Lightfoot said 'my d**k is bigger than yours ... I have the biggest d**k in Chicago' amid tirade over Columbus statue, lawsuit alleges r]
What a great morning. Sun is shining. Corgi's are planning to invade what's left of my sanity. Fishsticks, toast, eggs, pepper and eggs! AND, a headline so perfect for writing in today's modern world of dicks.
Why does everyone who thinks about dick always want to have a big dick?
If I had a dick it would be so tiny the ovarian tubes would seem like a Universe.
***
BIG DICK
In the silence of space far away from the clusters of those sexy spinning planets
Churning along in silence
Prostrated before nothing, not even the tingles of kinetic energy excitement
A rock
A simple rock of such phallic meaning even God would blush...
Centuries of eternal hardness
The Mother of creation
The Father of destruction
The two
Twined.
Random chance really is not a chance as with orbital attraction
a dash of time
some aphrodisiac of subatomic, magnetic, planning...
What's that in the sky above the galaxy of something?
Is it the way the sun shines?
Flirty and ever so attractive?
It's coming
or is it, cumming?
An asteroid of gigantic proportions
falling into the open arms of a planet in heat
burning with passion
and a populace of venereal disease called, humans
saying,
"We're fucked!"
What a great morning. Sun is shining. Corgi's are planning to invade what's left of my sanity. Fishsticks, toast, eggs, pepper and eggs! AND, a headline so perfect for writing in today's modern world of dicks.
Why does everyone who thinks about dick always want to have a big dick?
If I had a dick it would be so tiny the ovarian tubes would seem like a Universe.
***
BIG DICK
In the silence of space far away from the clusters of those sexy spinning planets
Churning along in silence
Prostrated before nothing, not even the tingles of kinetic energy excitement
A rock
A simple rock of such phallic meaning even God would blush...
Centuries of eternal hardness
The Mother of creation
The Father of destruction
The two
Twined.
Random chance really is not a chance as with orbital attraction
a dash of time
some aphrodisiac of subatomic, magnetic, planning...
What's that in the sky above the galaxy of something?
Is it the way the sun shines?
Flirty and ever so attractive?
It's coming
or is it, cumming?
An asteroid of gigantic proportions
falling into the open arms of a planet in heat
burning with passion
and a populace of venereal disease called, humans
saying,
"We're fucked!"
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"So numbnuts, how's it hanging?"
What do you mean parasite?
"Well, you seem to write about penis a lot. Thinking you're a bit fixated on the male reproductive organ."
Nah. Vagina's and Penis are sooooo yesterday. Found something much better.
"Really? Did you finally come to find the perfection of dolphins?"
Nope. Pizza!
"Yeah. I can relate. So, what's on your mind?"
Let's see. Pizza. Bourbon. Excavating. Trees. Oh, and what children need.
"Children? You mean little human urchins that pick boogers and torture little animals?:
Yep.
"You're on your own. See ya later."
Okay parasite. It is all GOOD!
***
First, in my opinion, children need parents like what i have. The absolutely best mother and father ever to live on this shithole orb called, Earth. Children need space to be creative and to learn. They need law and order combined with intelligent guidance.
They also need to be avid readers AND toys!
***
If you are young, so very young
Younger than Creation
Looking up with new eyes upon old stars
Playing with age and growing.
If you feel in your heart there is something more
Something wonderful.
Telling people your age with your fingers.
Your parents give you electronic gadgets
They give you a television to keep your attention
You are living what seems to be, a good life...
Only, your attention is gathered by a stone or a stick or a piece of scrap leather...
And there, a spider spinning something strange
While over there a dog eating shit
and bubbles from soap
and string...
Toys are the makers of what they will become
Creative
and full of imagination.
What do you mean parasite?
"Well, you seem to write about penis a lot. Thinking you're a bit fixated on the male reproductive organ."
Nah. Vagina's and Penis are sooooo yesterday. Found something much better.
"Really? Did you finally come to find the perfection of dolphins?"
Nope. Pizza!
"Yeah. I can relate. So, what's on your mind?"
Let's see. Pizza. Bourbon. Excavating. Trees. Oh, and what children need.
"Children? You mean little human urchins that pick boogers and torture little animals?:
Yep.
"You're on your own. See ya later."
Okay parasite. It is all GOOD!
***
First, in my opinion, children need parents like what i have. The absolutely best mother and father ever to live on this shithole orb called, Earth. Children need space to be creative and to learn. They need law and order combined with intelligent guidance.
They also need to be avid readers AND toys!
***
If you are young, so very young
Younger than Creation
Looking up with new eyes upon old stars
Playing with age and growing.
If you feel in your heart there is something more
Something wonderful.
Telling people your age with your fingers.
Your parents give you electronic gadgets
They give you a television to keep your attention
You are living what seems to be, a good life...
Only, your attention is gathered by a stone or a stick or a piece of scrap leather...
And there, a spider spinning something strange
While over there a dog eating shit
and bubbles from soap
and string...
Toys are the makers of what they will become
Creative
and full of imagination.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Leeches can predict the weather
Deer can leap over anything
Salmon smolt swim to the ocean, spends years traveling and return to the exact place of their birth.
Tree seeds can germinate and grow out of solid rock
Dogs can herd cattle
Beavers can build huge dams using only small feet and teeth
Nature is a wonderful example of genius
Able to overcome and do so many fantastic things
While humans have ability to fuck up everything
oh
and lest it is forgotten,
cats are retarded...
"Hey, what about me?"
You parasite? You are inspiring.
"And don't you forget it."
It
is
good.
Deer can leap over anything
Salmon smolt swim to the ocean, spends years traveling and return to the exact place of their birth.
Tree seeds can germinate and grow out of solid rock
Dogs can herd cattle
Beavers can build huge dams using only small feet and teeth
Nature is a wonderful example of genius
Able to overcome and do so many fantastic things
While humans have ability to fuck up everything
oh
and lest it is forgotten,
cats are retarded...
"Hey, what about me?"
You parasite? You are inspiring.
"And don't you forget it."
It
is
good.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
So. Merlin was a wonderful little wizard. She knew some really nifty tricks to evade the Kings tax. Being a woman...
"Merlin was a guy numbnuts. Not a woman."
Really parasite? You are wrong. Merlin is definitely a woman.
"Merlin is dead. Geez. You're extra kooky today."
Yep. But she wrote some poems today, so to her, the inspiration.
*
1.
Peeking high the circle around the sky.
Centered.
Radial lines as if the eye of the storm
the eye brought it to mind.
2.
Those brought in flooded relief
A torrent torn by current those years ago
To set and place so delicate those polished sticks of wood
Centered cross atop the fourth rock
3.
In the urgency of beaked squabble
Those grains gained from dedication
It germinates into song.
"Merlin was a guy numbnuts. Not a woman."
Really parasite? You are wrong. Merlin is definitely a woman.
"Merlin is dead. Geez. You're extra kooky today."
Yep. But she wrote some poems today, so to her, the inspiration.
*
1.
Peeking high the circle around the sky.
Centered.
Radial lines as if the eye of the storm
the eye brought it to mind.
2.
Those brought in flooded relief
A torrent torn by current those years ago
To set and place so delicate those polished sticks of wood
Centered cross atop the fourth rock
3.
In the urgency of beaked squabble
Those grains gained from dedication
It germinates into song.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite. How high do you think gasoline prices are going to go?
"I don't care."
You should care because soon delivery costs will rise and so too the cost of your cheese doodles and blow-up dolphin dolls.
"Nah. The price of gasoline is fine. All is good. I actually believe in politicians."
No you don't. You don't even believe in yourself.
"Ha. Yeah. Oh well. Fuck it. Got any cheese doodles"
Here ya go. And quit peeing that purple goo on the geranium.
*
Box of human heads stolen in Denver; police are investigating
Heads come in all sizes and colors. Some have black curly hair. Some are bald and usually male, but sometime there is the odd bald head once connected to a woman.
Uncle Bob once had a head but had it cut off his body once he died from complications of Covid. Now, Uncle Bob was definitely not a saint. He was once know as a dirty, low down, scum sucking, pig. And those were the nice comments. After he died, no one wanted to say anything about him and chose to forget he existed.
Bob treated his family horribly. He was truly an asshole as pictures of his past deeds come back to haunt the imagination.
Money theft.
Sexual assault.
Violent.
Drunk.
Vocal.
Yep, Uncle Bob had all the makings of a truly horrible person. Of course that all changed as his dead body instantly started to decay. And since he died under a bridge with no identification and in possession of a mostly empty whiskey bottle.
When some children came across the recently deceased they called the police who came and they called the coroner and after no one came to claim the body, the body was donated to a local University for the students to learn from.
Uncle Bob's head was placed in a cooler box along with four other heads. Two of those heads were male and the other two female. The rest of Body was cremated as the University had no use for arms and legs, only the head was popular.
A UPS van with the box of heads along with some Amazon purchases destined for address's along the route, moved from address to address. One package was a small one filled with Electrolux vacuum cleaner bags. One was a box of cheese doodles for a purple creature that used Robin's credit card to purchase. There was even a box with a vial of holy water blessed by a voodoo priestess in Louisiana that Mr.s Kratchid needed for a ritual to purify her cat.
As the van was paused at a business address delivering some viagra pills made in Mexico, a couple of young thugs took the opportunity to dash towards the van and each grabbed the nearest box they could and ran off with their loot.
Panting with exertion they both laughed. The largest thug was a young male covered in large pustules of acne. His name was Gordon. His partner was a shorter lad with short hair and weird looking ears. His name was Joe.
"Lets see what we scored!" Gordon seemed pretty excited about his box and he quickly got it open and said, "What the fuck is this? Water? Who the fuck ships water?"
"Maybe it's a special drink? You know, some people pay a lot of money for water. Lets drink it."
And so, both Gordon and Joe drank from the various bottles of water inside the box. A box shipped from the great state of, Louisiana.
"Tastes like piss..." Gordon said with disappointment.
"Yeah. I agree." Joe was not too excited about the water either. For all we know the voodoo priestess just might have peed in the water...
"Lets open my box," Joe sounded a bit more excited though it was hard to get the nasty taste of the water out his mouth.
It did not take long to open the large box and boy where the boys surprised.
"Arrgh! What the FUCK! Shit man. Are those human heads???" Joe said, and it must be said, he might have peed himself a little bit.
"That's Uncle Bobs head! That's the prick that...that... He did things to me. Shit man. I know that...guy. That's his head." Gordon was not very happy.
"Hello boys," the lifeless head had come alive. It started laughing as the boys screamed running faster than a Democrat can from the truth.
Those poor boys were cursed the moment they drank what was not meant for them. The water was meant for Mrs Kratchids cat. A cat in need of purification.
The water would have allowed the cat to cease sucking the souls out of dead people. Now that the boys drank it, it allowed them to see and communicate with the dead.
****
"Did I miss anything?" The parasite was attracted to a strange bit of writing.
Nope. All is normal.
War.
Death.
Radiation.
But it is fun to see all the government folks around the world gasp like carp left on a hot dock.
"I don't care."
You should care because soon delivery costs will rise and so too the cost of your cheese doodles and blow-up dolphin dolls.
"Nah. The price of gasoline is fine. All is good. I actually believe in politicians."
No you don't. You don't even believe in yourself.
"Ha. Yeah. Oh well. Fuck it. Got any cheese doodles"
Here ya go. And quit peeing that purple goo on the geranium.
*
Box of human heads stolen in Denver; police are investigating
Heads come in all sizes and colors. Some have black curly hair. Some are bald and usually male, but sometime there is the odd bald head once connected to a woman.
Uncle Bob once had a head but had it cut off his body once he died from complications of Covid. Now, Uncle Bob was definitely not a saint. He was once know as a dirty, low down, scum sucking, pig. And those were the nice comments. After he died, no one wanted to say anything about him and chose to forget he existed.
Bob treated his family horribly. He was truly an asshole as pictures of his past deeds come back to haunt the imagination.
Money theft.
Sexual assault.
Violent.
Drunk.
Vocal.
Yep, Uncle Bob had all the makings of a truly horrible person. Of course that all changed as his dead body instantly started to decay. And since he died under a bridge with no identification and in possession of a mostly empty whiskey bottle.
When some children came across the recently deceased they called the police who came and they called the coroner and after no one came to claim the body, the body was donated to a local University for the students to learn from.
Uncle Bob's head was placed in a cooler box along with four other heads. Two of those heads were male and the other two female. The rest of Body was cremated as the University had no use for arms and legs, only the head was popular.
A UPS van with the box of heads along with some Amazon purchases destined for address's along the route, moved from address to address. One package was a small one filled with Electrolux vacuum cleaner bags. One was a box of cheese doodles for a purple creature that used Robin's credit card to purchase. There was even a box with a vial of holy water blessed by a voodoo priestess in Louisiana that Mr.s Kratchid needed for a ritual to purify her cat.
As the van was paused at a business address delivering some viagra pills made in Mexico, a couple of young thugs took the opportunity to dash towards the van and each grabbed the nearest box they could and ran off with their loot.
Panting with exertion they both laughed. The largest thug was a young male covered in large pustules of acne. His name was Gordon. His partner was a shorter lad with short hair and weird looking ears. His name was Joe.
"Lets see what we scored!" Gordon seemed pretty excited about his box and he quickly got it open and said, "What the fuck is this? Water? Who the fuck ships water?"
"Maybe it's a special drink? You know, some people pay a lot of money for water. Lets drink it."
And so, both Gordon and Joe drank from the various bottles of water inside the box. A box shipped from the great state of, Louisiana.
"Tastes like piss..." Gordon said with disappointment.
"Yeah. I agree." Joe was not too excited about the water either. For all we know the voodoo priestess just might have peed in the water...
"Lets open my box," Joe sounded a bit more excited though it was hard to get the nasty taste of the water out his mouth.
It did not take long to open the large box and boy where the boys surprised.
"Arrgh! What the FUCK! Shit man. Are those human heads???" Joe said, and it must be said, he might have peed himself a little bit.
"That's Uncle Bobs head! That's the prick that...that... He did things to me. Shit man. I know that...guy. That's his head." Gordon was not very happy.
"Hello boys," the lifeless head had come alive. It started laughing as the boys screamed running faster than a Democrat can from the truth.
Those poor boys were cursed the moment they drank what was not meant for them. The water was meant for Mrs Kratchids cat. A cat in need of purification.
The water would have allowed the cat to cease sucking the souls out of dead people. Now that the boys drank it, it allowed them to see and communicate with the dead.
****
"Did I miss anything?" The parasite was attracted to a strange bit of writing.
Nope. All is normal.
War.
Death.
Radiation.
But it is fun to see all the government folks around the world gasp like carp left on a hot dock.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
dinosaurs would be laughing if they knew their rotting bodies along ,with a lot of other bio matter, resulted in becoming crude oil.
today, a man named putin used his countries gas station as a weapon against a world hungry for oil. he did not want to do it for nothing so Ukraine was to be the prize.
in another gas station, a man named Biden, wanted to turn crude oil into batteries, condoms, hair gel, and electric cars. but since gas stations flounder when they make foolish decisions, everyone of the citizens blame the 'leaders' or managers of the gas stations.
oil is nothing more than a commodity and what controls commodities? Money. Money and business.
Shell Oil.
Exxon.
Pioneer.
Every large oil company is laughing their asses off right now.
The 'big boys are not putin or biden or any puppet on a string.
Few people know this and for good reason. Big oil is a ruthless entity. Much more ruthless than say, Pfizer or any of the drug companies. They are even more powerful than the military corporations profiting from all the bullets and bombs be used.
But not the part of what most people don't know. Banks control the money and it takes money to drill. Trump loved being in charge of the gas station. Lots of oil. Lots of money. But oil dropped in price. Crude oil around the world was a commodity far lower in price than today. This caused the small oil companies to start feeling the pain and many lost out to the banks calling in the debts. Not the big boys mind you, Exxon has no need for banks, THEY are A bank unto themselves.
Now, flashforward to today... Russia, a large gas station said, "Oil will go to $300 a barrel if you shut us down."
They are correct. And guess what? All the customers of the gas stations will scream and cry and yell and some might even get a sex change, but they will demand lower prices.
So...Banks and institutions in the business of 'lending' blood money, will lend the 'small' oil companies who explore and dig for oil...Money. Lots of money with high inflationary interest BECAUSE at $300/barrel along with political backing and consumer love of electric cars and condoms, the small oil companies greed will jump at the opportunity to start drilling again...
In the end, the consumer is happy as the price of oil goes down. Children in Ukraine will have learned about war. And the whole cycle repeats itself endlessly until finally those mushroom clouds really do grow on a rainy day.
today, a man named putin used his countries gas station as a weapon against a world hungry for oil. he did not want to do it for nothing so Ukraine was to be the prize.
in another gas station, a man named Biden, wanted to turn crude oil into batteries, condoms, hair gel, and electric cars. but since gas stations flounder when they make foolish decisions, everyone of the citizens blame the 'leaders' or managers of the gas stations.
oil is nothing more than a commodity and what controls commodities? Money. Money and business.
Shell Oil.
Exxon.
Pioneer.
Every large oil company is laughing their asses off right now.
The 'big boys are not putin or biden or any puppet on a string.
Few people know this and for good reason. Big oil is a ruthless entity. Much more ruthless than say, Pfizer or any of the drug companies. They are even more powerful than the military corporations profiting from all the bullets and bombs be used.
But not the part of what most people don't know. Banks control the money and it takes money to drill. Trump loved being in charge of the gas station. Lots of oil. Lots of money. But oil dropped in price. Crude oil around the world was a commodity far lower in price than today. This caused the small oil companies to start feeling the pain and many lost out to the banks calling in the debts. Not the big boys mind you, Exxon has no need for banks, THEY are A bank unto themselves.
Now, flashforward to today... Russia, a large gas station said, "Oil will go to $300 a barrel if you shut us down."
They are correct. And guess what? All the customers of the gas stations will scream and cry and yell and some might even get a sex change, but they will demand lower prices.
So...Banks and institutions in the business of 'lending' blood money, will lend the 'small' oil companies who explore and dig for oil...Money. Lots of money with high inflationary interest BECAUSE at $300/barrel along with political backing and consumer love of electric cars and condoms, the small oil companies greed will jump at the opportunity to start drilling again...
In the end, the consumer is happy as the price of oil goes down. Children in Ukraine will have learned about war. And the whole cycle repeats itself endlessly until finally those mushroom clouds really do grow on a rainy day.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
She sat on a beautiful beach kissed with the warmth from the sun. The sea was calm with only small ripples testing the line of sand and water.
Humming to herself, she was immersed in playing the childhood fascination of building with sand. What lay in front of her was something resembling a mound in the shape of a cake.
In the background there were long slender trees growing towards the sky in a smooth curve. Farther back, much farther than the line of tree's, there showed the face of hills. Behind the hills, towered mountains capped with snow.
The young girl changed her voice from humming to singing a very ancient and forgotten song. "Today there rests the smile. There rests the smile of happiness. Today there rests the smile..." It is a good song with many lyrics and to these the girl proved she knew them all.
Above her and below the few scattered clouds, there flew a large bird. Similar to what an eagle looks like in flight and yet it appeared more like a forest dove. This bird circled the girl and periodically it dove and then soared high again. It too was singing a song which drew the girls attention.
"Hello friend. It is good to see you again. Would you care to play with me in the sand?" She giggled as the bird flew in a loop and then flapped its wings hard causing it to rise higher and higher, until it disappeared from sight.
This girls name is not important as she is not from Earth where such things are important.
She was happy and content. Her every need was taken care of by a planet alive, loving, and intelligent.
Her age is old. Very old and yet her skin shined with what some would say was the age of an eight year old girl. There is nothing different in her appearance than any other normal human girl, aside from her eyes...
In her eyes their was the swirl of tendrils. A striking green color flecked with intense ruby red that sparkled and danced.
In Life, there are many mysteries which fascinate the mind. In life there are many things which cause pain or pleasure.
For her, she is the joy of my life as she is my daughter.
Humming to herself, she was immersed in playing the childhood fascination of building with sand. What lay in front of her was something resembling a mound in the shape of a cake.
In the background there were long slender trees growing towards the sky in a smooth curve. Farther back, much farther than the line of tree's, there showed the face of hills. Behind the hills, towered mountains capped with snow.
The young girl changed her voice from humming to singing a very ancient and forgotten song. "Today there rests the smile. There rests the smile of happiness. Today there rests the smile..." It is a good song with many lyrics and to these the girl proved she knew them all.
Above her and below the few scattered clouds, there flew a large bird. Similar to what an eagle looks like in flight and yet it appeared more like a forest dove. This bird circled the girl and periodically it dove and then soared high again. It too was singing a song which drew the girls attention.
"Hello friend. It is good to see you again. Would you care to play with me in the sand?" She giggled as the bird flew in a loop and then flapped its wings hard causing it to rise higher and higher, until it disappeared from sight.
This girls name is not important as she is not from Earth where such things are important.
She was happy and content. Her every need was taken care of by a planet alive, loving, and intelligent.
Her age is old. Very old and yet her skin shined with what some would say was the age of an eight year old girl. There is nothing different in her appearance than any other normal human girl, aside from her eyes...
In her eyes their was the swirl of tendrils. A striking green color flecked with intense ruby red that sparkled and danced.
In Life, there are many mysteries which fascinate the mind. In life there are many things which cause pain or pleasure.
For her, she is the joy of my life as she is my daughter.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
The pool is clear of aided eye
Deep within, a glimmer of luster
Murky more the feet of a landing cricket.
Deep within, a glimmer of luster
Murky more the feet of a landing cricket.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspir4ed by the moment of human stupidity.
(((
)))
***
What is the ultimate weapon in the arsenal of humanity...
Is it nuclear weapons?
It is poison and disease?
War! It must be war!
No?
~
Hate...
It must be hate that is the ultimate weapon!
~
A weapon by definition must be to kill or maim the enemy, so the answer is death...
~
No?
It is not death?
But death is the ultimate victory over any opponent.
~
the ultimate weapon of humanity is humility and forgiveness
death has no power over life
death is meaningless.
Peace
Love
and most importantly, the bravery needed to forgive your enemy.
Life IS the ultimate gift and weapon against any and all evil, Evil, or death...
(((
)))
***
What is the ultimate weapon in the arsenal of humanity...
Is it nuclear weapons?
It is poison and disease?
War! It must be war!
No?
~
Hate...
It must be hate that is the ultimate weapon!
~
A weapon by definition must be to kill or maim the enemy, so the answer is death...
~
No?
It is not death?
But death is the ultimate victory over any opponent.
~
the ultimate weapon of humanity is humility and forgiveness
death has no power over life
death is meaningless.
Peace
Love
and most importantly, the bravery needed to forgive your enemy.
Life IS the ultimate gift and weapon against any and all evil, Evil, or death...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Yawwwn... So numbnuts, how is it hanging?"
Still at the apex of a gaping binary star.
"Whatcha gonna write now? How to a message a hemorrhoid?"
That''s it parasite. Inspired in writing, now.
***
How is it the words are there before the fingers?
There, a line, an allocation of security
Eyes seeing something moving even while it too, sees/smells/hears.
~
Already thought of it, ha, literally
and now here follows the foot soldier fingers.
Still at the apex of a gaping binary star.
"Whatcha gonna write now? How to a message a hemorrhoid?"
That''s it parasite. Inspired in writing, now.
***
How is it the words are there before the fingers?
There, a line, an allocation of security
Eyes seeing something moving even while it too, sees/smells/hears.
~
Already thought of it, ha, literally
and now here follows the foot soldier fingers.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Names.
Writers use names for the characters of their stories. Somehow, names must therefore be important.
Some writers are excellent in the usage of names and actually remember them. For me, names are meaningless and almost every story I've ever written, I could not tell you the names of the characters if you put a gun to my head and said, "Tell me the names or die."
I do like the phonetic sounds some names impart. Long names are interesting and yet are a easily forgettable and short names.
Names are overrated and thus the topic of tonight's inspiration.
>>>
.
Names
Pharaoh so proud of their golden age, buried for eternity, along with there name.
Ramsis
Khbib
Nambra
(more like, the three stooges)
What is your name?
Do you know it? Really know it?
If so, do you believe it?
The old dog joke: "What's your name!"
"Tony."
"Fuck you Tony..."
There are many names for many people
People and names
i have no name, nor any need or desire
The Name exists along with the Word
in
everything.
Writers use names for the characters of their stories. Somehow, names must therefore be important.
Some writers are excellent in the usage of names and actually remember them. For me, names are meaningless and almost every story I've ever written, I could not tell you the names of the characters if you put a gun to my head and said, "Tell me the names or die."
I do like the phonetic sounds some names impart. Long names are interesting and yet are a easily forgettable and short names.
Names are overrated and thus the topic of tonight's inspiration.
>>>
.
Names
Pharaoh so proud of their golden age, buried for eternity, along with there name.
Ramsis
Khbib
Nambra
(more like, the three stooges)
What is your name?
Do you know it? Really know it?
If so, do you believe it?
The old dog joke: "What's your name!"
"Tony."
"Fuck you Tony..."
There are many names for many people
People and names
i have no name, nor any need or desire
The Name exists along with the Word
in
everything.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite. Wanna help plant 50 dawn redwood trees?
"Let me respond to that question with another question...Hey numbnuts, wanna help me hit your balls with a ball peen hammer on an anvil?"
I take that your answer is a , no, then?
"Correct."
I'm gonna use dead dolphins as fertilizer... One for each tree.
"You need serious mental health dude."
No, I'll take the ball peen hammer to the balls before trusting any human ever again. Just ask agent Barton...
*
Trust
On a coin rests the words, 'In God we trust."
In the Marine Corps the words defined, 'Kill them all and let God sort them out.'
Matt used so say, "In all honesty I feel..." Which means everything else is a lie?
A man tells a young woman in heat, "Trust me..."
~
Trust is an amusing thing.
~
Which is better, Trust or Mistrust?
The answer is:
Kill them all and let God sort it out, as there is perfect truth in the horror of evil and war where such truth tellers as Putin, Hitler, Mao, and so many more
are the real thing.
"Let me respond to that question with another question...Hey numbnuts, wanna help me hit your balls with a ball peen hammer on an anvil?"
I take that your answer is a , no, then?
"Correct."
I'm gonna use dead dolphins as fertilizer... One for each tree.
"You need serious mental health dude."
No, I'll take the ball peen hammer to the balls before trusting any human ever again. Just ask agent Barton...
*
Trust
On a coin rests the words, 'In God we trust."
In the Marine Corps the words defined, 'Kill them all and let God sort them out.'
Matt used so say, "In all honesty I feel..." Which means everything else is a lie?
A man tells a young woman in heat, "Trust me..."
~
Trust is an amusing thing.
~
Which is better, Trust or Mistrust?
The answer is:
Kill them all and let God sort it out, as there is perfect truth in the horror of evil and war where such truth tellers as Putin, Hitler, Mao, and so many more
are the real thing.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
The gnome was a strange fellow. He was an avid writer of fiction and fantasy on his lovely world.
The world was similar to Earth except it was much larger in size. Since the word, was, is past-tense it should be mentioned that the gnome's world was destroyed.
Most creatures of cognitive abilities and basic intelligence would scream and cry while their world was being destroyed, but not the gnome. He wrote in his diary exactly what happened in those last moments of his planet.
The book he was writing in survived as it was blown up and out into space. It was collected by an 'observer' and as such is the inspiration for the following.
To fill in the basic gaps of how his planet was destroyed, picture in your mind a large world which had a tunnel plowed through it at the speed greater than light with the hole over a mile in diameter. This tunnel started on one side of the planet and exited on the other side...
***
Youth are risk takers. Children in particular love to test physics such as gravity, speed, explosive reactions, and any other action filling an adult supervisor with horror. Human children are the perfect example. They burn ants with a magnifying lens. They jump bicycles off of home made ramps. Fireworks, gasoline, a match.
It is amazing how some species can continue when stupidity runs through the blood. And all species in every Universe are all similar in such dangerous activity among the younger of their species.
Take the Gorlon species. An old species which evolved to an advanced science involving space flight, matter transformation, medicine, energy, and all the other 'science' fiction topics an evolving species longs to achieve.
One day, a youngster from the Gorlon, modified a mining ship with a modified and highly illegal, Morlock engine.
Morlock engines are technological marvels developed in the eight dimension. They enable anything to transport their mass at speed only obtainable in the eighth dimension.
The young Gorlon hopped up the mining ship and when his parents were at work, he took it for a short 'trip'. Since he was young and stupid he made the grave mistake of thinking a short 'trip' was to be a quick hop around his time/space/galaxy...
Once the mining ship was free of his planets gravity, he engaged the Morlock engine and... POW! In an instant he was traveling at speeds unmeasurable. For perspective, he traveled over one billion light years in a 'second'.
During the ships travel, it was linear according the the simple math of the three dimensions but according to the rules of the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and most importantly, the eighth... His journey was a perfect circle.
On his joy ride, his ship went through various objects as ships, satellites, moons, planets, stars, and even a black hole. These objects were totally obliterated to include the planet of the gnome who had a few seconds to record the death of his planet.
As for the young adventurer, his words translated after his mining ship was landing in secret into the garage of his parents home... Those words were, "Yahoo!"
The world was similar to Earth except it was much larger in size. Since the word, was, is past-tense it should be mentioned that the gnome's world was destroyed.
Most creatures of cognitive abilities and basic intelligence would scream and cry while their world was being destroyed, but not the gnome. He wrote in his diary exactly what happened in those last moments of his planet.
The book he was writing in survived as it was blown up and out into space. It was collected by an 'observer' and as such is the inspiration for the following.
To fill in the basic gaps of how his planet was destroyed, picture in your mind a large world which had a tunnel plowed through it at the speed greater than light with the hole over a mile in diameter. This tunnel started on one side of the planet and exited on the other side...
***
Youth are risk takers. Children in particular love to test physics such as gravity, speed, explosive reactions, and any other action filling an adult supervisor with horror. Human children are the perfect example. They burn ants with a magnifying lens. They jump bicycles off of home made ramps. Fireworks, gasoline, a match.
It is amazing how some species can continue when stupidity runs through the blood. And all species in every Universe are all similar in such dangerous activity among the younger of their species.
Take the Gorlon species. An old species which evolved to an advanced science involving space flight, matter transformation, medicine, energy, and all the other 'science' fiction topics an evolving species longs to achieve.
One day, a youngster from the Gorlon, modified a mining ship with a modified and highly illegal, Morlock engine.
Morlock engines are technological marvels developed in the eight dimension. They enable anything to transport their mass at speed only obtainable in the eighth dimension.
The young Gorlon hopped up the mining ship and when his parents were at work, he took it for a short 'trip'. Since he was young and stupid he made the grave mistake of thinking a short 'trip' was to be a quick hop around his time/space/galaxy...
Once the mining ship was free of his planets gravity, he engaged the Morlock engine and... POW! In an instant he was traveling at speeds unmeasurable. For perspective, he traveled over one billion light years in a 'second'.
During the ships travel, it was linear according the the simple math of the three dimensions but according to the rules of the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and most importantly, the eighth... His journey was a perfect circle.
On his joy ride, his ship went through various objects as ships, satellites, moons, planets, stars, and even a black hole. These objects were totally obliterated to include the planet of the gnome who had a few seconds to record the death of his planet.
As for the young adventurer, his words translated after his mining ship was landing in secret into the garage of his parents home... Those words were, "Yahoo!"