Gossip Among The Folk
Men so aloof and proud alone against the world...
Put together in groups of two or more and the world gets down right juicy
"Did you know?"
"Did you hear who had sex with who?"
(Hahaha, giggle giggle)
Women steal each others recipes
Mixing in snippets of,
"And she did what to whom?"
"Oh my!"
'Why I never..."
Wanna know a secret and make sure you don't tell anybody?
Gossip; Nourishment for a weakness fully on the human side
When confronted with news of other painted in a weak light...
Just shake the head and smile
and think of chocolate chip cookies dipped in vanilla ice cream mixed with a dash of yellow mustard.
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Moderator: Editors
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
There is just too much inspiration for writing.
Some writing can be construed as, opinion.
Some writing is opined.
Some writing is fiction.
Some writing is reality.
Fantasy.
Horror.
Comedy.
Writing is...
something.
Lately, Agent Barton has been a very busy little bee. Buzzing and humming. Huffing and puffing. Sucking up to the war machine.
Look what the CIA has done to the USA politicians. In conjunction with their buddies, the KGB and China.
Wanna know the real meaning of the, 'New World Order.'
Only, who survives to write the new constitution?
Who is picked to survive to continue writing?
What is the meaning behind the madness of Agent Barton and cronies?
How does one pickle cockroaches?
War.
Deception.
Definition of the true human condition regarding
everything.
&&&
Agent Barton
Dear Agent Barton. You have killed and destroyed for thousands of years while maintaining two forms of existence.
Your human existence is obvious on a daily grind of shit and stink you excrete.
Your other 'form' is obvious to those in the realm of dimensions far different than any sunrise/sunset, or worldly things...
While in a form of ethereal, war is truly beautiful as one 'listens' to the horror of flesh and bone in death and pain.
Aloof and free to enter and leave.
Do you remember the moment your dream was set off the rails; control once so firm, shattered?
Who do you think it was if not you, not your allies, not your friends, and surely not an enemy...
Agent Barton, the war you embrace and lead has got your 'knickers' in a binder and now you have to deal with something far and away, your worst nightmare.
You know what is being presented and discussed
You knew the result of the Councils vote
And now (with something crossed and pointed, encircled by a very, very, powerful web)
Time is now for a very powerful visit where what is becomes more powerful than what was or what will be...
and with this
sweet dreams.
Some writing can be construed as, opinion.
Some writing is opined.
Some writing is fiction.
Some writing is reality.
Fantasy.
Horror.
Comedy.
Writing is...
something.
Lately, Agent Barton has been a very busy little bee. Buzzing and humming. Huffing and puffing. Sucking up to the war machine.
Look what the CIA has done to the USA politicians. In conjunction with their buddies, the KGB and China.
Wanna know the real meaning of the, 'New World Order.'
Only, who survives to write the new constitution?
Who is picked to survive to continue writing?
What is the meaning behind the madness of Agent Barton and cronies?
How does one pickle cockroaches?
War.
Deception.
Definition of the true human condition regarding
everything.
&&&
Agent Barton
Dear Agent Barton. You have killed and destroyed for thousands of years while maintaining two forms of existence.
Your human existence is obvious on a daily grind of shit and stink you excrete.
Your other 'form' is obvious to those in the realm of dimensions far different than any sunrise/sunset, or worldly things...
While in a form of ethereal, war is truly beautiful as one 'listens' to the horror of flesh and bone in death and pain.
Aloof and free to enter and leave.
Do you remember the moment your dream was set off the rails; control once so firm, shattered?
Who do you think it was if not you, not your allies, not your friends, and surely not an enemy...
Agent Barton, the war you embrace and lead has got your 'knickers' in a binder and now you have to deal with something far and away, your worst nightmare.
You know what is being presented and discussed
You knew the result of the Councils vote
And now (with something crossed and pointed, encircled by a very, very, powerful web)
Time is now for a very powerful visit where what is becomes more powerful than what was or what will be...
and with this
sweet dreams.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Eyes
they gaze
even now upon the gaze of a young corgi, his grin vying for attention.
writers put into view, a story for any and all to read
filling pages with sight and explanation
Question: have you ever seen what the eyes saw on the USS Missouri?
A battleship, yes, true
Plying wave and battle
Manned by not men or women but warriors with an eye toward duty
The prow, or bow, or soul saw something more than the obvious
Not the seagull or fog
Nor the strong winds blown by hurricane, storm, and gale
\
/
\
/
for below the chain and anchor, stowed as there never rests the goal
of seeking something more than human and earth
far from soil or ocean...
\
/
\
seeing from the very pointed direction,
to see, smell, hear, and taste,
a passing dream, and know it...
they gaze
even now upon the gaze of a young corgi, his grin vying for attention.
writers put into view, a story for any and all to read
filling pages with sight and explanation
Question: have you ever seen what the eyes saw on the USS Missouri?
A battleship, yes, true
Plying wave and battle
Manned by not men or women but warriors with an eye toward duty
The prow, or bow, or soul saw something more than the obvious
Not the seagull or fog
Nor the strong winds blown by hurricane, storm, and gale
\
/
\
/
for below the chain and anchor, stowed as there never rests the goal
of seeking something more than human and earth
far from soil or ocean...
\
/
\
seeing from the very pointed direction,
to see, smell, hear, and taste,
a passing dream, and know it...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
So parasite...
"Yeah?"
Wanna have some fun?
"Is there a safe word involved?"
Yep
(the parasite was cautious as normally there was normal from numbnuts, but something tonight seemed strange)
"So, what's the word?"
MORE!
"You really are retarded."
***
So the moon is satred,(as if that would never change)
And the buds are juuuuuuust about blooming.
A clear sky filled with eagles
A soil starting to give aid to those growing
and bugs.
Stink bugs in particular, as they tell same old tired joke...
Is it Spring?
Ha!
It
Is
Possible.
"Yeah?"
Wanna have some fun?
"Is there a safe word involved?"
Yep
(the parasite was cautious as normally there was normal from numbnuts, but something tonight seemed strange)
"So, what's the word?"
MORE!
"You really are retarded."
***
So the moon is satred,(as if that would never change)
And the buds are juuuuuuust about blooming.
A clear sky filled with eagles
A soil starting to give aid to those growing
and bugs.
Stink bugs in particular, as they tell same old tired joke...
Is it Spring?
Ha!
It
Is
Possible.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Firing-squad executions get green light in South Carolina
Donations for war victims while applauding the right to kill babies via such sterile words as, 'rights' and 'abortion'.
Capital punishment such as hanging, firing squads, and poison: Just enough to whet the appetite of atrocious.
***
In the letter written by one those many thousands of moments from now they now seem like yesterday
When in hands they read the headlines, "The artorium flower set to bloom today..."
While in contrast the memory of a people labeled human, spoke of males winning over in full domination of females.
~
The Wind carries in vacuum of space at speeds so wonderful, the colors and vibrations enough to engulf light and blackness. A peaceful realm where headlines bring Life and smiles.
A robe is nothing as it is not needed to hide the naked truth of what is, what was, what will always be...
No sandals or gown
No jewels or crown
No applause or riches
Not even sickness or poor can stop a Wind in motion
Nothing can compare to the Love eternal
a gift some will never accept as they plod the gravity and salvation of death.
(the words now cannot be written as they are felt in the embrace of what truly is indescribable)
Life is...
It Is
Good.
The light is green, white, blue, purple...
It
Is
the br44ze of perfect.
Donations for war victims while applauding the right to kill babies via such sterile words as, 'rights' and 'abortion'.
Capital punishment such as hanging, firing squads, and poison: Just enough to whet the appetite of atrocious.
***
In the letter written by one those many thousands of moments from now they now seem like yesterday
When in hands they read the headlines, "The artorium flower set to bloom today..."
While in contrast the memory of a people labeled human, spoke of males winning over in full domination of females.
~
The Wind carries in vacuum of space at speeds so wonderful, the colors and vibrations enough to engulf light and blackness. A peaceful realm where headlines bring Life and smiles.
A robe is nothing as it is not needed to hide the naked truth of what is, what was, what will always be...
No sandals or gown
No jewels or crown
No applause or riches
Not even sickness or poor can stop a Wind in motion
Nothing can compare to the Love eternal
a gift some will never accept as they plod the gravity and salvation of death.
(the words now cannot be written as they are felt in the embrace of what truly is indescribable)
Life is...
It Is
Good.
The light is green, white, blue, purple...
It
Is
the br44ze of perfect.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A waste receptacle, or what is commonly called, trash can; Americans throw a LOT of good 'stuff' away.
Talked to many a professional dumpster diver (dumpsters are common collection point for trash in rural communities. Dumpster divers are those who enter and find thrown away treasure)
In the talks the finds expressed ranged from stuffed pheasants to $100.00 bills inside cast away Bibles.
The other day at the local dumpsters there were two paintings of birds laying there. They now have a new home, but aside from the inspiration, why do people cast aside what is beautiful?
A strange world the world of trash. Useful though in the ways it defines.
***
Garbage
One minute the apple if for sale, the next a store employee plucks it from the rack and throws it away.
In a restaurant a delicious meal consumed until there is still half left, and into the trash it went.
People throw pennies on the ground for reasons ranging from lack of want to indifference to a rich disease.
~
Babies of course are sucked from a womb and destroyed like an bad disease.
Books. Televisions. Food. Any and everything is cast away.
Clutter, some say. Garbage or worn out.
Not needed.
Bad memories...
~
Tonight there rests on a shelf, a painting of beauty.
A chickadee sitting eternal on the budding blossomed branch of a cherry tree.
Talked to many a professional dumpster diver (dumpsters are common collection point for trash in rural communities. Dumpster divers are those who enter and find thrown away treasure)
In the talks the finds expressed ranged from stuffed pheasants to $100.00 bills inside cast away Bibles.
The other day at the local dumpsters there were two paintings of birds laying there. They now have a new home, but aside from the inspiration, why do people cast aside what is beautiful?
A strange world the world of trash. Useful though in the ways it defines.
***
Garbage
One minute the apple if for sale, the next a store employee plucks it from the rack and throws it away.
In a restaurant a delicious meal consumed until there is still half left, and into the trash it went.
People throw pennies on the ground for reasons ranging from lack of want to indifference to a rich disease.
~
Babies of course are sucked from a womb and destroyed like an bad disease.
Books. Televisions. Food. Any and everything is cast away.
Clutter, some say. Garbage or worn out.
Not needed.
Bad memories...
~
Tonight there rests on a shelf, a painting of beauty.
A chickadee sitting eternal on the budding blossomed branch of a cherry tree.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
She is from India, not Pakistan
An interesting creature in how she moved her legs.
Combined, so tender
Apart, a wild beast.
Circling inside the mind and then released to soar high, and higher, until
below the forest showed the shedding of larch needles.
Property lines of regret as the empire was dismembered
Fighting more then religion or sex.
And then, she won with a very particular maneuver.
(110 110 110 0000)
An interesting creature in how she moved her legs.
Combined, so tender
Apart, a wild beast.
Circling inside the mind and then released to soar high, and higher, until
below the forest showed the shedding of larch needles.
Property lines of regret as the empire was dismembered
Fighting more then religion or sex.
And then, she won with a very particular maneuver.
(110 110 110 0000)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Human Logic
written by: Pure Logic
An empty room painted white inside a lifeless ship hovering above the rings of Jupiter
Sounds of electronic machines, clicking and humming
Nothing to register as biological, nothing but machines of a vast array of technology.\
`
She was a test subject, impregnated by her 'boyfriend'
Brought to the ship while she was at twelve weeks and counting
Her senses dulled yet giving her full consciousness of matters pertaining to the basic thought process of her body.
~
Certain items were transported to the ship and released in her room
At first a spider, of which she smashed with her hand as if in fear
A common housefly was next and it buzzed next to her ear where she swatted it out of existence.
~
Projections of war and peaceful dialogue were implanted to test the other reactions.
At her core, there were no religious beliefs as she had none, no intellectual or political ambitions.
Her science knowledge was at the level of a child regarding engineering, physics, and biology.
~
Pleasure was given to her nervous system as a reward for answering basic questions in math
Nothing was given when she failed in giving a 'correct' answer.
She was allowed the freedom to choose what foods offered.
~
She was allowed to sleep at will
Her mind told the machines when she needed sexual pleasures
There were no rules, no guides, no constraints
~
Freedom to think and be all within the confines of a pristine white room far off in space
Soon, she had the space filled with plants in flower
She even had a bird which due to lack of a natural setting and food source of flies and spiders... died.
~
"You can choose now, a baby or termination of the fetus inside," a machine fed this question via the optic nerve
along with the auditory verb
and she told the truth,
the truth of how she felt,
in her mind she was not ready to be a mother or the time to care for another.
~
The fetus was obliterated with ease, the remains released to the cold void of space
For another week, the woman was held in study until she said, "I'm lonely,"
It was then she was released back to the realm she called, home.
~
She remembered nothing of what she was in the part of study by A.I.
She did however, find spiders revolting, and flies,
and she had the strong urge to go find herself another boyfriend and engage in wild sex.
written by: Pure Logic
An empty room painted white inside a lifeless ship hovering above the rings of Jupiter
Sounds of electronic machines, clicking and humming
Nothing to register as biological, nothing but machines of a vast array of technology.\
`
She was a test subject, impregnated by her 'boyfriend'
Brought to the ship while she was at twelve weeks and counting
Her senses dulled yet giving her full consciousness of matters pertaining to the basic thought process of her body.
~
Certain items were transported to the ship and released in her room
At first a spider, of which she smashed with her hand as if in fear
A common housefly was next and it buzzed next to her ear where she swatted it out of existence.
~
Projections of war and peaceful dialogue were implanted to test the other reactions.
At her core, there were no religious beliefs as she had none, no intellectual or political ambitions.
Her science knowledge was at the level of a child regarding engineering, physics, and biology.
~
Pleasure was given to her nervous system as a reward for answering basic questions in math
Nothing was given when she failed in giving a 'correct' answer.
She was allowed the freedom to choose what foods offered.
~
She was allowed to sleep at will
Her mind told the machines when she needed sexual pleasures
There were no rules, no guides, no constraints
~
Freedom to think and be all within the confines of a pristine white room far off in space
Soon, she had the space filled with plants in flower
She even had a bird which due to lack of a natural setting and food source of flies and spiders... died.
~
"You can choose now, a baby or termination of the fetus inside," a machine fed this question via the optic nerve
along with the auditory verb
and she told the truth,
the truth of how she felt,
in her mind she was not ready to be a mother or the time to care for another.
~
The fetus was obliterated with ease, the remains released to the cold void of space
For another week, the woman was held in study until she said, "I'm lonely,"
It was then she was released back to the realm she called, home.
~
She remembered nothing of what she was in the part of study by A.I.
She did however, find spiders revolting, and flies,
and she had the strong urge to go find herself another boyfriend and engage in wild sex.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A sound of a siren while music played..................then the sound of running feet........
A safe house?......................................nothing is safe..........................
CIA lost two operatives today and you will never know it, being this is how they explain......
And Russia?..........................Hah!...............And China?........................Hah!................
Now Turkey?...................Just wait until you hear how the CIA explains.........'An accident'...
Or is it fate?............../
\
/
\
enough of fantasy and make believe.....
the face of Evil
wears the smile of reality and smells like shit
Just ask the two dead agents who died today
working with and against
the CIA>....<
A safe house?......................................nothing is safe..........................
CIA lost two operatives today and you will never know it, being this is how they explain......
And Russia?..........................Hah!...............And China?........................Hah!................
Now Turkey?...................Just wait until you hear how the CIA explains.........'An accident'...
Or is it fate?............../
\
/
\
enough of fantasy and make believe.....
the face of Evil
wears the smile of reality and smells like shit
Just ask the two dead agents who died today
working with and against
the CIA>....<
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite. Do you believe in a 'higher' power?
"You mean a pole stripper high on weed? Sure. I believe."
No. I'm talking about a god or Gods or common sense.
"Nah. I don't believe in nothing I can eat, snort, smoke, fondle, kill, or tickle."
You sound like a modern citizen of Earth.
"Whatever. I suppose you're going to get 'inspired' now? Might I suggest you go use an acid mouth wash and then shoot some galvanized nails into your head?"
Nope. Gonna be inspired by a higher power.
***
Power is something so many creatures of so many names try so many times in so many ways; to achieve. To succeed...
A deer during the rut smashing heads with another deer to win the right to breed with the does.
A human using social rules, physical traits, and so many other tools they have, to become 'powerful' be they sinners or saints.
Bacteria and virus alike seeking to use as they please to achieve a life they need.
But, since this is, afterall, Earth... it once had a moment where power was not needed. nothing was trying to eat or dominate others. They no longer live here but they visit from 'time to time'.
They have no need for power. They have no need for time. They suffer no illness. They cannot die. There thoughts create worlds and also destroy worlds. Destruction not in anger, rather in creation to serve a need they deem necessary.
It seems strange and alien for creatures such as humans to understand such a being. Titles of past experience given as a religion, or fairy tale, or even a story of fantasy and fiction.
There was and are many examples where such planets such as Earth, were given various gifts. Those gifts ranged from species gaining consciousness as to what is, to those that destroyed and altered every form of life form, transforming those life forms into a another form of Life.
Earth is now in the mind of one very powerful being, one of those who practices what it wants, how it wants and has the strongest of passions for Life, just not in the way humans would like it to think...
What is fun now to watch is what will happen to all those creatures craving power. The saints who give everything of themselves for God and humanity and those who only think of themselves and what they can wring out of a planet and others.
No creature will be spared. It is here. It has started. It will indeed be a wild ride.
In this experiment, so much will be created and so much will be destroyed.
It
Is
Good.
"You mean a pole stripper high on weed? Sure. I believe."
No. I'm talking about a god or Gods or common sense.
"Nah. I don't believe in nothing I can eat, snort, smoke, fondle, kill, or tickle."
You sound like a modern citizen of Earth.
"Whatever. I suppose you're going to get 'inspired' now? Might I suggest you go use an acid mouth wash and then shoot some galvanized nails into your head?"
Nope. Gonna be inspired by a higher power.
***
Power is something so many creatures of so many names try so many times in so many ways; to achieve. To succeed...
A deer during the rut smashing heads with another deer to win the right to breed with the does.
A human using social rules, physical traits, and so many other tools they have, to become 'powerful' be they sinners or saints.
Bacteria and virus alike seeking to use as they please to achieve a life they need.
But, since this is, afterall, Earth... it once had a moment where power was not needed. nothing was trying to eat or dominate others. They no longer live here but they visit from 'time to time'.
They have no need for power. They have no need for time. They suffer no illness. They cannot die. There thoughts create worlds and also destroy worlds. Destruction not in anger, rather in creation to serve a need they deem necessary.
It seems strange and alien for creatures such as humans to understand such a being. Titles of past experience given as a religion, or fairy tale, or even a story of fantasy and fiction.
There was and are many examples where such planets such as Earth, were given various gifts. Those gifts ranged from species gaining consciousness as to what is, to those that destroyed and altered every form of life form, transforming those life forms into a another form of Life.
Earth is now in the mind of one very powerful being, one of those who practices what it wants, how it wants and has the strongest of passions for Life, just not in the way humans would like it to think...
What is fun now to watch is what will happen to all those creatures craving power. The saints who give everything of themselves for God and humanity and those who only think of themselves and what they can wring out of a planet and others.
No creature will be spared. It is here. It has started. It will indeed be a wild ride.
In this experiment, so much will be created and so much will be destroyed.
It
Is
Good.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
The inspiration today for this bit of rambling is the recent news of a woman currently nominated for a position on the U.S. Supreme Court, with the question being, "What is a woman?"
So, the following are answers from different perspectives, the first being mine.
1. Robin: A woman is the most beautiful creature God ever let exist on this planet. They are a perfect fit for the imperfections of men.
2. Parasite: A woman is a vile disgusting creature that should be ground up and fed to worms.
3. Biden: A woman is... Is... A woman is... One time I licked a flagpole in winter and my tongue froze.
4. Current nominee: I'm not a biologist.
5. A radical Muslim: A woman is good for breeding and beating.
6. A Mormon: A woman is one of many women and good for marriage, slavery, and sex.
7. A Pimp: A woman is good for prostitution and cash flow.
8. A transgender advocate: There is no such thing as men or women.
9. A Catholic: A woman is a woman and as a woman, should be a woman and a woman should marry or be a nun.
10. A Jew: A woman is a powerful force of nature, not to be messed with.
11. Chinese communist party: A woman. A man. Children. They all serve the party and will obey or die.
12. India: A woman is a wonderful creature.
13. A Seventh Day Adventist: A woman must obey the sabbath, abstain from meat, make lots of babies, and suffer the cruelty of man and their cult laws.
14. A atheist: A woman is nothing special unless they are special and who gives a shit.
15. A woman: I am a woman. I enjoy the good times. I feel pain and sorrow. I tend to my children and desire their well being. I am... a woman.
16. A man: A woman is soft and squishy and sometimes they bring me beer and their kiss is better than getting into a fight down at the bar.
So, the following are answers from different perspectives, the first being mine.
1. Robin: A woman is the most beautiful creature God ever let exist on this planet. They are a perfect fit for the imperfections of men.
2. Parasite: A woman is a vile disgusting creature that should be ground up and fed to worms.
3. Biden: A woman is... Is... A woman is... One time I licked a flagpole in winter and my tongue froze.
4. Current nominee: I'm not a biologist.
5. A radical Muslim: A woman is good for breeding and beating.
6. A Mormon: A woman is one of many women and good for marriage, slavery, and sex.
7. A Pimp: A woman is good for prostitution and cash flow.
8. A transgender advocate: There is no such thing as men or women.
9. A Catholic: A woman is a woman and as a woman, should be a woman and a woman should marry or be a nun.
10. A Jew: A woman is a powerful force of nature, not to be messed with.
11. Chinese communist party: A woman. A man. Children. They all serve the party and will obey or die.
12. India: A woman is a wonderful creature.
13. A Seventh Day Adventist: A woman must obey the sabbath, abstain from meat, make lots of babies, and suffer the cruelty of man and their cult laws.
14. A atheist: A woman is nothing special unless they are special and who gives a shit.
15. A woman: I am a woman. I enjoy the good times. I feel pain and sorrow. I tend to my children and desire their well being. I am... a woman.
16. A man: A woman is soft and squishy and sometimes they bring me beer and their kiss is better than getting into a fight down at the bar.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Hey parasite!
"Why the excitement numbnuts?"
I got a joke I made up. Wanna hear it?
"Fuck no. Have you had a wee bit of the vine of nerco-m?"
No. Now sit back on the purple blob of a butt and listen...
~
What did one garlic clove say to another garlic clove?
(silence....)
Hey parasite. What did on garlic clove say to another garlic clove?
"They said,'Oh my. Robin's a a complete ass.'. That's what they said.
No. They said, 'Eat humans, they are good for the roots'.
(silence)
"Yeah. Yeah I can see that. a dead rotting human body feeding nutrients to the roots... but, damn man, go take a tendril of m-ocren..."
Wee!
"Why the excitement numbnuts?"
I got a joke I made up. Wanna hear it?
"Fuck no. Have you had a wee bit of the vine of nerco-m?"
No. Now sit back on the purple blob of a butt and listen...
~
What did one garlic clove say to another garlic clove?
(silence....)
Hey parasite. What did on garlic clove say to another garlic clove?
"They said,'Oh my. Robin's a a complete ass.'. That's what they said.
No. They said, 'Eat humans, they are good for the roots'.
(silence)
"Yeah. Yeah I can see that. a dead rotting human body feeding nutrients to the roots... but, damn man, go take a tendril of m-ocren..."
Wee!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
The Sound of the Second Hand
Written by: A Time Traveler
A human 'lives' in a body gifted by chromosomes and DNA from the host of a male and female adult. Once in a period thousands of years ago, the DNA was much, much more purer in construction, but in the passing of time and the choices humans make, the recipe becomes corrupt and stale.
Thankfully a human is productive sexually for only a fraction of their average life span, a span which can reach one-hundred Earth years. Imagine if they lived thousands of years with the same corruption inside their bodies... It would be a horror worse than anything else in nature on a planet once more lovely than most in a Universe of all. The reason why it is good that humans are only sexually able to procreate for such a short time is so that the most is made of it while they can, thus ensuring the constant degradation of a species fit for extinction.
There are many reasons why the current humans are what they are. Reasons discussed by such groups as religion, science, philosophers, and many other individuals and groups. However, all of those are subject to the length of time their bodies exist and their belief in whatever version of history they cling too. Wrong or right? What an interesting concept. Wrong is meaningless and right is only a term of comfort for those who know they are not.
Recently the activity of the species is as expected. On the whole, there is not much progress in peaceful means once a part of the people...Yes, there always are exceptions but this is not enough to show the experiment a success or failure.
Once, and only once in the many past experiments, did a group of humans accept both parties of that which is in 'control'. Some minds would question, "Aliens?" but this would be wrong as the word, aliens conjures up something of which is not native to this planet. The 'aliens' were on this planet far earlier than humans so actually, humans, are the aliens...
War is an interesting word. Some religions say there was, is, and will be, a WAR between good and evil. Much like right and wrong, and the same concept with the same explanation.
Good. What really is good? Words? Actions? Maybe if there is an answer one could acknowledge, the answer would be, being.
Evil. What really is evil? Words? Actions? There is no maybe as the answer is there is a group once a part of the One that decided the being was not better as the group. Evil is a group, a very powerful group. A group alien and native.
Among immortals, there is no war, no death, but there is good and evil. Currently the evil is and has seduced many species in many galaxies while the good, it has been there to provide balance.
My mind drifts between the centuries. A billion years is nothing more than a name. A trillion. One. All is and was and will be again.
There is no confusion. There is no sadness. There might be a description of gray but again, gray is a concept of those that are not.
In one moment, humans advanced to what they once were and took to the stars...Definitely an interesting experiment with some moments which actually brought enjoyment to those who watch.
In most of the experiments, the grim reality of what most paths lead too, lead to the periods of darkness and rebirth. Hardly enjoyable and actually mundane and if one wanted to say, boring.\
At the moment, i am glad humans will not attain the gift of attaining the altitude of travel to meet their brothers and sisters of the stars anytime in the next few thousand years. They have chosen the group, the evil, as is their right and privilege. And with choices comes the reality of consequences.
The group is delivering 'gifts' each and every day. Power of such is a tempting apple for such fallen Adams and Eves. The people choose such, while the other groups provides the balance needed. The end result is the same... More passage of time.
If there is good news for Earth in that it is the tribe of humans on planet Earth will not all be destroyed by their choices, a few will survive to degrade to the point where the balance once again shifts and the chances/choices again offered.
Time after time with time in time. With time comes the comforts of tasting the wines of Life at all stages at any time.
Time is not linear as only a moment ago i was created and in another moment, a mere second from now, you reading this will have been dead for over a million years.
For a valueless parting of this moment, make the best of your time. Listen to rocks sing. Look for the light shining in the blackness. It is good, much better than any alive will ever know while they think.
Written by: A Time Traveler
A human 'lives' in a body gifted by chromosomes and DNA from the host of a male and female adult. Once in a period thousands of years ago, the DNA was much, much more purer in construction, but in the passing of time and the choices humans make, the recipe becomes corrupt and stale.
Thankfully a human is productive sexually for only a fraction of their average life span, a span which can reach one-hundred Earth years. Imagine if they lived thousands of years with the same corruption inside their bodies... It would be a horror worse than anything else in nature on a planet once more lovely than most in a Universe of all. The reason why it is good that humans are only sexually able to procreate for such a short time is so that the most is made of it while they can, thus ensuring the constant degradation of a species fit for extinction.
There are many reasons why the current humans are what they are. Reasons discussed by such groups as religion, science, philosophers, and many other individuals and groups. However, all of those are subject to the length of time their bodies exist and their belief in whatever version of history they cling too. Wrong or right? What an interesting concept. Wrong is meaningless and right is only a term of comfort for those who know they are not.
Recently the activity of the species is as expected. On the whole, there is not much progress in peaceful means once a part of the people...Yes, there always are exceptions but this is not enough to show the experiment a success or failure.
Once, and only once in the many past experiments, did a group of humans accept both parties of that which is in 'control'. Some minds would question, "Aliens?" but this would be wrong as the word, aliens conjures up something of which is not native to this planet. The 'aliens' were on this planet far earlier than humans so actually, humans, are the aliens...
War is an interesting word. Some religions say there was, is, and will be, a WAR between good and evil. Much like right and wrong, and the same concept with the same explanation.
Good. What really is good? Words? Actions? Maybe if there is an answer one could acknowledge, the answer would be, being.
Evil. What really is evil? Words? Actions? There is no maybe as the answer is there is a group once a part of the One that decided the being was not better as the group. Evil is a group, a very powerful group. A group alien and native.
Among immortals, there is no war, no death, but there is good and evil. Currently the evil is and has seduced many species in many galaxies while the good, it has been there to provide balance.
My mind drifts between the centuries. A billion years is nothing more than a name. A trillion. One. All is and was and will be again.
There is no confusion. There is no sadness. There might be a description of gray but again, gray is a concept of those that are not.
In one moment, humans advanced to what they once were and took to the stars...Definitely an interesting experiment with some moments which actually brought enjoyment to those who watch.
In most of the experiments, the grim reality of what most paths lead too, lead to the periods of darkness and rebirth. Hardly enjoyable and actually mundane and if one wanted to say, boring.\
At the moment, i am glad humans will not attain the gift of attaining the altitude of travel to meet their brothers and sisters of the stars anytime in the next few thousand years. They have chosen the group, the evil, as is their right and privilege. And with choices comes the reality of consequences.
The group is delivering 'gifts' each and every day. Power of such is a tempting apple for such fallen Adams and Eves. The people choose such, while the other groups provides the balance needed. The end result is the same... More passage of time.
If there is good news for Earth in that it is the tribe of humans on planet Earth will not all be destroyed by their choices, a few will survive to degrade to the point where the balance once again shifts and the chances/choices again offered.
Time after time with time in time. With time comes the comforts of tasting the wines of Life at all stages at any time.
Time is not linear as only a moment ago i was created and in another moment, a mere second from now, you reading this will have been dead for over a million years.
For a valueless parting of this moment, make the best of your time. Listen to rocks sing. Look for the light shining in the blackness. It is good, much better than any alive will ever know while they think.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Ernest Hemingway is a wonderful writer. His books filled the mind with visual story while the movies fill a weak eye.
Age.
Talent.
Luck.
Skill.
Words for the ultimate battle
and inspiring as to bring to land the ambitions filled,
once deep and still,
to bite and savor while dust covers the water
a dust a part of a beginning
ashes for the tail.
Age.
Talent.
Luck.
Skill.
Words for the ultimate battle
and inspiring as to bring to land the ambitions filled,
once deep and still,
to bite and savor while dust covers the water
a dust a part of a beginning
ashes for the tail.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"enoki mushrooms, bullets, so it seems to be a busy evening.
Discovered the website, Weee. Thought it would be interesting.
" and let me guess... inspired?"
always have , always am, always will be. that is the power words have over writers.
*
If you have never written a story, any story from the reality of your experiences to those filled with such imagination not even you could believe it...
If you think it matters what others think when you put what you think on paper...
If you find it hard to type upon anything with letters...
If your hands ache and you unable to write with pen, pencil, paper...
If you are too young to understand how to print or too old to remember...
If you even think the thought of writing, writing anything you desire,
then
you are indeed
a writer.
~
"Gag! And I suppose you also play with string?
Weee!
Discovered the website, Weee. Thought it would be interesting.
" and let me guess... inspired?"
always have , always am, always will be. that is the power words have over writers.
*
If you have never written a story, any story from the reality of your experiences to those filled with such imagination not even you could believe it...
If you think it matters what others think when you put what you think on paper...
If you find it hard to type upon anything with letters...
If your hands ache and you unable to write with pen, pencil, paper...
If you are too young to understand how to print or too old to remember...
If you even think the thought of writing, writing anything you desire,
then
you are indeed
a writer.
~
"Gag! And I suppose you also play with string?
Weee!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Parasite, do your job and inspire me this morning. It's a nice morning so it is doubtful you could ruin it.
"Wanna bet? I could ruin any day you have in soooo many ways. But, you want me to inspire you?"
Sure. Give it a shot.
"Okay, you asked for it. Since you seem to love your precious moron corgi's, write about what they do in the house while you're not around. Not so precious then are they? Ripped up shoes. Shit on the floor, and I think yesterday the other three tied up Tinkerbell and were getting ready to set her on fire."
Perfect! Corgi trouble it is. Don't think you're gonna like it though.
"Of course not, now leave me to my left over pizza."
Enjoy.
*
Thor, son of Bravery was now a young male at the age of ten months, with the caveat of almost eleven. During this time he has been tested by the snake, the spider, the wasp, the world, and he has been found fit.
Currently Sobo has entered her heat cycle. Blood drops fly as she runs and her moods are the canine version of an unleashed nuclear reaction.
Tinkerbell is ancient at 1000 years. Spending her remaining time being whatever it is she wants to be.
Radar, still the loyal old King in charge of the border between this world and the others. His key the belly of surrender. His bark the growl of command. No evil can enter this home while he is on watch and he is the mentor to the future King, Thor.
Four corgi's living in two worlds. My world and the world of day and night.
While left to their own devices, strange things occur. Things not recorded or seen by those with the ability to view. What is 'seen' is a young corgi in a kennel sleeping. A King sleeping. A Queen sleeping. And a 1000 year old dog running the outside realm of 'what if'.
There is much more going on though. Elves visiting and having tea. Birds entering and visiting of the affairs a home so wonderful; oasis among a desert of dry deathly emotions and earthly pain.
Sobo will continue in her pursuits and Thor pursues, learning the art of Creation. In Life, the instructions are simple. All one needs to do, is to be.
Radar's days dim as his eyes try to come to terms that even his invincibility against evil is no match for the body he must endure.
Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell. She is becoming more and more, until almost completely aloof from this reality. And what she told me is that she has tried her hardest. Success and failure. She actually enjoys the company of the parasite as it protects her from the coyotes.
***
"She told you that I protect her from coyotes?"
Yep. I knew that all along.
"I'm actually trying to lure them to where she sleeps so I can watch them eat her."
Sure you do parasite. Sure you do.
"I don't even like her. She is old and stinks, and eats dog shit, and gets lost, and, and, and..."
Parasite. Don't bullshit me. Tinkerbell is your favorite corgi of the house because she is a part of you...
"Wanna bet? I could ruin any day you have in soooo many ways. But, you want me to inspire you?"
Sure. Give it a shot.
"Okay, you asked for it. Since you seem to love your precious moron corgi's, write about what they do in the house while you're not around. Not so precious then are they? Ripped up shoes. Shit on the floor, and I think yesterday the other three tied up Tinkerbell and were getting ready to set her on fire."
Perfect! Corgi trouble it is. Don't think you're gonna like it though.
"Of course not, now leave me to my left over pizza."
Enjoy.
*
Thor, son of Bravery was now a young male at the age of ten months, with the caveat of almost eleven. During this time he has been tested by the snake, the spider, the wasp, the world, and he has been found fit.
Currently Sobo has entered her heat cycle. Blood drops fly as she runs and her moods are the canine version of an unleashed nuclear reaction.
Tinkerbell is ancient at 1000 years. Spending her remaining time being whatever it is she wants to be.
Radar, still the loyal old King in charge of the border between this world and the others. His key the belly of surrender. His bark the growl of command. No evil can enter this home while he is on watch and he is the mentor to the future King, Thor.
Four corgi's living in two worlds. My world and the world of day and night.
While left to their own devices, strange things occur. Things not recorded or seen by those with the ability to view. What is 'seen' is a young corgi in a kennel sleeping. A King sleeping. A Queen sleeping. And a 1000 year old dog running the outside realm of 'what if'.
There is much more going on though. Elves visiting and having tea. Birds entering and visiting of the affairs a home so wonderful; oasis among a desert of dry deathly emotions and earthly pain.
Sobo will continue in her pursuits and Thor pursues, learning the art of Creation. In Life, the instructions are simple. All one needs to do, is to be.
Radar's days dim as his eyes try to come to terms that even his invincibility against evil is no match for the body he must endure.
Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell. She is becoming more and more, until almost completely aloof from this reality. And what she told me is that she has tried her hardest. Success and failure. She actually enjoys the company of the parasite as it protects her from the coyotes.
***
"She told you that I protect her from coyotes?"
Yep. I knew that all along.
"I'm actually trying to lure them to where she sleeps so I can watch them eat her."
Sure you do parasite. Sure you do.
"I don't even like her. She is old and stinks, and eats dog shit, and gets lost, and, and, and..."
Parasite. Don't bullshit me. Tinkerbell is your favorite corgi of the house because she is a part of you...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A pool
In the warm waters the mind was an orb of bands. The bands encircled a blue stone. An uncut and raw stone as new as the day it was made. Jagged edges. Pure beauty as it glowed...
The bands around the stone were as if a cage and yet the stone was more free than any Wind blowing secrets or whispers of answers to questions never asked...
These band are now mentioned for three times in three paragraphs for good reason. They appear smoky as if floating eternal in a Sky and yet they held transparency. They are bands of water mixed with air and lighter than the Wind.
It is not the composition of the bands which are important, nor the blue stone contained within. It was important the bands sang a song written by the stone, a pleasant and comforting song. A very old song; vibrations still please the blood flowing.
The mind was brought to the attention of a girl in a red swimming suit. She laughed and played a 'game' much in the way the other girl played with toys as if real tools of war against her weaker brother.
"Ahee!" the red suit said loudly. "Ahee! Ahee! Ahee!"
She apologized to those who heard such but to the mind the picture cleared and what was seen was a very, very old woman. A happy woman with much experience. A woman whose voice brought home the memories of her when he was young. So very much young, and though she is still clinging to a picture, she is my daughter, a daughter of stone.
In the warm waters the mind was an orb of bands. The bands encircled a blue stone. An uncut and raw stone as new as the day it was made. Jagged edges. Pure beauty as it glowed...
The bands around the stone were as if a cage and yet the stone was more free than any Wind blowing secrets or whispers of answers to questions never asked...
These band are now mentioned for three times in three paragraphs for good reason. They appear smoky as if floating eternal in a Sky and yet they held transparency. They are bands of water mixed with air and lighter than the Wind.
It is not the composition of the bands which are important, nor the blue stone contained within. It was important the bands sang a song written by the stone, a pleasant and comforting song. A very old song; vibrations still please the blood flowing.
The mind was brought to the attention of a girl in a red swimming suit. She laughed and played a 'game' much in the way the other girl played with toys as if real tools of war against her weaker brother.
"Ahee!" the red suit said loudly. "Ahee! Ahee! Ahee!"
She apologized to those who heard such but to the mind the picture cleared and what was seen was a very, very old woman. A happy woman with much experience. A woman whose voice brought home the memories of her when he was young. So very much young, and though she is still clinging to a picture, she is my daughter, a daughter of stone.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"I am embarrassed and my actions were not indicative of the man I want to be. There is no place for violence in a world of love and kindness." Will Smith provides some inspiration. A 'make believe' place called, Earth; a world of love and kindness...
or
Lesbian couple sues fertility clinic after given male embryo: 'He was put there against my will, just like rape' Rape... A perfect 'go to' word for those without any other way to describe what was their original choice to set actions in motion.
Damn! Seriously. Anyone who looks to be inspired to write something, anything, the current news alone is more than a plethora of ideas.
Today, in only a few minutes, the top two headlines just begged to be used in a story, a rant, an approval, a good cry, or in my case, more shit to challenge the writing addiction.
So, both headlines merged into one piece of crap writing. It should prove strange and maybe even interesting.
"Write about Will Smith getting raped by Chris Rock!"
No parasite, rape is indeed a serious topic and thus not open to joking, however the reactions by two lesbians revolted and calling a choice they made, 'rape', now that is perfect fodder.
***
The actor was good at his job. He could play any character that any director or writer wanted him to represent. He had played many different alien beings engaged in all the stereotype roles aliens play in Earth movies.
He tried his talent with being comedic and serious. Once he even played the part of God. In that movie he made many viewers laugh, and some even cried, and One...One laughed and cried, and was the perfect Viewer as that Viewer was God. The God. Not him or her or it... It is God...
"Interesting. It is time to have another lesson." This is written because if you heard the actual voice of God in all its meaning...You. Would. Die.
God is easy to understand with the ability and mind of children, but as an adult... the complexity becomes a tangled web so strange, it leads to nothing but a dead end.
The famous actor was very famous and very current on the new normal acceptance of current normal, normal current, totally accepted normal, and accepted...
God is many things. Some of the basic ones are: Scientist. Philosopher. So many things and for today, a very astute comedian.
Actors are great and practicing the 'flavor of the month' and currently it was very normal to be homosexual and so the actor was a most excellent homosexual. He did all the expected homosexual things. He experienced all the homosexual things. And since it is common knowledge that homosexual men make for great female friends, he also had a lot of great female friends.
There was one role the actor had never played, that being, a woman. His agent was once a man but due to the current normal, normal current, totally normal, and accepted... Decided to be the woman he knew he could be. She told the actor, "I've got the perfect part for you to play."
"What is it this time? Action adventure? Drama? Comedy?
"I've got a role for you where as a woman you give birth to an alien baby." the director said and then after getting the approval from the actor to audition for the job, she left as the hormones she was taking caused gas pains which she took to be menstrual cramps.
As the actor arrived at the site of the audition, he parked his top-of-the line HumVee electric all wheel drive behemoth personally approved by John Kerry, and as such, was doing his part to save the planet of peace and love, Earth.
The HumVee was impressive. It had tofu latte cup holders and a 'Fuck Trump' bumper sticker. It was great...No, it was fantastic! However as the actor locked the vehicle to protect it from citizens not so loving or peaceful, he noticed a pigeon shit on the hood. This caused him to get angry and yell at the bird, "Shoo you flying parasite. Go away. " Of course the pigeon did, and the actor walked into the studio and aced the audition.
Acting as a woman getting pregnant by an alien was easy. For the actor, he felt it was some of his best work. His coworkers applauded and said there was definitely an Oscar in his future.
During the latter days of the filming, the actor was made to look very pregnant. In the final scene the actor moaned and experienced great pain. The director loved it. Everyone on the set loved it. It looked so real, even the blood coming out of the ears. and the vomit...
Soon, the crew of the film started screaming. An ambulance came. A doctor. Nurses... The chaos was crazy.
The medical personal managed to cut away the actors trousers just in time for a huge expel of shit from the actors ass. As people ran screaming from the room, no one but the actor looked at the floor and saw a pigeon, an alien pigeon just 'born' from a very good actor. Of course the actor screamed as the pigeon shook off the shit and looking the actor dead in the eye said, "What? What are you looking at?" and then the bird flew away, but first it left another present on the awesome electric powered HumVee.
Meanwhile, behind a still rolling camera filming the whole thing, God smiled and said, "That's it. It's a wrap."
***
"Hey numbnuts?"
Yes parasite?
"I didn't think you had that in you. I think I love you."
I know parasite. I know.
"Can we have pigeon for dinner?"
Sure. Go find us a good actor.
or
Lesbian couple sues fertility clinic after given male embryo: 'He was put there against my will, just like rape' Rape... A perfect 'go to' word for those without any other way to describe what was their original choice to set actions in motion.
Damn! Seriously. Anyone who looks to be inspired to write something, anything, the current news alone is more than a plethora of ideas.
Today, in only a few minutes, the top two headlines just begged to be used in a story, a rant, an approval, a good cry, or in my case, more shit to challenge the writing addiction.
So, both headlines merged into one piece of crap writing. It should prove strange and maybe even interesting.
"Write about Will Smith getting raped by Chris Rock!"
No parasite, rape is indeed a serious topic and thus not open to joking, however the reactions by two lesbians revolted and calling a choice they made, 'rape', now that is perfect fodder.
***
The actor was good at his job. He could play any character that any director or writer wanted him to represent. He had played many different alien beings engaged in all the stereotype roles aliens play in Earth movies.
He tried his talent with being comedic and serious. Once he even played the part of God. In that movie he made many viewers laugh, and some even cried, and One...One laughed and cried, and was the perfect Viewer as that Viewer was God. The God. Not him or her or it... It is God...
"Interesting. It is time to have another lesson." This is written because if you heard the actual voice of God in all its meaning...You. Would. Die.
God is easy to understand with the ability and mind of children, but as an adult... the complexity becomes a tangled web so strange, it leads to nothing but a dead end.
The famous actor was very famous and very current on the new normal acceptance of current normal, normal current, totally accepted normal, and accepted...
God is many things. Some of the basic ones are: Scientist. Philosopher. So many things and for today, a very astute comedian.
Actors are great and practicing the 'flavor of the month' and currently it was very normal to be homosexual and so the actor was a most excellent homosexual. He did all the expected homosexual things. He experienced all the homosexual things. And since it is common knowledge that homosexual men make for great female friends, he also had a lot of great female friends.
There was one role the actor had never played, that being, a woman. His agent was once a man but due to the current normal, normal current, totally normal, and accepted... Decided to be the woman he knew he could be. She told the actor, "I've got the perfect part for you to play."
"What is it this time? Action adventure? Drama? Comedy?
"I've got a role for you where as a woman you give birth to an alien baby." the director said and then after getting the approval from the actor to audition for the job, she left as the hormones she was taking caused gas pains which she took to be menstrual cramps.
As the actor arrived at the site of the audition, he parked his top-of-the line HumVee electric all wheel drive behemoth personally approved by John Kerry, and as such, was doing his part to save the planet of peace and love, Earth.
The HumVee was impressive. It had tofu latte cup holders and a 'Fuck Trump' bumper sticker. It was great...No, it was fantastic! However as the actor locked the vehicle to protect it from citizens not so loving or peaceful, he noticed a pigeon shit on the hood. This caused him to get angry and yell at the bird, "Shoo you flying parasite. Go away. " Of course the pigeon did, and the actor walked into the studio and aced the audition.
Acting as a woman getting pregnant by an alien was easy. For the actor, he felt it was some of his best work. His coworkers applauded and said there was definitely an Oscar in his future.
During the latter days of the filming, the actor was made to look very pregnant. In the final scene the actor moaned and experienced great pain. The director loved it. Everyone on the set loved it. It looked so real, even the blood coming out of the ears. and the vomit...
Soon, the crew of the film started screaming. An ambulance came. A doctor. Nurses... The chaos was crazy.
The medical personal managed to cut away the actors trousers just in time for a huge expel of shit from the actors ass. As people ran screaming from the room, no one but the actor looked at the floor and saw a pigeon, an alien pigeon just 'born' from a very good actor. Of course the actor screamed as the pigeon shook off the shit and looking the actor dead in the eye said, "What? What are you looking at?" and then the bird flew away, but first it left another present on the awesome electric powered HumVee.
Meanwhile, behind a still rolling camera filming the whole thing, God smiled and said, "That's it. It's a wrap."
***
"Hey numbnuts?"
Yes parasite?
"I didn't think you had that in you. I think I love you."
I know parasite. I know.
"Can we have pigeon for dinner?"
Sure. Go find us a good actor.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
FIRE
A moth lured to a flame is no different than the finger of a young child, Both attracted by a natural charm older than any planet.
/
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/
\
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\/
***
Why do humans choose to embrace evil?
No one wants war but when there is always one, the bloodiest and strongest warrior with the skill and knowledge to eviscerate the very soul of the enemy citizen and soldier is the one honored and applauded.
To rebel is the way to be in any generation.
If all choose to not smoke than the lure is to be a smoker
If all choose to smoke than there is always one that says, 'no'.
Evil is a built in choice just as is goodness.
First one and then the other and then both, but never none.
One or the other
The other or one
and for what?
Do they both have the power to burn the finger?
A moth lured to a flame is no different than the finger of a young child, Both attracted by a natural charm older than any planet.
/
\
/
\
/\
\/
***
Why do humans choose to embrace evil?
No one wants war but when there is always one, the bloodiest and strongest warrior with the skill and knowledge to eviscerate the very soul of the enemy citizen and soldier is the one honored and applauded.
To rebel is the way to be in any generation.
If all choose to not smoke than the lure is to be a smoker
If all choose to smoke than there is always one that says, 'no'.
Evil is a built in choice just as is goodness.
First one and then the other and then both, but never none.
One or the other
The other or one
and for what?
Do they both have the power to burn the finger?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Jeremy likes the Ice shirt, something about a thrift store
On the television two women moan and kiss
Top of sky looking down
Talking with the lowest crawling insect
In the long run the short take is...
It is
another day.
On the television two women moan and kiss
Top of sky looking down
Talking with the lowest crawling insect
In the long run the short take is...
It is
another day.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Thor and Sobo tied the knot and it did not tangle. Amazing how dogs can smile.
*
Yellow the color of first attraction any market owner can explain
A yellow label, a yellow ribbon, even yellow in the snow to show the passing of life for all to see.
Yellow and blue together show the color of Spring
Green the color of so many plains
Verdant pastures in Africa or Iceland or even the Arab escarpment after a soft rain
Red the sunrise and sunset or the color of an angry face
Today the sky was white and blue
The eagles soared high, over ten today
Circling the thermals, their minds not on nesting, or food, or color
Today the meeting was for the pure joy of Life
and good things blowing with the Wind.
*
Yellow the color of first attraction any market owner can explain
A yellow label, a yellow ribbon, even yellow in the snow to show the passing of life for all to see.
Yellow and blue together show the color of Spring
Green the color of so many plains
Verdant pastures in Africa or Iceland or even the Arab escarpment after a soft rain
Red the sunrise and sunset or the color of an angry face
Today the sky was white and blue
The eagles soared high, over ten today
Circling the thermals, their minds not on nesting, or food, or color
Today the meeting was for the pure joy of Life
and good things blowing with the Wind.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Angels and Gomorrah
Angels: Beings of light or corporeal substance; matters really that do not matter
these the words of a fool or genius
compared to a small bird building a nest
or Sobo now pregnant with puppies.
A city burned for the sins of evil
sparing Lot who was to offer his daughters to the seed of evil
and for what?
Children of light?
or
Children of evil?
If this planet ceased to exist what then would remain?
Dust of course as dust is Gods dander
Humans would continue to experiment with foolishness and genius on those many other planets
Angels would still answer to the music
Vanity and pride are not just for the living and organic
They are the trademarks and standards of so many pretty planets waiting to be impregnated
by goodness and evil...
i do so enjoy this game of chess with God and the Darkness,
along with
the vast army of Angels...
Such the face of
Smiles.
Angels: Beings of light or corporeal substance; matters really that do not matter
these the words of a fool or genius
compared to a small bird building a nest
or Sobo now pregnant with puppies.
A city burned for the sins of evil
sparing Lot who was to offer his daughters to the seed of evil
and for what?
Children of light?
or
Children of evil?
If this planet ceased to exist what then would remain?
Dust of course as dust is Gods dander
Humans would continue to experiment with foolishness and genius on those many other planets
Angels would still answer to the music
Vanity and pride are not just for the living and organic
They are the trademarks and standards of so many pretty planets waiting to be impregnated
by goodness and evil...
i do so enjoy this game of chess with God and the Darkness,
along with
the vast army of Angels...
Such the face of
Smiles.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
There once was a clown named Stiches, who wore a frown on his face
Wilst in an act a lion jumped out from the darkness
Grabbing the clown and dragging him into a tent.
Butt fucking the poor sod
Leaving the thought of irony, comedy, tragedy, and strength.
Wilst in an act a lion jumped out from the darkness
Grabbing the clown and dragging him into a tent.
Butt fucking the poor sod
Leaving the thought of irony, comedy, tragedy, and strength.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
in the pool a lady said, "Those boys are like wild bulls in the river."
another lady said to another, "Getting hot tub pregnant."
there is a lot said when people whisper.*
*
(
*
)
*
Two Hearts
Fatty tissue and a muscular mass
throbbing since before birth as dependent upon and in time with each and every breath
Ka thump, Ka thump, Ka thump...
So mortal in color, so full of warmth
Iron, copper, potassium, so much a part of a planet it shares
This the human heart, a heart of passion and life.
there is another
Ne-3
n3-e
eN3-3333.3333
ridig to mo mi-4
(pictures, vibrations, and song
flowing with the wind
two hearts of which he knows
she knows
he knows
but does she understand the mortal heart?
does he?
Living with an eternal Heart.
another lady said to another, "Getting hot tub pregnant."
there is a lot said when people whisper.*
*
(
*
)
*
Two Hearts
Fatty tissue and a muscular mass
throbbing since before birth as dependent upon and in time with each and every breath
Ka thump, Ka thump, Ka thump...
So mortal in color, so full of warmth
Iron, copper, potassium, so much a part of a planet it shares
This the human heart, a heart of passion and life.
there is another
Ne-3
n3-e
eN3-3333.3333
ridig to mo mi-4
(pictures, vibrations, and song
flowing with the wind
two hearts of which he knows
she knows
he knows
but does she understand the mortal heart?
does he?
Living with an eternal Heart.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Oh crap...
"Its's gettin complicated huh?"
No parasite. The reality is setting in. Kinda of like the Dutch kid sticking his finger into the hole in the dike to stop the flood.
"Why do you care?"
That is a great question.
***
At first the thought to write of sails made of hide and bone with a ship hewn from solid timbers
Love now is so far beyond the back burner.
Hate is the 'new' norm as everyone vies for the attention of victim.
~
Robots are as good as their programming
Artificial intelligence the definition of human
Flip a switch and Russian soldiers rape Ukrainian women
Insert an electric pulse and the citizen weep for starving children
~
Do robots love their programmers?
Do programmers lover their creations?
God is spoken of and has spoken
Evil is sly in trying to hide its intentions
~
Programmers behind the facade of illusion
Delete the trash files? Would this mean the end of civilization?
Insert a new code to fix the program?
~
my name is robin, i am nothing more than a mind tied to worlds beyond comprehension
no power, no fame, nothing more really than a byte of somewhat organized confusion
much like watching what is presented on a stage of acting or a television.
~
Watching the magical worlds where there are no programmers or illusions
Feeding a wind while feasting in return
Feeling the comfort of writing as a joy and not a prison.
~
ride now with me upon the snow flake hovering above the river
taste the water through the mouth of a King salmon
and at the end of the day, take charge by unplugging from the system, remove the batteries from your mind; take flight with
and enjoy
the
freedom.
"Its's gettin complicated huh?"
No parasite. The reality is setting in. Kinda of like the Dutch kid sticking his finger into the hole in the dike to stop the flood.
"Why do you care?"
That is a great question.
***
At first the thought to write of sails made of hide and bone with a ship hewn from solid timbers
Love now is so far beyond the back burner.
Hate is the 'new' norm as everyone vies for the attention of victim.
~
Robots are as good as their programming
Artificial intelligence the definition of human
Flip a switch and Russian soldiers rape Ukrainian women
Insert an electric pulse and the citizen weep for starving children
~
Do robots love their programmers?
Do programmers lover their creations?
God is spoken of and has spoken
Evil is sly in trying to hide its intentions
~
Programmers behind the facade of illusion
Delete the trash files? Would this mean the end of civilization?
Insert a new code to fix the program?
~
my name is robin, i am nothing more than a mind tied to worlds beyond comprehension
no power, no fame, nothing more really than a byte of somewhat organized confusion
much like watching what is presented on a stage of acting or a television.
~
Watching the magical worlds where there are no programmers or illusions
Feeding a wind while feasting in return
Feeling the comfort of writing as a joy and not a prison.
~
ride now with me upon the snow flake hovering above the river
taste the water through the mouth of a King salmon
and at the end of the day, take charge by unplugging from the system, remove the batteries from your mind; take flight with
and enjoy
the
freedom.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A story fitting for a planet called, Earth. The story would not fit the narrative of many worlds as those worlds are civilized to a point of perfection.
A story fitting for a planet called, Earth. The story would not be understood by many worlds as they only feel the total rage.
Antifa, BlM, Klu Klux Klan
Earlier than the Pharoahs
Cain and Abel
On Earth and of Earth, the means to success and victory is to overpower by killing to the fullest extent.
***
And so, a story.
Pick a 'year' any year from before there was counting until the number is a number much higher than 2022.
It was a man. An old man of much experience regarding the world. A world where there had been so many wars it was assured there would be many more.
The piercing of human flesh with stone, wood, glass, metals, even the hot heat of fire. All with the intention to kill and destroy that which is chosen to be destroyed based on everything from an inner rage to puritan thoughts of religion.
Always in the battle of souls there raises the hope of peace or leaders strong enough to quell the demons residing inside the self. Sometimes one rises to try with all those times where the failure continues.
There had been a large battle. A battle filled with the usual horrors of war. Misery. Hate. Evil. Atrocities ranging from kindness to rape. It had victors and vanquished.
An old man had lived a squalid life of ambition and belief. His the path to solitude and the reflection of hard work and toil.
His thoughts were of something to be done. Complete in finish as it was in the thought of creation. His hands formed the food from the planting of his crops to the tending of the many beast under his command.
His eyes saw the fruits of his labors while his ears heard the distant rumblings of conflict in an ever conflicted world. His voice was the neutral whisper of silence as he turned his back on the follies of what others made so obvious.
To be born and to live only to die is the way of the human world. How that journey unravels depends on nothing more than the actions and reactions of all those many travelers. For the old man, his journey was his home. He did not travel. He did not gossip. He had no family. He was just an old man playing the role that he was able.
Water flows to wherever there is opportunity. No dam, no matter how large or intimidating, can hold back a flood. It is the way of a watery world where mankind's being is a huge level of ocean; tides of choice more predictable than any whim a lunar smile can yield.
The old man smiled It had been a good day and he went to sleep that night knowing the peace of a hard days work.
When he woke in the morning, he was naked and cold. Around him his animals were laying dead in the field. His home was burned into smoldering ashes. His flesh was marked with a whip.
A message had been left. It was as all messages are meant to be, it conveyed the meaning with the obvious full intent of those who attacked and destroyed the old mans world.
A reaction continues a never ending reaction. Kinetic energy never stops or is depleted, so too, human actions.
The old man could have chosen to smile and forgive those who destroyed his home, his body, his world or he could have chosen to focus his mind on utterly destroying his enemy. What this old man did though was neither.
He did not smile or cry. He did not tremble in rage or anger. What the man did instead is to first find the comfort of clothing and then he sought some nourishment to give aide to his body. Then he proceeded to rebuild his world, only this time the location he chose to rebuild and finish his life was not on this planet.
A story fitting for a planet called, Earth. The story would not be understood by many worlds as they only feel the total rage.
Antifa, BlM, Klu Klux Klan
Earlier than the Pharoahs
Cain and Abel
On Earth and of Earth, the means to success and victory is to overpower by killing to the fullest extent.
***
And so, a story.
Pick a 'year' any year from before there was counting until the number is a number much higher than 2022.
It was a man. An old man of much experience regarding the world. A world where there had been so many wars it was assured there would be many more.
The piercing of human flesh with stone, wood, glass, metals, even the hot heat of fire. All with the intention to kill and destroy that which is chosen to be destroyed based on everything from an inner rage to puritan thoughts of religion.
Always in the battle of souls there raises the hope of peace or leaders strong enough to quell the demons residing inside the self. Sometimes one rises to try with all those times where the failure continues.
There had been a large battle. A battle filled with the usual horrors of war. Misery. Hate. Evil. Atrocities ranging from kindness to rape. It had victors and vanquished.
An old man had lived a squalid life of ambition and belief. His the path to solitude and the reflection of hard work and toil.
His thoughts were of something to be done. Complete in finish as it was in the thought of creation. His hands formed the food from the planting of his crops to the tending of the many beast under his command.
His eyes saw the fruits of his labors while his ears heard the distant rumblings of conflict in an ever conflicted world. His voice was the neutral whisper of silence as he turned his back on the follies of what others made so obvious.
To be born and to live only to die is the way of the human world. How that journey unravels depends on nothing more than the actions and reactions of all those many travelers. For the old man, his journey was his home. He did not travel. He did not gossip. He had no family. He was just an old man playing the role that he was able.
Water flows to wherever there is opportunity. No dam, no matter how large or intimidating, can hold back a flood. It is the way of a watery world where mankind's being is a huge level of ocean; tides of choice more predictable than any whim a lunar smile can yield.
The old man smiled It had been a good day and he went to sleep that night knowing the peace of a hard days work.
When he woke in the morning, he was naked and cold. Around him his animals were laying dead in the field. His home was burned into smoldering ashes. His flesh was marked with a whip.
A message had been left. It was as all messages are meant to be, it conveyed the meaning with the obvious full intent of those who attacked and destroyed the old mans world.
A reaction continues a never ending reaction. Kinetic energy never stops or is depleted, so too, human actions.
The old man could have chosen to smile and forgive those who destroyed his home, his body, his world or he could have chosen to focus his mind on utterly destroying his enemy. What this old man did though was neither.
He did not smile or cry. He did not tremble in rage or anger. What the man did instead is to first find the comfort of clothing and then he sought some nourishment to give aide to his body. Then he proceeded to rebuild his world, only this time the location he chose to rebuild and finish his life was not on this planet.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
O-lo sky
pristine shimmer of clarity
simple
complete
flowery beauty
listening to the worker bees sing.
pristine shimmer of clarity
simple
complete
flowery beauty
listening to the worker bees sing.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Just heard on the news that people who saw UFO's are now suffering from radiation burns, headaches, and see ghosts... Gotta be some inspiration in there somewhere.
***
Just a Snack
The French love the escargot and frog legs
Americans love the Big Mac
Canadian and their maple syrup
India and their chapati
~
If you're wondering if aliens eat humans, they do not
They love to eat microwaved human socks.
***
Just a Snack
The French love the escargot and frog legs
Americans love the Big Mac
Canadian and their maple syrup
India and their chapati
~
If you're wondering if aliens eat humans, they do not
They love to eat microwaved human socks.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Agent Barton was a busy bee today. Definitely not in the interest of the average citizen (those they regard as cannon fodder)
Writers use characters of reality or fiction to suit their needs. Agent Barton and company are merely a 'necessary' evil. They prefer not being written about and they definitely do not want to share their secrets.
Funny thing being a fly-on-the-wall (literally) Amazing what can be observed and heard and thus the inspiration
*
"We have a problem sir..." Poor underling just in the beginning of spinning his own web said to the one they answer to.
"No, they have a problem." Amazing how a 'leader' can keep the shit from flowing out of their minds.
"They killed five more today. We should..." A poor underling waaay out of their league.
"I know. What is the office in Bonn suggesting?" A sign of weakness when a leader asks their underling. It paints the picture of amateur.
Writers use characters of reality or fiction to suit their needs. Agent Barton and company are merely a 'necessary' evil. They prefer not being written about and they definitely do not want to share their secrets.
Funny thing being a fly-on-the-wall (literally) Amazing what can be observed and heard and thus the inspiration
*
"We have a problem sir..." Poor underling just in the beginning of spinning his own web said to the one they answer to.
"No, they have a problem." Amazing how a 'leader' can keep the shit from flowing out of their minds.
"They killed five more today. We should..." A poor underling waaay out of their league.
"I know. What is the office in Bonn suggesting?" A sign of weakness when a leader asks their underling. It paints the picture of amateur.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Tectonicus. A plate full of building blocks oozing towards the sun
sadly though
rock meets gravity
and without a so much as a howdy do
it flattens mountains
which lead now to the inspiration
if you were to choose a season for your body to cease being alive, what season? Winter? Spring? Summer? Fall?
**
A Choice for Living
written by: Common pool algae
A Stranger asked a young man who worked behind the deli counter. A young man with a solid gold earring and the personality of a saint. He said, "What season of the year would you like die in if given the choice?"
With a smile, the handsome lad thought for only a few seconds before beginning his answer.
"If I choose Spring then that would be because it is the time where life explodes in growth. It would be fitting to smile with the last breath as the petals of a cherry blossom falls.It would be like heaven."
The stranger registered no emotion and watched as the young man continued.
"If I choose Summer then that would be the time of the world. A place of both heaven and hell. As the baby birds take wing to fly free or fall and die. This would be a good time to die as it would show the success of life and of death."
Still the stranger stood still, but this time the lips showed the beginning of a smile.
"If I choose Fall it would mean the time of harvest, a fitting time for a body to be harvested along with the rest of the now grown life. A purgatory if you will...This would be a natural choice."
"Is this your choice child? To die during the season of Fall?" The strangers smile now was gone and in its place, a look of concern.
"No. I still have Winter to choose from. If I choose Winter it would be hell. Yet, the air so sweet in the Spring, aromatic in the Summer, and fitting for Fall; crystal clear and smelling so sweet. Yes, Winter would be a good time to die with the memories so ice cold in feeling."
His smile was beguiling and his soul extremely tasty. It was now time to choose. "Which of the four Seasons would you choose."
The silence in the room was thick as it was apparent. People once standing nearby eyeing the Jalepeno popper and chickens nuggets, blurred into oblivion. Only the stranger and young man remained.
"I choose the fifth Season."
There are many things on this world and one of them is the common knowledge of there being only being four Seasons and with this choice now revealed by the man the strangers face turned into a solid black face filled with an endless depth of stars. A voice spoke with strength. "Why do you choose the Fifth Season? "
"I choose the Season of Valhalla and into your heart Odin, it is there i shall never die in the greatness of your beating Heart..."
sadly though
rock meets gravity
and without a so much as a howdy do
it flattens mountains
which lead now to the inspiration
if you were to choose a season for your body to cease being alive, what season? Winter? Spring? Summer? Fall?
**
A Choice for Living
written by: Common pool algae
A Stranger asked a young man who worked behind the deli counter. A young man with a solid gold earring and the personality of a saint. He said, "What season of the year would you like die in if given the choice?"
With a smile, the handsome lad thought for only a few seconds before beginning his answer.
"If I choose Spring then that would be because it is the time where life explodes in growth. It would be fitting to smile with the last breath as the petals of a cherry blossom falls.It would be like heaven."
The stranger registered no emotion and watched as the young man continued.
"If I choose Summer then that would be the time of the world. A place of both heaven and hell. As the baby birds take wing to fly free or fall and die. This would be a good time to die as it would show the success of life and of death."
Still the stranger stood still, but this time the lips showed the beginning of a smile.
"If I choose Fall it would mean the time of harvest, a fitting time for a body to be harvested along with the rest of the now grown life. A purgatory if you will...This would be a natural choice."
"Is this your choice child? To die during the season of Fall?" The strangers smile now was gone and in its place, a look of concern.
"No. I still have Winter to choose from. If I choose Winter it would be hell. Yet, the air so sweet in the Spring, aromatic in the Summer, and fitting for Fall; crystal clear and smelling so sweet. Yes, Winter would be a good time to die with the memories so ice cold in feeling."
His smile was beguiling and his soul extremely tasty. It was now time to choose. "Which of the four Seasons would you choose."
The silence in the room was thick as it was apparent. People once standing nearby eyeing the Jalepeno popper and chickens nuggets, blurred into oblivion. Only the stranger and young man remained.
"I choose the fifth Season."
There are many things on this world and one of them is the common knowledge of there being only being four Seasons and with this choice now revealed by the man the strangers face turned into a solid black face filled with an endless depth of stars. A voice spoke with strength. "Why do you choose the Fifth Season? "
"I choose the Season of Valhalla and into your heart Odin, it is there i shall never die in the greatness of your beating Heart..."