Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Thank God for the Moon
The soul howls peacefully like a puppy looking forward to a new meal

All night it was.

Walking across the sky sated, on feet of ebony shoes with the laces untied

Drowning out the waves of anger, hate, pride.

Leaving joy for the morning the clouds and the laughter watching now the three puppies scamper, play, and eat.

[Lipinski]

Texas repairman discovers human remains inside backyard grill, calls police

Inspirational?

Indeed!
***

Planted a couple of trees today. There in the rock covered with miracles and water.

Planted some elephant grass today. Already trumpeting at the sky.

Planted in the mind something wonderful; comment from a friend, who saw a friend, a smile.

[Lipinski]

So parasite...

"Yeah numbnuts?"

Gonna write some shit.

"So? You always write shit."

When I'm finished lets see if you tell what the inspiration was.

(sigh) ""I can tell you now that you need to put a plastic garbage sack over your head and tie a knot."

Can I stand in a puddle of water in bare feet with bare electrical wires instead?

"Yeah. Yeah whatever. Go away."
***

It was not the end of the world per say... Sure. Yeah. Billions were killed in the great war, but there still were a couple of survivors hunkered down in their shelters. In one such shelter, Bob and his boyfriend Bill, had all the gear needed to survive for a long, long, looooong, time.

In their gear they had cans of Spam. They had cartons of Twinkies. They cultivated a very healthy herd of cockroaches. And they even had a propane generator that they could use.

Years went by. Years and years of eating Spam, Twinkies and starting the generator to use the radio to listen for other life, any kind of life.

Bill and Bob were survivors and because men are men and women are women and both need each other for the continuation of the species. While they could not reproduce they could exist until they died of old age.

In the latter years of Bill and Bobs life, the propane was starting to run low. This was caused because years ago, Bob left the propane water heater on for a couple of years. As a result they could run the generator for five minutes a month.

"This popcorn sure is good!" Bob exclaimed.

"Yes. Back those fifty years ago, Costco Kirkland popcorn was and still is, the best!"

Both Bill and Bob used two minutes and fifteen seconds a month to use the microwave oven to nuke an endless supply of popcorn. The other two minutes and forty five seconds of generator use was to power a foot massager.
***

Well? What was the inspiration parasite?

"I don't give a shit."

No. Seriously. What inspired this?

(sigh) "It must be the Kirkland popcorn you're eating now. And you should share some you Bogart."

Nope. Not popcorn.

"The generator?"

Nope.

"I give up." (the parasite could not give a whit about what the inspiration was.)

The inspiration was the sounds the politician, AOC makes when she eats peanut butter on French bread.

[Lipinski]

"Oh man...You're gonna ramble again?"

Firstly, or first off, or first...The tea was one of the best cups in a long time. Great job Margareta.

Secondly, or second off, or second...This is what is fun about writing. Especially writing on Aphelion. This forum is a perfect arena to exercise the mind all under the label of 'fantasy' or 'fiction'. I must say i am very glad to have stumbled onto this website years ago.

"Why you ramble I'm gonna go downstairs and torture the puppies."

Ha! That's what you think parasite. Have you listened to what Pluto has to say about life on this planet? I'd be careful. I would be very careful if if i were you...thankfully i am not you.

(the parasite sauntered down the steps where he was promptly ambushed by Orff, Madonna, and the ring leader, Pluto) "Arrrgh! Help! I'm being smothered!"

Enjoy parasite. Enjoy the moment.
***
To travel the Universe is indeed a blessing I've enjoyed. For this concept of the first order of the three dimensions the time passed is well in excess of trillions of years. On the fourth order of the three dimensions, I just started...

Commonality. DNA. Biological. Social. Evolution. Degradation. Extinction. And of course, that ever powerful One, Religion.

Science is a common theme also but the science follows the hypothesis and facts as dictated by the dimensional structure. What happens in the third dimension on the third order of the three dimensions is VASTLY different than what is in the third dimension of the first order.

Blah de fucking blah ( i never trust humans and especially humans that abstain from saying "fuck" or
"shit".)

Earth is one of uncountable Earths. In all the orders of the Dimensions there are planets such as Earth. Each one the same and YET, each one unique and different.

Amusement is a great gift. Personally speaking, God (the same God in all the Dimensions) has the MOST wonderful 'Sense' of Humor, I giggle just thinking about it... It is... Good.

This afternoon I am feeling very peaceful. I don't have much more 'time' left on this planet as the Job is almost complete, so that in-and-of-itself, is a great relief and joy. The fact is, i am immortal. Completely and absolutely.

Anyway, it is easy... to ramble... A curse of this present brain mass/'soul' (of this first order)/and safety restraints imposed for the well being of this planet. Again, a part of God's humor.

So, some info. Humans are a design of off-the-shelf parts. As far as biological machines go, it is a WONDERFUL design. Very modular and adaptable to many dimensional Orders and biological environments.

Look at the fetal structure during the cell division during the early days of growth in womb. Gills. Tails. On 'other' worlds, you would be amazed at what a 'human' looks like and how they act.

Action: The ability to dream and desire. To choose and be. A red hat, a blue suit, eating raw fish... There is no
'evolution' there is only the adaptation to environmental changes as per the design. (there are words in my head that have no meaning on this first Order, hopefully you get the point_

I don't take any instructions well unless I want too. Stubborn maybe. Mule headed. Bull headed. And it is good... It is... this way. I say what i want even if there are 'laws' why it is not to be allowed.

Your genetic brothers and sisters on other planets and dimensions are very much like you even though you would not recognize their physical traits. You all share so much in common, God being the first/the last/the foremost.
AND, as an added bonus, you all have a built in destruction mechanism as per ranking of the Orders. You will understand this very clearly once you are done with your physical body.

i laugh at tombs, cemeteries, caskets, and any form of memorial to the physical body. It IS much better...It is good... to remember the actions of a person, NOT the elements of the basic and mundane.

To let a reader know, there is love and Love. There is hate and Hate. There definitely is Good and Evil. And yes, as much as it makes me gag, there is also Hope. A small tiny mustard seed of Hope for this little place so hell bent at trying to oneupmanship the degradation of the Gift, but a Hope none the less.

Take note that what IS inside you is something you cannot deny no matter how strong you try. You can try to kill it via bad choices or even suicide but it is still there... When i look at you i can see it as clearly as you can see yourself wearing whatever it is you choose and standing in front of a mirror.

You would be amazed at the vibrations all Life emits. The Universal language so beautiful to listen too and see. From the smallest virus to the largest lifeform (currently whales and sequoia tree on 'this' planet) No matter the 'size' the music is the same and soooooo sweet!)

One thing i've found to be very interesting is how EASY it is... It is...good... How easy it is to push aside the knowledge stored inside and take positions of the basic elements. For me, the escape mechanism is the Wind. On this planet, the Wind is truly my best friend for reasons yet again you will understand when you physical body ceases.

Anyway, fun chatting. And remember, God loves and loves at a frequency so loud there is no dimension you can flee to and hide from...

[Lipinski]

Dipping Through The Metaphors

Written by: A Hummingbird

Cyclonic rates imposed via amplitude of energy
Increase the harmonics with a heartbeat and the breathing ratio expands to touch a soul.

Decrease viability seems to increase the mortality rate though this creates conflict as the temperature rises above the coldness of physics,

Inside a vacuum of negative darkness there forms a flower
Inside the flower, the nectar beats the wings into a frenzy
Inside the minds, so many minds seeming so different in choices and array

All the same all of each and every day
Sipping life until the impossibility of surviving under the cruel heat of the sun
cools the reality of death
until it is all a dream
always...
the dream.

[Lipinski]

Todd works for Google. A smart man. A business man. A family man.
Jackie is married to Todd. A smart woman. A compassionate woman. A wonderful mother.

Interesting fact about human life: Each moment is lived as if nothing else matters, until it does.

Wars bring a society together much like an attack against a hive.

Freedom tears a society apart.
*

"So we went from the religions controlling everything to the evil controlling the religions?" A befuddled citizen was trying to understand what they had been studying.

"That's too simple an observation," a befuddled citizen who had a degree from Harvard said.

"A few years ago society tried to strip away indigenous traditions and replace them with English and modern concepts of religion, customs, and science." Another voice in the air sounding so familiar with befuddlement.

"A man should be able to marry a man!" Oh the befuddled politicians did not know what to say other than what was tested by dipping the thumb in the water filled with polls.

Today we have transgenders, so befuddled and confused it is perfect to not even try to describe or explain.

A woman: A woman is a female. A potential mother. An important part to the family circle that needs nothing more to explain.

A man: A man is a man. A mile with testicles and a tiny brain. An important part to the family circle that needs nothing more to explain.

A woman becoming a man?: Delusional and an illusion. If one wants in their mind they can identify with being anything they 'want'.

A man becoming a woman?" Impossible and only a lifestyle choice to make the days pass on par with the insane.

A question though, for the befuddled. Humans accepted so many things from wigs to long pointy shoes. Sheared beaver hats and whale oil for lamps. Owning slaves. Beating women. Fucking little boys in the ass. Men fucking men. Smoking cigarettes. Taking drugs. Sacrificing virgins to a volcano. Killing every first born male...

(continuation of the question) Nuclear bombs. Sexual asphyxiation. Body piercing. Tattoos. Seventh Day Adventists. Mormons. Muslims. Spam. So...What is next that could be any more degrading? Any more worse?

There is an answer. It is coming. But first mandatory population control with the aged, the insane, the politically unpopular...killed. More control. More power... And then...

( I miss sheared beaver hats, whale oil, blowing up shit with dynamite, a family. i am not befuddled, i am extinct) and yet, without question, there IS a tomorrow.

[Lipinski]

Orff

There among the white pillars so cold in the heat of battle

Flames tearing the fabric of decency asunder

Hear the trumpets. The voices shouting for dominoation sayo de facto

Clerics robes torn asunder

as the flies continue the feast atop the chips of hammered marble.

[Lipinski]

I do love it when magic fights magic.

The parasite was used to the mind of Lipinski but it sighed anyway, "Seriously? Who gives a crap about what you love or hate or that you knit sweaters? The answer is, no one gives a shit. You really are retarded."


As I said parasite, I do love it when magic fights magic.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed. Bring some cheese when you come downstairs."

Will do parasite. Will do.
***

I've written of magic before. An interesting word. An interesting topic. Many religions call magic by many names. Some embrace it, some deny it, most say it is 'taboo'.

Magic does exist, though not in the way most have come to understand it. F\

Some say there is black magic and white magic. Good magic and bad magic.

Curses. Hexes. Potions. Spells. What fun!

But what IS magic?

Is it special powers?

Is it a gift?

Lets just say to shorten this bit of writing that magic is, it is.
***

There are many stories in various religions regarding magic. Take Christians for example. In many translations of the Bible there is the story of Moses and a Pharaoh. They were having a tiff about Jews becoming free and all. Frogs. Plague. A lot of fun magic. The really fun one though was that particular Pharaoh had his own magicians. They knew magic. They turned sticks into snakes. OOOH! AHHH! And then Moses took his staff and it turned into a snake...It is...good. Moses snake ate the magicians snakes. As i said, I love it when magic fights magic.

Wanna know what is not a secret? A LOT of people know about magic. Some try it. Some try and find it. Hitler had it. Presidents had it. But the secret is, everyone has it.

It was written about a few days ago about dimensions and Orders. For the first Order of the three dimensions you all are walking elements. Plain. Basic. But there is something special in you all. A wee bit of the understanding and use of magic... Most don't know they can use it while others think they know more than they really do. Thus the ripe moments of magic fighting magic.

Imagine a two year old given the power and authority over a candy making factory. Imagine a human from the first Order of the three dimensions being given the full knowledge of the fourth Order of the Forth dimension? Sure, for a few really wild moments of Chaos, it would be a total disaster. That is one of the reasons God does not want people running around using a part of themselves in a dimension where it is not meant to be used.

All around you there are some very powerful forces at work. Interesting how the forces are at work when most people to include myself would just prefer to go fishing or take a nap.

Anyway, a bit of 'fantasy' for today. i think tonight will be magical as the travels come to point where sometimes even the birds themselves understand there is so much more to worlds than a sun set.

(Currently a small bird landed and told me something interesting. More inspiration for another day passing)

[Lipinski]

A cabin in the woods. Some writers would write, 'a cabin deep in the woods' but depth is a description better used for watery situation. Deep below the surface... Deep in the darkness of the sea... For today there is a cabin in the woods.

Woods. Forest. Trees.

"Are there mountains where the cabin is?" A strangely subdued parasite said. As well it should after last night...

No. Not mountains parasite. Valleys and rolling hills. Tall hills. Majestic hills that could teach many mountains the grandeur of what is large and expansive.

"Are there rolling bands of water?"

Yes. Yes there was a creek large enough to be labeled a river in some parts of the world and a stream in others.
***

The Wind reached in and caressed the soul. It is good as the music soothes and the dogs lay at rest while puppies tested their new teeth.

Inside the cabin the floor was alive. The planks spoke of past seasons, current seasons, and of seasons yet to come.

The floor was not sanded or planed. It had been milled rough and through time the surface mellowed as care had been taken by those living there.

Many lives had lived Life there. No one outside the cabin even knew the cabin exists. Those outside knew many ideas and lived their respective lives as it was for only the moment. Never thinking positively of the past and only cared for a future where there was no pain. Their actions scarred and marred the surface of the soil where they lived.

"Smells?"

Ah yes parasite. The cabin appeared empty yet it was clean and tidy. The windows of hand blown glass shined as the light of the sun tore apart the prisms into rainbows of fragrant lavender. The counter held a freshly baked pie covered in a soft cotton cloth. Bread teased the opportunities for a future sandwich or something to dip into savory potato soup currently bubbly softly on a stove that appeared cold and yet was hot to the touch.

Smells indeed overrode the sense of this moment. The smell of dogs and puppies. The smell of hard work. The smell of dedication. Smells all around to mix with the vibrations the walls shared. The main smell though, the smell of pipe tobacco. A cherry blend with a slight , very slight tint of apple slices and cheese.

"It is good."

Yes parasite. It is very good.

[Lipinski]

"iTS sO hoT"

"HoW Hot iS it?"

"ItS SoHot, mY fiNgeR NaILs aRe swEaTing!"
*

ggiggle
gigle
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(thud)

[Lipinski]

"Good evening and welcome to Tucker Carlson. Tonight we wonder how the best way to install a new roll of toilet paper in a bathroom stall."

Fox New.

"They are all bad bad bad people. They are horrible people. Horrible. Bad. Horrible."

Whoopee Goldberg

"Guns are evil. Pizza, chips, vodka, pizza, steak... Good!"

Michael Moore

"What kind of Hell was I thinking about creating humans?"

God

[Lipinski]

"What did you do now..." The parasite's attitude is greatly improved and for a great reason. A reason best left alone.

Whatever do you mean parasite?

"It is allowed?"

Ha! (s s s s.sssssssss... a picture of so many lines converged) Did you feel it?

"Yes. I did not like it."

No one is supposed to like it when it is open to release an evil so foul and intense.
***

Anti Christ

So many vie to claim the title
A homeless mother smothering herself in crack
A mass murder of so many colors and facts
Groups of; Cities of; Countries of; a world.

Earth, Earth chose to be fully blessed by those suffering and enjoyment of evils disease

A lamb eaten by a lion
A baby bird devoured by a snake
Such as it is and so many

Oh they try as they try their hand at what should never be chosen and never denied.

Did you see all those males rape so many females?
To peel and flay so much tortured skin?
Lies.
Greed.
Pride.
Anger.

Pain, suffering, sin...
i feel it all
inside.

Only
it is good...
So good to know of what it takes, it gives me strength

There are forces MUCH stronger and no stranger to strength.
To battle the Darkness,
To set the evil straight
(watching the maggots of attempt shrivel on the hot rock until they cease to exist)

To know and be with God
and when unleashed from the chains of decision
watching Jesus and his Light illuminate the battlefield...
With talons unsheathed and open fang
the demons know full well the pain that's coming.

(in this space above the underline ___________________________a visual presentation beyond all human comprehension)

Amen

[Lipinski]

Thanks Bill Burr! Wonderful job. Comedy is indeed the sharp edge of truth...
***

A Minor god

Written by: A child


As god's go the young lad was fairly a recent addition to those with genetics hailing back to a common god. His name also, is a name fairly a recent addition to those embracing names... Erny.

Ernies pop was a god of some minor administrative bit of paperwork, but his mum? Wow! A fairy unmatched for her looks and her magic.

Anyway, Erny was a goofy fuck. Sad actually as he was prone to hitting his head on trees for no reason. Poor Erny would run up to any large tree he saw, wrap his arms around it, and then he would smash his head against it.

One century, after a massive headache from having traveled through a grove of redwoods. Erny got an idea )for Erny, an idea was a wee bit dangerous, being a god and all...(

Ernies idea was to light an ant pile on fire.

Simple.

Sure.

And fun!

Anyway (writers take note: when an editor edits your story and says "Don't overuse words!" To them you should say with a smile on your face...'fuck you!' anyway, getting back to the silly exercise in mental masturbation.)

Anyway, Erny used a very large magnifying lense and started to fry the ants. At first he was happy with his results. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots (fuck you editors) lots and lots and lots...of ants fried.

Little black bodies crisped to a cinder...Only... Erny got bored as it was not the results he had expected.

So.

Little god Erny snapped his fingers...

"Wow dude! Did you see what just happened to Earth?" One of Ernies daddies was stoned on another planet and witnessed what the little man had just done...Blew the shit out of Earth.

As for Erny, he said, "Oops..." (heeheehee...i wonder if the agents will laugh so hard now, best to concentrate on the next of kin)

[Lipinski]

Boom bippy boom!

Oh agent Barrrrrton...

Youhoo...

Got something 'planned' that yer gonna enjoy.

Set it down in yer calendar. July 24th. That's what happens when you're truly clueless AND relying on some 'friends'.
Not so friendly now are they?

As for the time, it already happened and you don't even know what hit you.

"Rah rah rah!"

Yes parasite, raw raw raw raw....

[Lipinski]

Twas the night before tomorrow
and all through the house
the corgi's were howling
as Thor ate more socks.

Sobo, the mom, was now too a nestled puppy of sorts
as trouble rambled around the rooms..

"On Pluto! On Madonna! On Orff," A fat man yelled
and much to the surprise
a hummingbird laughed.

(Dolphins are cool)

"Yes they are. Indeed."

i like your improved attitude parasite.

"Thank you sir."

Boom bippy boom!

[Lipinski]

and so the drama unfolds.
in the hearts and minds of th4 agents, they execute a plan
a string pulled here
a string cut there
a hand reeling it all in.

He died in that room, not from actions of man
She was born that room, a choice she made the day the birds learned how to swim

"Why did they do it?"

They have to, parasite. A plan made before all else. A meal devoured before the hunger set in.

"Will they learn from the failure?"

No. Humans are incapable of longevity as such it is necessary to constantly learn there are powers not to be used or handled.

"Surely the girl will?"

And the boy?

(the boy was lost in a trance, listened to the vibrations of Jupiter)
wmwmwm...

"Maybe, but so much blood to be shed."

Only if it is given.

[Lipinski]

"How are you feeling?" The Psychologist was sitting comfortably in his chair. The chair of course could care less about whom or what sat in it. Chairs were made to not care, thus the name, chair.

"Are you comfortable?" Psychologists are comfortable at asking questions. In medical school they are taught to observe and ask questions.

The man being asked the questions sat calmly in his own chair. The chair he sat in did care about whom or what sat in it. this chair was the chair of something different than what Psychologists are taught in school, or the chairs they sit in.

Again, another question from the Psychologist. "You're smiling. This is good. Would you care to share what it is that is making you smile?"

"Your profession seeks to know so much about that which it focuses upon. Why is it you desire to know?"

Demeanor of those professionals in the field of medicine for the body and mind tend to push aside that which does not serve a purpose of getting to a result. A result of treatment. They listen to patients with half an ear while the other serves to listen to their own observations.

"I would like to know what it is that is making you smile. You rarely smile so I feel we are making progress."

The man sitting in the chair had been a patient of this particular Doctor for many years. It almost seemed like an eternity.

"Good doctor, you have asked me this question many times through the years. You have studied me. Poked and prodded both my body and my mind. Your aloof attitude through the years is what it is now... that makes me smile."

Jotting something in his notes the doctor was silent as he wrote. Raising his head he asked another question. "You say I have an aloof attitude. Do you know why you and I are here and why we must do this?"

With the smile growing larger, the patient replied, "Good doctor. You are here sitting in that chair because i allow it. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"I see..." The doctor indeed did see as the chair he sat in disappeared as did he.
***

the worlds are not round
there is no gravity, there is nothing but the ever changing colors of the vibrations.

land masses are immense rectangles with the appearance of flat
They curve and undulate at the whim of that which is

Time is of no importance, there is always time. There is always just in time. There is always perfect timing.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
and yet there are no clocks, no measurement of time as that would be a waste of time.

Such beautifiul flat land massesssss. Millions of them without
the inflection
reflection
or presence of
orbs.

[Lipinski]

Tonight the inspiration gamut ranged from the predictable thoughts of corgi puppies and then progressed to the topic of death=of=a=sock=puppet. Along the way there was a minor consideration regarding the gonads of a fairly old male mouse, but the winner for tonight's inspiration is water. Simply put, two hydrogen atoms combined with one oxygen atom. H2O.
***

Water is a gift, it is precious, it is.

Earth is covered with it

It is inside the Earth

It is ample and available

It is water.

Now there are many uses for water. Drinking it to survive. Irrigating with it to allow plants to grow healthy. Millions of uses, one currently being used a lot in the Summer heat; washing the car.

Some people take their car to a commercial car wash where they can spray the car themselves or have a machine wash it. Some take their car to a high school cheerleader fund raiser where scantily clad young women wash the car and stimulate the mind of the car owner. Some could care less and allow their car to change colors depending on the color of the mud or dirt that sticks to it.

Water is good. It is... good.

Now imagine a practical and easy way to use an endless source of water. Currently you have to turn on a faucet or dip a bucket into a pool of water, water already floating around. Oceans full of it. Lakes. Rivers. Streams. Wells. All well and good, as water is nothing but good.

I however, prefer to make my own water. Simple really. The atmosphere of this planet has ample oxygen molecules just as it has ample hydrogen, however, to make water on this planet you can only choose one. I choose to use the oxygen atoms on this planet. Sure, you could burn natural gas or propane and get small amounts of water but I'm greedy. I want a lot of water...

The water wand is just like your typical one found on any pressure washer. The wand is connected to a small hollow stainless steel cylinder. A pinch of sodium chlorate and iron powder (not much is needed and it is encased in a womb of charcoal) Attached to the womb is a hollow tube to allow 'air' in.

As for the hydrogen, that is a classified 'secret'. However the hydrogen comes from the second Order of the three dimensions. Hydrogen is hydrogen on the three dimensions, but the quantity taking up the same time/mass/placement is MUCH greater on the second Order than in the first Order.

The trigger on the wand serves as a metering mechanism. If the trigger is not squeezed, no hydrogen is introduced into the chamber. When squeezed to the max, the pressure is regulated at a psi between 1000-1500 .

Endless water. Endless water pressure. A clean car. In the end, it is... good.

[Lipinski]

You can resume being your true self parasite. What was needed is now done.

"Oh THANK you! You are a bloviating piece of pig turd with warts on your ass!"

Feel better?

"Much."

Good.

"Can I inject poison into your heart now?"

Go for it, and good luck with that.

"And then can I crush your balls in a vise?"

Sure. But before you do that I'm going to eat a dolphin in front of you while it is still alive...

(silence)

"Never mind numb nuts, I'll just kill you instead."

Braver creatures have tried.
***

Saudi Arabia plans $1 trillion mirrored skyscraper in Neom

The mirrored skyscrapers will run parallel for 120km and will house five million people, according to papers seen by WSJ.

There is an old saying, 'A fool and their money are soon parted.'

Saudi Arabia is probably the last on anyone's list for a place to move too. I've been there. The word, hot, comes to mind. The Red Sea is beautiful. People sleep on top of their roofs at night. They hate Jews. And as far as idea's go, building just such a building is waaaay past the line of being insane.

Five million people to live in that building? Unless it's filled with beautiful hookers and drugs I doubt one person would want to live there. BUT, it is... inspirational.
*

When the Devil first visited with Muhammad in the 'flesh', the being first literally scarred the crap out of the poor man. Earlier the Evil used the boring route of dream invasion but to really make a point there was the introduction.

"Hello good sir." Evil speaks many tongues, goat was one of them.

"ARrrrgh!" Muhammad promptly voided his bowels.

"Don't worry about it. I get that reaction a lot from people. Especially in what is 'your' future. Those Democrats and Republicans in a country to be called, United States of Americareally are fun to influence and fuck with.

"ArRRRGh!" Muhammad screamed again and then sat paralyzed in fear.

"Oh. Let me introduce myself. I'm the Voice of...well... lets just say, Allah! The one true God! Is involved."

The two chatted for awhile. the Evil had accomplished what was needed AND it planted the seed for a future religion where hate was peace and peace was hate and women had to be treated like animals while men could enjoy whatever it is they wanted to enjoy.

The Evil gave Muhammad a bright shiny rock to worship and was pleased with how gullible humans really are. All except those Jesus lovers...Evil hated Jesus with a Passion...

Anyway. In the many wars (all in God's name of course) the years flew by and lots of people were slaughtered. Christians killed Muslims and Muslims killed Christians and the price of fuel sky rocketed under the leadership of those 'leaders' who wanted a green planet (really though, they listened to Evil and just wanted drugs, power, and sex)

"Lets build a trillion dollar building here in Northern Saudi Arabia!" Oh my, what a good joke Evil influenced. Evil LOVES stupidity.

And in the story coming for the world in the next few chapters, there is no happy ending. However, one day. One day faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar off into the 'future' there will be no more evil, no more stupidity, and yet, a very strong possibility that Twinkies will still be as fresh as the day they were molded.

[Lipinski]

'A man controls his own mind'...

"Ha Ha Ha!"

'Embrace the sovereignty of your own mind."

give it up parasite. the dolphin meat tastes...sweet.

*

Another name for a mermaid: Sea Vixen

*

Jeremy, good job.
Thor, stop pissing on shit and eating everything like a fucking beaver
Sobo, you are one bull headed bitch
Madonna, your name is still the same but you answer to, Ladonna.
Orff, you playboy you.
Pluto, together we will destroy a fucking Universe.
*
Now, onto serious matters.
Trump will be assassinated, or killed, or sacrificed, or played with like a kitten plays with string.
In his eyes today, the fear of understanding his fate. Evil does not like it when pawns have power over a King.
and...
China.

China is a pretty country. An old country. A country called, Pawn.

BOOM!

(and the USA?)

BOOM!

NATO
NATO
NATO!

Will you be there to pick up the pieces of the chess board while i play with cheese?
All so very inspirational.
*

"What's wrong? You seem... different?"

No parasite. i am what i am. nothing more than a breeze in the Universal Wind.
***

There is a special place
a creek where the fish swim strong and full of confidence

On the bank, the bushes grow strong while a skunk walks her family down a path of peace.

i listen now to a vibration where the Sun emits an energy to remind Mankind of its place

For those who do not currently believe in 'God'

Soon you will...

believe.

[Lipinski]

Bad Day Out

Written by: The heat

Every year she was allowed one day out. It was her day to get her freak on, find herself, get jiggy, fornicate, get drunk, go to a museum, pray... She could do whatever she wanted.

Some years were better than others. That time she fucked Cleopatra was truly memorable, and there was that interesting year where she watched a baby T-Rex get eaten by a moth.

It was that time of year again. It was the day she could get out and this year was interesting indeed.

Her day started out okay. For breakfast she had chocolate donuts and coffee. Dipping the donuts into the extremely hot cup of Joe, she burned one of her fingers, "Ouch!"

Licking her finger after the incident she smile and decided to walk the city of New York. She had been to New York before. It was in the days of horses and buggies.

New York City had changed a lot since the horse. With her attention diverted by a man sucking another mans penis on the sidewalk, she was amazed that the passerbys did not even pause in attention. As a result her attention was diverted from where she was walking and she walked off the curb and got hit full-on by a taxi. "Arrgh!" (splat)

Picking herself up off the street she dusted off the dirt and was amazed that no one cared, not even the guy sucking the penis of another man sitting on the sidewalk. (and they smelled like elephant urine too...)

Her head started to hurt, as well it should. One of the taxi tires and crushed her skull and some brain matter was sticking out.

With the day off to a bad start, it only got worse. She was raped, mugged, robbed, and asked if she would like to be saved.

AND, a large piano being lowered out of an apartment window, broke the rope holding it and fell onto her unsuspecting body covered in jizz, blood, cuts, tears, and gashes. (One of her manicured nails even cracked)

"This is not a good day at all," she said to herself. She said it to herself as those walking past her did their best to avoid eye contact or even attempt to acknowledge her existence.

As the day was about over a man dressed nicely came over to her and asked if she would like a Green planet. A healthy planet where global warming was to be taken seriously.

"Oh my, yes! Yes, I love a green planet!" she said with the first smile of the day.

"Come with me then," Al Gore took the lady by her arm and then said, "Let me show you my penis, I mean, my private jet."

She screamed but it was too late. Al shoved her into the backseat of the limo powered by a 2000 hp engine that sucked diesel a gallon a minute.

"Shhh... It will be okay. I am, your friend."

***

The lady in the story is named, Mother Nature. Once a year she gets freaky and definitely a fun gal to watch...

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite! Whattia think of the following headline? WHO chief: 'Men who have sex with men' should limit sexual partners to curb monkeypox spread

"I don't give a shit what men fuck. They've been fucking everything they can since they learned how to walk erect."

Oh come on parasite. Don't you find the headline humorous?

"No."

Well, I do. I think that men should not 'monkey' around!

"Seriously! You really said that? No wonder you're retarded.
***

It is easy to find the inspiration in daily life. The politicians could support a writers inspiration for an eternity. What people do is another endless form of inspiration. Sex. War. Science. Any and all is inspiring.

Today I looked on our refrigerator door today and saw a stick with food temps on it. It was one of those cooking aids put out by a company as a freebee to advertise their business. Aside from food temps the company was letting everyone know they were an emergency service that cleans up after disasters. The one fun line that caught the attention was, "We're there because life happens."

Fun bit of writing and inspirational. There are a lot of companies that do clean ups after floods, fires, and such. So...today's inspiration was NOT men fucking each other or mangos or whatever it is that men fuck. Instead...
***

Clean up on aisle Nine

Written by: Whitey Tidy

The phone rang, which was amazing it even worked seeing what just happened...

"Hello? Is this Recon Reconstruction?"

The voice sounded cheery on the other side of the line. "Yes sir. It is."

The caller sounded a bit fidgety as it continued. "I have a problem. It seems the apocalypse is going on and I had one of the Horsemen, I think his name was Death. Anyway, he rode through my living room and the horse shit on my rug. Do you think your company can clean that up?"

"Sure. A question though, since it was death, are there any dead bodies?"

"Now that you mention it, yes. My entire family is dead. OMG! I think I'm dead also? Can you help me?"

"Well...Did you lead a good life?" The voice sounded sincere though a bit bored.

"I think so. I paid my taxes. I didn't kill no one. Though I did fuck a monkey once... Do you think that counts as being bad?"

"No. Fucking monkeys are not bad as long as the monkey gave consent. Did the monkey give permission for you to fuck it?"

A bit of strange dialogue. A dead man calling a cleanup service and talking about monkey fucking, but this is no more strange than people thinking abortion is just fantastic and that males can get pregnant.

"Did the monkey get pregnant?" the voice asked.

"I don't think so... But. But. But I was drunk at the time. I don't really remember what happened. I just know it happened.

A few more minutes passed in discussion and the voice said. "Sir. I think we can help with your situation. Since you're dead we'll help you get reincarnated as a monkey. As for your home, I'm sad to say that the apocalypse is going to total your entire planet. After of which we are going to clean it up and stock it with an intelligent species. You humans are just to crazy to deal with."

The phone was disconnected by some rather nasty explosions but not before the dead monkey fucker yelling "Arghh!"

[Lipinski]

Buttons.

The word, button, is a fun word for the tongue to play with.

Button. Button. Button.

Butt is an interesting word but too short.

On is an overused boring word.

Button or buttons, fun.

"Can I borrow your assault rifle?"

Which one? The Uzi or the 20mm cannon? Take whatever you want.

"Thanks."

Whatcha need them for?

"I'm gonna shoot some buttons.
***
Terminology and words are fun for writers. The word, spunk. Or buttons. So many words of a culture are popular for the period and then forgotten.

A belt was an earlier form of holding attire to the body. A bodice was another device. So many ways to make naked obsolete.

For males the belt works but when the urge to pee hits sometimes the knot on the rope is pretty hard to untie thus buttons were used.

Old trousers (trousers are the correct word for male attire while pants were for females. today it's all the same) had buttons as did the military uniforms.

Buttons are still found on shirts and cuffs but really no one gives a whit about buttons. Though collecting buttons can be fun as old buttons are very fun to look at and for infants to swallow.

Zippers is a fun/fast word. Zippidy doo da day! Zip. Zap. Zoom. Z is a fast letter (especially for being the last letter in the English alphabet)

Zippers replaced buttons. Many a man has experienced the painful touch of a zipper on the dingle dangle while NEVER feeling pain with buttons.

Velcro. A boring technical word. A wonderful invention.

I wonder what the next word will be for holding a slit together of which can quickly be separated to pee?
*

Magnets

Both sides of the fabric were sewn with magnetic threads. Powerful magnets.
Magnets beat out rope, belts, buttons, zippers, and velcro.
Strong and yet easy to pull apart.
It all went well until science did a study showing the influence of magnets on sperm.
Turns out the magnetic field separates any potential intelligence from the sperm and leaves nothing of import thus producing wonderful Democrats.

As for the Republicans, they still used buttons except for some that like the pain of getting their wee wee stuck in a zipper...

[Lipinski]

Writers have a simple job. A writers job is to take a reader on a journey, a journey to stimulate the senses.

Soft.

Hard.

Gentle.

Anger.

107 degree's is inspirational.

A bit of a change now.
***

China, the country so old it is still in its birth.
So cold and evil the government of China
Predictable and plain
....
there is though, a man there, that is, a bit different.
....

The

.....predictionas are clear, so clear a blind man can see them.
as
He
definitely sees them.

[Lipinski]

Captain Courageous, a movie with Spencer Tracy, is one of my favorite movies to date.

It is a story told where a boy learns to be a real man. A spoiled child 'forced' to learn what the real world is like free from the riches of the elite.

Sadly today, Captain Courageous, or any movie about what being a boy is, is not to be found.

That's sad, but, inspirational.
*

I was never a girl, though it felt strange to be around one.
Frogs in a tackle box,
fishing poles and worms,
three tree forts where no girls were allowed.

Riding a bicycle with a baby bunny as a pet, until we had to kill and eat them after father bashed their head with a club.

Firecrackers by the thousands, so very few ants were spared
and the white glazed skin of a finger after holding a short fuse one.

Oh sure, with time the view of a girl changed
Something about curves and boobs,
Smells of something amazing
along with acne, hair, and testosterone.

Hard work was the pleasure of the day
Politeness when answering the telephone, "Lipinski residence, robin speaking. How may I help you?"

So strange...

Growing up in a world where my world was freed
Hanging upsidedown and watching clouds, even speaking with them.
School yard fights
and marbles.

Today.
Today boys are still boys, though now they wear helmets to protect them from everything
Knee pads
and warnings
Learning in a city how to be scared
Learning to run away instead of standing against bullies with courage.

Spencer Tracy was once a boy
and then he became a man
showing boys like me that the world can be a place of truth in the heart
talking to clouds upsidedown
after working hard
sweating
and being a man in a confused world.

[Lipinski]

Islamic New Year, 1444.

YAY!

tIME TO WROTE or write with writ of script some silly things.
*

Yesterday there was thoughts of being alive
and then today to find I am dead
only
if so
then
when?

How does time fly if there are no wings, only lunar cycles and a sun doing the same old thing?

Wait...

i have never died before, though i've tried, it seems to have humor somewhere in between

So

today is

another day to surprise

Thor! Where's my shoes?

[Lipinski]

Spam under lock-and-key in New York to prevent theft as crime rates rise in line with inflation

Say it ain't so! SPAM. The other 'meat'. People have no honor, no integrity. The sanctity of Spam is an absolute.

But. Spam is not only tasty and nutritious it will be the one the two foods that will be around long after the nukes and killed off most of humanity.
***

"Sir. We have a problem. They knocked off another shipment." Officer Clark was an overworked officer in a city where it would have been better to be a drug dealer instead of one trying to protect society.

"Another one? That's the third shipment this week." Clark's boss was Lt. Markle. He too was wondering why he was in this city doing this shitty job. Back when Lt. Markle was Miss Markle and did nails in a salon, those days were much better, plus she could sell drugs.

"What should be do?" Clark needed some time off to get drunk. The job was starting to get to him.

"Do you have any leads?"

"Yes. Officer Thomas and I believe this recent rash of Spam shipment thefts are the work of those circus clowns from San Antonio.

"Well, get after them. These thefts have got to stop."

Currently the suspects named were indeed the group that had been stealing shipments of Spam. Their reasoning was because Spam goes so well with Twinkies. Plus, they could barter with cases of Spam as the dollar would soon be worthless.

In the meantime, they were last seen hanging out in the city park scaring the shit out of small children.

Clowns are evil bastards...

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite!

"Why are you yelling moron."

What did you think of the lobster?

"What did I think? I think you locked me in the trunk while you gorged on that gargantuan sea bug. Over three pounds?"

Yep. Best lobster I've ever had. Much better than the lobster in the Canary Islands.

"Red Lobster ain't a bad place to pig out. Good service. Good food. And while I was locked in the trunk I tapped out a message in Morse code that I was being held hostage. Strange no one knows what Morse code is."

You don't know Morse code parasite.

"Sure. Morse code is, take no prisoners."

No. That's not Morse code, that's what happens in war when armies don't like each other.
***

Lobster

A sea bug of delight
Posing with a tinted blush of red

Only minutes before swimming in a tank, looking out at a strange world
and then...
boiled alive!

Ripping into the shell with strength and gusto
Melted butter
Coleslaw
and enough side dishes to feed an army.

Calamari rings
Coconut shrimp
Stuffed mushrooms
Flounder
Scallops
Clam strips
French fries
and salad.

Much earned inspiration for the true expressions of a fantastic meal.
BURP!

[Lipinski]

'More Pulitzer worthy fact checking': Reuters declares video was edited and Biden did not really walk away during wife Jill's speech after hearing ice cream truck music

So. If a reader just read the above headline and believes Biden is already a soft headed oaf, then no video is necessary to paint a picture; that in the mind is real even if it is not real.

Honey I want to break you. Honey I want to taste you. I want to skin you with my tongue.

And. If a reader just read the above headline and knows they are lyrics to a song even if it were a poem and not a song. In the mind is real even if it is not real.


God bless you

A common headline complete * ** * the music department the editorial staff the poetry class and fits in the genre of Fiction, Nonfiction, Horror, Love, Peace, Hate....

The mind. Insided the minds of so many. Floating by with worries buried as the raft runs rapid. Wild. Free. An unfired primer ready to lighten the load of lead in the soul.
>>>
Listen: Yes. Same old song of acceptance. The old Devil.
<<<

Question for a dusty room inside one mind: "If one person. One breathing and functioning person. A person of either gender, but only one...

This person placed on a planet and they were the only one. A person of either gender,
but only one...

How many would be here?"

[Lipinski]

Too much to write, this means too much to think about, this means the mind is still functioning
though
collecting all those shooting sparks of thought
is tougher than herding a million cats to Texas.
***

So you hear a word. A simple word, words such as, "This day."

"Goosepimples?"

"Ten bucks you win ten thousand dollars."

"If you spend five bucks you win five thousand dollars."

^
hollowed trails leading in labyrinth between the roots of elves at play
v
and if fairies get offended...

oh the shit they play.

^

and then there are the vines, the soil, the insects, the bats, birds, worms, and illusions..

v

though, there is food for thought, those many thoughts oozing out of some pores laughing as they always have laughed

^

"Ten dollars on a number."

v

the law of averages are meaningless
when herding a million cats to Texas.