Takron was fully awake either asleep with his eyes closed or with his eyes open. With a glance he peered outside the walls of solid rock to see the witch, Asrillia screaming. She was screaming as new flesh was being formed.
The new skin was not of human flesh filled with blood, nor was it scaly like dragon skin. Her skin was starting to resemble...
(to be continued)
*
A whirlwind today. Atop the mountains where human choices lay clinging to pinnacles.
Asian ambitions
America's crumbling traditions
and greed...
Ever and always the lust for power and treasure
With irony to watch the toys in the sandbox rust away.
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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Bark.
The skeleton of the witch, Asrillia, was starting to be covered with flesh the composition resembling the bark of a cottonwood tree.
She screamed louder as from the bark of her new skin there budded branches with green leaf and flower.
There was a change in the rabbit. The black tendrils ripe with song
(to be continued)
Pinched the fingers together
Pushing aside the burn, there near the fire
Embers flights of fancy, their escape so slow and sporadic
Easily to burn, there near the fire
To tease this and those, I suppose, and yet?
Talking shit
Fingers have memory, you see
Fortitude
Fun
Fancy
Free...
It snowed there, it snowed today
near the fire.
The skeleton of the witch, Asrillia, was starting to be covered with flesh the composition resembling the bark of a cottonwood tree.
She screamed louder as from the bark of her new skin there budded branches with green leaf and flower.
There was a change in the rabbit. The black tendrils ripe with song
(to be continued)
Pinched the fingers together
Pushing aside the burn, there near the fire
Embers flights of fancy, their escape so slow and sporadic
Easily to burn, there near the fire
To tease this and those, I suppose, and yet?
Talking shit
Fingers have memory, you see
Fortitude
Fun
Fancy
Free...
It snowed there, it snowed today
near the fire.
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Whispers of war always lead to the roaring reality of horror.
(China gonna blow)
*
Had a man today ask if I could make him a wand for him to use in healing.
The man's eyes held the hope of wellness and the reality of sickness.
So Worlon, what do you think?
"(pictures only)"
And you Takron?
"Ask Asrillia."
Asrillia was no long a skeleton hanging. Nor were her eyes shooting blue beams at a rabbit who has now long since disappeared in a cloud of blue and white smoke. Her body resembled a tree. A tree that glided over the ground as she moved.
Asrillia, should I make him a wand?
What she said sound like 1000 spiders yelling in unison at the top of their 'voices'.
Yes, yes i agree. He can handle the crystals and stones. He can handle the vibrations. He can handle the communion of wood... He cannot handle the power.
Asrillia shook one of her branches and there was a smile.
(China gonna blow)
*
Had a man today ask if I could make him a wand for him to use in healing.
The man's eyes held the hope of wellness and the reality of sickness.
So Worlon, what do you think?
"(pictures only)"
And you Takron?
"Ask Asrillia."
Asrillia was no long a skeleton hanging. Nor were her eyes shooting blue beams at a rabbit who has now long since disappeared in a cloud of blue and white smoke. Her body resembled a tree. A tree that glided over the ground as she moved.
Asrillia, should I make him a wand?
What she said sound like 1000 spiders yelling in unison at the top of their 'voices'.
Yes, yes i agree. He can handle the crystals and stones. He can handle the vibrations. He can handle the communion of wood... He cannot handle the power.
Asrillia shook one of her branches and there was a smile.
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"Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen."
Asrillia smiled as she spread her arms wide, showing the world she was back. In her arms the branches were bright with green foliage. There were two nests, both held two eggs that were beginning to hatch.
*
I am not Catholic, what I am is human... What i am is not.
To know evil and Evil is to truly know God, IF God allows it. Ha... it is real. it is good. it is here.
there is talk of an anti-christ. that 'he' is here or coming. The truth is there are many bodies to the anti-christ not just one...
One in being, many in body. The anti-christ is here. The anti-christ is not only a he, she, they, them, those... The anti-christ is a large body of both humans, 'aliens', and some demons taking form in the three dimensions this planet finds so comforting.
"You do like to stir the pot moron. Why don't you just sniff the flowers and let what is happening just happen?"
You know full well why parasite. Today the two stars crossed. One is no longer dominant and is merging now with the other. Besides, it is good to share what is happening right under everyone's nose.
"I know my nose tells me you need to bathe."
True.
***
Martial Law. Coming soon to a town near you.
Operatives have been in place by China for many years now.
Capitulation of the Eagle as while Americans can fight and get downright warrior like when pushed into a corner, it is too late for what is coming.
China will try words of peace and will offer palms of sincerity all the while with the full intention of domination at any cost.
Want something that makes Covid look like a simple pimple? Just wait until you see what is coming.
Want to know what happens when governments/corporations put all their faith in GMO seeds? Take corn for example, all I need to do is twist the genetic code a bit and all gone. No more corn. Lots of hunger though. Same for wheat, rice, potatoes, pretty much all important crops except for garlic. Garlic has a mind of its own as well as onions.
Nukes are nice. They are clean and very well at destruction. And while some will be used, that is merely the tip of a large spear. Those controlling the rest of the spear head and handle know full well what is being written, right Agent Barton's?
i must laugh as for billions of years this story has played out. It has too for reasons to be discussed AFTER what's coming occurs. One year or one hundred mean nothing to me. They do however mean the whole world to you.
****
Asrillia started a very complex song only a true witch knows. The song brought tears to the eyes of Worlon and Takron, tears which soon froze into the purest form of crystal. A crystal much harder than diamond.
Her song grew louder and louder, until the first of four eggs cracked open and...
(to be continued)
Asrillia smiled as she spread her arms wide, showing the world she was back. In her arms the branches were bright with green foliage. There were two nests, both held two eggs that were beginning to hatch.
*
I am not Catholic, what I am is human... What i am is not.
To know evil and Evil is to truly know God, IF God allows it. Ha... it is real. it is good. it is here.
there is talk of an anti-christ. that 'he' is here or coming. The truth is there are many bodies to the anti-christ not just one...
One in being, many in body. The anti-christ is here. The anti-christ is not only a he, she, they, them, those... The anti-christ is a large body of both humans, 'aliens', and some demons taking form in the three dimensions this planet finds so comforting.
"You do like to stir the pot moron. Why don't you just sniff the flowers and let what is happening just happen?"
You know full well why parasite. Today the two stars crossed. One is no longer dominant and is merging now with the other. Besides, it is good to share what is happening right under everyone's nose.
"I know my nose tells me you need to bathe."
True.
***
Martial Law. Coming soon to a town near you.
Operatives have been in place by China for many years now.
Capitulation of the Eagle as while Americans can fight and get downright warrior like when pushed into a corner, it is too late for what is coming.
China will try words of peace and will offer palms of sincerity all the while with the full intention of domination at any cost.
Want something that makes Covid look like a simple pimple? Just wait until you see what is coming.
Want to know what happens when governments/corporations put all their faith in GMO seeds? Take corn for example, all I need to do is twist the genetic code a bit and all gone. No more corn. Lots of hunger though. Same for wheat, rice, potatoes, pretty much all important crops except for garlic. Garlic has a mind of its own as well as onions.
Nukes are nice. They are clean and very well at destruction. And while some will be used, that is merely the tip of a large spear. Those controlling the rest of the spear head and handle know full well what is being written, right Agent Barton's?
i must laugh as for billions of years this story has played out. It has too for reasons to be discussed AFTER what's coming occurs. One year or one hundred mean nothing to me. They do however mean the whole world to you.
****
Asrillia started a very complex song only a true witch knows. The song brought tears to the eyes of Worlon and Takron, tears which soon froze into the purest form of crystal. A crystal much harder than diamond.
Her song grew louder and louder, until the first of four eggs cracked open and...
(to be continued)
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What came first, the chicken or the egg? A common question in the game of philosophy. The answer? God came first, everything else followed a wonderful plan of chaos, science, and will. Plus, God has made me giggle for a very long time and will continue too.
*
The first of four eggs hatched. You could hear the sound of a cracking shell even though Asrillia was singing a true song of Creation. Asriallia was one of the first witches to come into identity since many times before the beginning.
A beak broke free through the shell. A thick shell covered with constellations showed three black holes spiraling and devouring each other.
Pieces of shell fell and turned into various animals first found in creation. There was a bear, a raven, a trout. Asrillia suddenly stopped her song and with the aid of a very large spider, fed the newly emerged beak a frozen tear of both the wizards, brothers both who knew no mother or father. They too were two there at the beginning many times before the beginning.
With a gulp the beak swallowed and sparks flew from a beak transformed from the magical normal into a new form of magic. Instead of beak there now swirled a grey cloud of smoke resembling the emotions of pain, sorrow, joy and happiness.
Such music now. Mother, Child, and a new form of magic which once caused the death of the mighty wizard, Worlon. Worlon knew the dreams of man, he knew the dreams of God. He died once because of a picture. A picture of that who would bring into existence the new magic now exposed and singing loudly.
This is when the first egg in the opposing nest started to crack.
(to be continued.)
*
The first of four eggs hatched. You could hear the sound of a cracking shell even though Asrillia was singing a true song of Creation. Asriallia was one of the first witches to come into identity since many times before the beginning.
A beak broke free through the shell. A thick shell covered with constellations showed three black holes spiraling and devouring each other.
Pieces of shell fell and turned into various animals first found in creation. There was a bear, a raven, a trout. Asrillia suddenly stopped her song and with the aid of a very large spider, fed the newly emerged beak a frozen tear of both the wizards, brothers both who knew no mother or father. They too were two there at the beginning many times before the beginning.
With a gulp the beak swallowed and sparks flew from a beak transformed from the magical normal into a new form of magic. Instead of beak there now swirled a grey cloud of smoke resembling the emotions of pain, sorrow, joy and happiness.
Such music now. Mother, Child, and a new form of magic which once caused the death of the mighty wizard, Worlon. Worlon knew the dreams of man, he knew the dreams of God. He died once because of a picture. A picture of that who would bring into existence the new magic now exposed and singing loudly.
This is when the first egg in the opposing nest started to crack.
(to be continued.)
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Blood from the agents felt pleasant to the touch. They tried to the best of their training and protocol to monitor and record data, and failed...
They always failed and always will fail.
So many ways to play a game. A game where the losers are always losers and there is no need to claim the title of winner.
*
An explosion occurred as the second egg decided to come to terms. A vast explosion so severe, Asrillia stopped her song and crumpled into a perfect sphere of glass. A blue glowing orb that deflected the debris of the exploding egg.
For the time expended/expanded during the hatching, a calm ensued. Absolute silence.
Above, the sun dared to shine again. It glowed among the darkness and the light revealed what emerged from the smoke...A dragon. A very large and old dragon who was much older than any witch or wizard. Much older than magic itself. An argument could be made and never proven that the dragon was as old, or older, than God...
(to be continued)
They always failed and always will fail.
So many ways to play a game. A game where the losers are always losers and there is no need to claim the title of winner.
*
An explosion occurred as the second egg decided to come to terms. A vast explosion so severe, Asrillia stopped her song and crumpled into a perfect sphere of glass. A blue glowing orb that deflected the debris of the exploding egg.
For the time expended/expanded during the hatching, a calm ensued. Absolute silence.
Above, the sun dared to shine again. It glowed among the darkness and the light revealed what emerged from the smoke...A dragon. A very large and old dragon who was much older than any witch or wizard. Much older than magic itself. An argument could be made and never proven that the dragon was as old, or older, than God...
(to be continued)
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"So, did the dragon go, meow?"
No parasite.
"Did it roar?"
No.
"Does the dragon have a penis?"
No. No penis, No vagina, No reptilian egg laying capability. the dragon is like you parasite.
"No shit? Wow. Way cool.
*
The Sun spoke, "Ssssss. Ooooo. Sssss."
The dragon flexed his wings and snarled. " Who dares awaken me?"
The Sun replied, "Ssssss. Ooooo. Sssss."
Asrillia grimaced in pain as her bark skin was engulfed in flames. The green leaves became parched and soon ignited into open, swirling flame.
The third egg was cracked open as the dragon lighted upon it and with the tremendous strength of the claws, shattered an already fracture surface. The dragon smiled as it tore into and through the shell. Immense white light shot forth from the openings. Angels flew from the egg.
(to be continued)
No parasite.
"Did it roar?"
No.
"Does the dragon have a penis?"
No. No penis, No vagina, No reptilian egg laying capability. the dragon is like you parasite.
"No shit? Wow. Way cool.
*
The Sun spoke, "Ssssss. Ooooo. Sssss."
The dragon flexed his wings and snarled. " Who dares awaken me?"
The Sun replied, "Ssssss. Ooooo. Sssss."
Asrillia grimaced in pain as her bark skin was engulfed in flames. The green leaves became parched and soon ignited into open, swirling flame.
The third egg was cracked open as the dragon lighted upon it and with the tremendous strength of the claws, shattered an already fracture surface. The dragon smiled as it tore into and through the shell. Immense white light shot forth from the openings. Angels flew from the egg.
(to be continued)
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Police Identify man Pulled From Central Washington Pond During Kid's Fishing Event
DONALD W. MEYERS, Yakima Herald-Republic
Imagine that, a young child happily reeling in a big fish with the help of an adult, and then finding they caught a dead body of a man. What inspiration!
*
At school the next week, Jane was talking with her friend Stacy about the previous weeks fishing.
"So you caught a dead person?" Stacy asked as she munched on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Yep. He was a big one. The cops said he weighed 235 pounds and was 73 inches long." Jane was not the least bit traumatized. She came from a home on the farm where she had helped her dad slaughter pigs, cows, chickens and such.
"Didn't it freak you out a bit?" Stacy further queried.
"Nah. I was not scared at all. I'm a little bit pissed off though that I was not allowed to have my picture taken next to the body. It was the largest thing I've ever caught."
The two girls continued chit chatting until the lunch bell rang to let the children know lunch time was over.
Jane asked Stacy as the two parted, "Are you going to the drag show next weekend? My dad is in it. He bought a really nice dress for the show and my mom is going to pretend she is dad. Should be fun."
"Will there be free condoms?" Stacy asked.
"No, but there probably will be free abortion pills."
"Aren't we too young for abortion pills?" Stacy was a spicy girl, always full of questions.
"Nah, my older brother told me one day, old enough to bleed, old enough to breed."
"Ooh...Yuck..."
(Yes sir/ma'am/folks. Writing has come a long way the past 100 years.)
DONALD W. MEYERS, Yakima Herald-Republic
Imagine that, a young child happily reeling in a big fish with the help of an adult, and then finding they caught a dead body of a man. What inspiration!
*
At school the next week, Jane was talking with her friend Stacy about the previous weeks fishing.
"So you caught a dead person?" Stacy asked as she munched on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Yep. He was a big one. The cops said he weighed 235 pounds and was 73 inches long." Jane was not the least bit traumatized. She came from a home on the farm where she had helped her dad slaughter pigs, cows, chickens and such.
"Didn't it freak you out a bit?" Stacy further queried.
"Nah. I was not scared at all. I'm a little bit pissed off though that I was not allowed to have my picture taken next to the body. It was the largest thing I've ever caught."
The two girls continued chit chatting until the lunch bell rang to let the children know lunch time was over.
Jane asked Stacy as the two parted, "Are you going to the drag show next weekend? My dad is in it. He bought a really nice dress for the show and my mom is going to pretend she is dad. Should be fun."
"Will there be free condoms?" Stacy asked.
"No, but there probably will be free abortion pills."
"Aren't we too young for abortion pills?" Stacy was a spicy girl, always full of questions.
"Nah, my older brother told me one day, old enough to bleed, old enough to breed."
"Ooh...Yuck..."
(Yes sir/ma'am/folks. Writing has come a long way the past 100 years.)
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Wizards and Witches. Words humans understand from fairy book tales and history o a murky muddy mushy mess handed down through the centuries. The stories are entertaining and easy for most to understand. Some understood it to be evil and as such 'witches and wizards' were a perfect target for ignorance.
I have written of this before and will do so in a thousand years; the Bible frowns on magicians and for good reason.
an example to understand is to give a fully loaded and live AK-47 machine gun to a chimpanzee high on meth.
Magic is real, as real as gravity or hay fever. Black magic. White magic. Magic for whom and for what and why?
Hah! I have watched the game since the beginning. Moses with his staff, Pharaohs with their staff... What fun!
(A comet is being born this very second. The womb pulsates with magic. Pure magic. It is...good)
Science combined with magic is Magical! ("you're a fucking moron. go make me a sandwich.")
Sure parasite, what do you want on it?
"Your head."
Be careful for what you ask for...
*
Takron and Worlon had no father or mother and yet they are brothers. Brothers much more and so than any biological brother. More so and much more than identical twins.
The two wizards were seated near a fire made by the dragon. The two were seemingly awake and asleep at the same time. From their nostrils the memories of long dead galaxies swirled. Angels moved the planets. There was no evil, no demons, nothing of a darkness surrounding the light could intrude.
The dragon laughed and said, "You both are the same as i remember. A bit more plump from the experiences, but mostly the same." Some angels smiled and two of the angels exploded into an army. A very large and mighty Army.
Asrillia was calm again. Her figure changed from a blue orb to a burning tree and now with only one egg left to hatch, she decided to vanish into her dreams for the time it takes for a ice age on Earth to begin and end.
(to be continued)
I have written of this before and will do so in a thousand years; the Bible frowns on magicians and for good reason.
an example to understand is to give a fully loaded and live AK-47 machine gun to a chimpanzee high on meth.
Magic is real, as real as gravity or hay fever. Black magic. White magic. Magic for whom and for what and why?
Hah! I have watched the game since the beginning. Moses with his staff, Pharaohs with their staff... What fun!
(A comet is being born this very second. The womb pulsates with magic. Pure magic. It is...good)
Science combined with magic is Magical! ("you're a fucking moron. go make me a sandwich.")
Sure parasite, what do you want on it?
"Your head."
Be careful for what you ask for...
*
Takron and Worlon had no father or mother and yet they are brothers. Brothers much more and so than any biological brother. More so and much more than identical twins.
The two wizards were seated near a fire made by the dragon. The two were seemingly awake and asleep at the same time. From their nostrils the memories of long dead galaxies swirled. Angels moved the planets. There was no evil, no demons, nothing of a darkness surrounding the light could intrude.
The dragon laughed and said, "You both are the same as i remember. A bit more plump from the experiences, but mostly the same." Some angels smiled and two of the angels exploded into an army. A very large and mighty Army.
Asrillia was calm again. Her figure changed from a blue orb to a burning tree and now with only one egg left to hatch, she decided to vanish into her dreams for the time it takes for a ice age on Earth to begin and end.
(to be continued)
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Jerusalem Post Science
Asteroid the size of 48 eggplants to pass Earth Tuesday - NASA
Asteroid 2023 HF4 is one of five asteroids set to pass the Earth on April 25, which also comes right before Israel's 75th Independence Day.
By AARON REICH
Seriously? Now it's eggplants?
Somethings a food... get it? (foot)
*
I like India. Always have always will. The Soul, the Spirit, is so strong there.
People looking dead while very much alive.
Tenacious.
The travel tonight is going to be wonderful
it always is
in the dreams of curry and lamb.
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What a rush! There submarines and turbulence.
and then...
Tucker Carlson announces his run for President...
Say what girl?
Cows and UFO's bon apetite.
Have you ever ridden upon the back of a dragon?
you can.
and then...
Tucker Carlson announces his run for President...
Say what girl?
Cows and UFO's bon apetite.
Have you ever ridden upon the back of a dragon?
you can.
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Just a thought
So easy to think without a blink
and then
Voila!
It happens so easy now days
Like the old days
To bring a future.
Take the black wall of evil
So many willing to be the bricks of its construction
Mortared with only the belief of self.
What happens when God allows dragons to play?
The fun and horror
Health
Sickness
Humor
Tears
Anger
Joy
A long list indeed.
What happens?
You are all lucky as you will all see a wall crumble into dust and disappear with only a mild breeze...
or another way to look at it,
when a dragons works up to a good sneeze.
So easy to think without a blink
and then
Voila!
It happens so easy now days
Like the old days
To bring a future.
Take the black wall of evil
So many willing to be the bricks of its construction
Mortared with only the belief of self.
What happens when God allows dragons to play?
The fun and horror
Health
Sickness
Humor
Tears
Anger
Joy
A long list indeed.
What happens?
You are all lucky as you will all see a wall crumble into dust and disappear with only a mild breeze...
or another way to look at it,
when a dragons works up to a good sneeze.
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Okay, i suppose. Though why not? Today was a good day to sing.
for example: a tool, a simple kit for a young man. for him, his first
~
Or there where those who fish, string up three blackened steelheads mush.
~
it was a good day, a day where a green alligator sped past, in a hurry to get to her future.
~
~
~
~
~
Birds competing with the blossom.
Rock chucks burrowing.
Fucking retarded deer waiting for a lions hunting.
~~~~
~
~
Geese today honked as they cursed the Clearwater snow
A day today, another of memory
and tomorrow, to craft the wood into spoons.
for example: a tool, a simple kit for a young man. for him, his first
~
Or there where those who fish, string up three blackened steelheads mush.
~
it was a good day, a day where a green alligator sped past, in a hurry to get to her future.
~
~
~
~
~
Birds competing with the blossom.
Rock chucks burrowing.
Fucking retarded deer waiting for a lions hunting.
~~~~
~
~
Geese today honked as they cursed the Clearwater snow
A day today, another of memory
and tomorrow, to craft the wood into spoons.
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Of neck drawn tight by dramatic thoughts; reside a humorous fancy
Over there upon yonder and below infinity; carries a rider of smiles
Often overlooked; warmth everywhere osage ....
"Okay fucknuts...Poetry?"
Oh, I suppose so.
Outing osage; trading a mind in for sanity
Outraged by the complex and failing to remember the simple levels of life.
Kindred spirits, there outside the glow of sun setting
and trees whispering secrets.
Over there upon yonder and below infinity; carries a rider of smiles
Often overlooked; warmth everywhere osage ....
"Okay fucknuts...Poetry?"
Oh, I suppose so.
Outing osage; trading a mind in for sanity
Outraged by the complex and failing to remember the simple levels of life.
Kindred spirits, there outside the glow of sun setting
and trees whispering secrets.
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Okay, or ok, or OK, or, or... (The sun has a way of tiring the dynamo) it is okay and it is good.
Imagine your eyes being inside another set of eyes. Those eyes which see what you see only you are oblivious to.
A thought: In war and battle humans wear their final clothing before succumbing to the kiss of death. Interesting styles of clothing.
For organized military organizations there is the 'uniform'. For knights of olde there was the abutments of metal armor and chain mail.
Viet Cong had simple cloth of uniform and civilian.
There is a warrior who has not yet died and as far as i know, will never fall. This warrior is male; man who wears this form as the female body dies. A female body dies as this is one of the secrets of life. It is good to confuse a reader.
"No, it is good when you stop blabbing shit."
Not shit parasite, just an observation and realization of experience.
"Horse shit."
*
How many times does a blade draw a red line in the sand as men, women, and children fall to a black shadow. A black shadow of a man wearing a coarse white cotton shirt. Not his original shirt as the man has worn many styles of clothing to match the history of the moment.
You can't see his face as every time you chanced to pierce the blackness surrounding him you would see young, old, bearded, wrinkled, happy, sad, and you would never see his eyes. Nor could you...ever.
In a chair an old witch mouthed her vile shit. Poking. Prodding.
Outside in the world, a blade draws a red line in the sand as men, women, and children fall to a black shadow.
Yes, horses do indeed shit a lot.
Imagine your eyes being inside another set of eyes. Those eyes which see what you see only you are oblivious to.
A thought: In war and battle humans wear their final clothing before succumbing to the kiss of death. Interesting styles of clothing.
For organized military organizations there is the 'uniform'. For knights of olde there was the abutments of metal armor and chain mail.
Viet Cong had simple cloth of uniform and civilian.
There is a warrior who has not yet died and as far as i know, will never fall. This warrior is male; man who wears this form as the female body dies. A female body dies as this is one of the secrets of life. It is good to confuse a reader.
"No, it is good when you stop blabbing shit."
Not shit parasite, just an observation and realization of experience.
"Horse shit."
*
How many times does a blade draw a red line in the sand as men, women, and children fall to a black shadow. A black shadow of a man wearing a coarse white cotton shirt. Not his original shirt as the man has worn many styles of clothing to match the history of the moment.
You can't see his face as every time you chanced to pierce the blackness surrounding him you would see young, old, bearded, wrinkled, happy, sad, and you would never see his eyes. Nor could you...ever.
In a chair an old witch mouthed her vile shit. Poking. Prodding.
Outside in the world, a blade draws a red line in the sand as men, women, and children fall to a black shadow.
Yes, horses do indeed shit a lot.
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Pillars of basalt resemble the metaphor needed in times like this. Hard as diamond when secure in the bowels of the earth and as fragile as glass when exposed to the suns kiss.
Politicians doing what politicians do. Corporations proving they too are fools. The children growing knowing exactly what they can do even when faced with doing nothing good.
Playing with strings /vibrations and basalt stone. Crossing the clouds. Burying the bones.
Do not look into a mirror reflecting evil intentions. Smile at your victims as they soon follow the course of dust.
Have you ever seen Satan dance? i have, such the creatures trying to kill all the birds, butterflies and rainbows.
God tolerates the placement of disgust and always plays a joke on disbelief with a twist of lemon and the smell of flowers to cut the stench of death.
Today is a special day to exist for reasons beyond control. Today i will soar and laugh, caress the molten core of a planet growing to find its source. All around, all around reason/logic with an appearance by fantasy and emotions humans find so real.
Feeling what it is to be glass and kissed by the sun. To also hold Gods hand.
Politicians doing what politicians do. Corporations proving they too are fools. The children growing knowing exactly what they can do even when faced with doing nothing good.
Playing with strings /vibrations and basalt stone. Crossing the clouds. Burying the bones.
Do not look into a mirror reflecting evil intentions. Smile at your victims as they soon follow the course of dust.
Have you ever seen Satan dance? i have, such the creatures trying to kill all the birds, butterflies and rainbows.
God tolerates the placement of disgust and always plays a joke on disbelief with a twist of lemon and the smell of flowers to cut the stench of death.
Today is a special day to exist for reasons beyond control. Today i will soar and laugh, caress the molten core of a planet growing to find its source. All around, all around reason/logic with an appearance by fantasy and emotions humans find so real.
Feeling what it is to be glass and kissed by the sun. To also hold Gods hand.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
there is something to be said
when walking barefoot across the Universe
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all those sharp rocks remind me of
memories.
when walking barefoot across the Universe
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all those sharp rocks remind me of
memories.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Viral video shows Dodgers fan catch a foul ball with his bare hand while carrying a baby — without spilling his beer
News
there has been a lot of talk lately about men. Men who say they are female. Females who say they are men. The above headline is inspirational for what is truly a REAL man...
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Men are simple creatures as they are male.
Gifted with the Y chromosome show they are able to do what a female could never do, or can...
Their X makes them sensitive and gossip while their Y kicks ass
They die younger than women because of what they do to live, they understand...
Give a man a battle, a fight...
Give him something to protect and expand and most will and can.
A real man will never retreat, debate, cry, kneel to evil, as a real man understands...
Real men love their women and children, they will never abandon them.
A real man will provide for his family no matter how hard the world makes it for them, they will die trying until the very end.
Thank God there are women , real women.
Thank God there are men, real men.
Together they make a better world.
News
there has been a lot of talk lately about men. Men who say they are female. Females who say they are men. The above headline is inspirational for what is truly a REAL man...
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Men are simple creatures as they are male.
Gifted with the Y chromosome show they are able to do what a female could never do, or can...
Their X makes them sensitive and gossip while their Y kicks ass
They die younger than women because of what they do to live, they understand...
Give a man a battle, a fight...
Give him something to protect and expand and most will and can.
A real man will never retreat, debate, cry, kneel to evil, as a real man understands...
Real men love their women and children, they will never abandon them.
A real man will provide for his family no matter how hard the world makes it for them, they will die trying until the very end.
Thank God there are women , real women.
Thank God there are men, real men.
Together they make a better world.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Status Report: 5 May 2023
Humans are not even close to being ready for space travel. They are at best, suited only for sending probes and satellites up into space to 'see' what's going on. It is doubtful, based on inspecting billions of minds, that the species is anywhere near the level needed. They are primitive and unable even remotely understand even the basic fundamentals of peace and logic.
It is therefore recommended that further observation is needed and to allow the species to destroy itself without any further intervention. Action should be taken though to keep further corruption by the other twenty four species trying to manipulate the humans into becoming a pawn in their games. To this the the recommendation is to maintain absolute control through the appropriate channels.
The program you initiated is rated as 97% failure thus leading to this assessment.
As a result of this study, there should be no introduction of the new genetic material for at least 2000 more earth years. Survival rate probability comes in at .0122%, enough for the new construct, though results show a high probability of complete failure for at least another 50,000- 1,0000,000 million earth years.
" I actually agree with you moron."
Thanks.
Humans are not even close to being ready for space travel. They are at best, suited only for sending probes and satellites up into space to 'see' what's going on. It is doubtful, based on inspecting billions of minds, that the species is anywhere near the level needed. They are primitive and unable even remotely understand even the basic fundamentals of peace and logic.
It is therefore recommended that further observation is needed and to allow the species to destroy itself without any further intervention. Action should be taken though to keep further corruption by the other twenty four species trying to manipulate the humans into becoming a pawn in their games. To this the the recommendation is to maintain absolute control through the appropriate channels.
The program you initiated is rated as 97% failure thus leading to this assessment.
As a result of this study, there should be no introduction of the new genetic material for at least 2000 more earth years. Survival rate probability comes in at .0122%, enough for the new construct, though results show a high probability of complete failure for at least another 50,000- 1,0000,000 million earth years.
" I actually agree with you moron."
Thanks.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Stoppered all I was. Nearby ya stanced...
Oh sure...eh eh, what what...
Just a wee one. A teeny, weeny, winny, wind...
Or, did ya see?"
Oh sure...eh eh, what what...
Just a wee one. A teeny, weeny, winny, wind...
Or, did ya see?"
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Jerusalem Post Science
Asteroid the size of 6 Darth Vaders to pass Earth on Star Wars Day - NASA
A. Jews have a wonderful sense of humor
B. NASA is retarded
C.Elvis is still alive
D.All of the above
(D) D is the correct answer. And Luke? I...Am... Yoooour... Fathhhher....
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I was asked if I ever have witnessed the devastation of a nuclear war. Why would they ask that if they already knew the answer?
The answer of course is yes...
Some advice for the followers of the Moon god... Don't fuck with Israel. Trust me on that. Of course, you will and you will not like the results.
Having said that, potassium iodide is not bad to have in the bunker, along with cases of spam.
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it is no wonder to want to wander as if each was an experience of the first kind.
kind of gets old when with just a simple touch of vibrations it all comes crashing back again
of doubts there are none
gets to the point though, always the point
old.
so old now and yet younger than the coming of so many universes.
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i like the pages turning as they never have stopped, just the speed of choices have been made so calming
Peace
and Quiet
it never grows stale, this gift called, Life.
The answer of course is yes...
Some advice for the followers of the Moon god... Don't fuck with Israel. Trust me on that. Of course, you will and you will not like the results.
Having said that, potassium iodide is not bad to have in the bunker, along with cases of spam.
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it is no wonder to want to wander as if each was an experience of the first kind.
kind of gets old when with just a simple touch of vibrations it all comes crashing back again
of doubts there are none
gets to the point though, always the point
old.
so old now and yet younger than the coming of so many universes.
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i like the pages turning as they never have stopped, just the speed of choices have been made so calming
Peace
and Quiet
it never grows stale, this gift called, Life.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Fizzy pop.
Boom boom.
Zinger.
Whoopsy.
Words of the past while giving way to words of the future, and for what?
Kids say, "cool, awesome, bad, fuck"
Adults simmer and try to relive their past.
It is fun to write about humans
Even more fun to walk on their bodies buried in cemeteries while watching spiders spin their webs on tombstones
As the old saying goes, it's a gas.
Boom boom.
Zinger.
Whoopsy.
Words of the past while giving way to words of the future, and for what?
Kids say, "cool, awesome, bad, fuck"
Adults simmer and try to relive their past.
It is fun to write about humans
Even more fun to walk on their bodies buried in cemeteries while watching spiders spin their webs on tombstones
As the old saying goes, it's a gas.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Lets get this straight... An outhouse. A privy. A shit hole.
It evokes the spells of spiders, the webs of glimmer
and then
there is the toilet paper.
and so,
the inspiration.
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Fucking
Written by: A cloud
I fucked a bolt of lightning today
.
Just to hear the thundering moan of bliss
.
She came again and again
.
and now I wait as she comes again.
It evokes the spells of spiders, the webs of glimmer
and then
there is the toilet paper.
and so,
the inspiration.
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Fucking
Written by: A cloud
I fucked a bolt of lightning today
.
Just to hear the thundering moan of bliss
.
She came again and again
.
and now I wait as she comes again.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
ah.....! Crap...
it happened again.
it happened again.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Tweaking and twisting he was. He. Him. Male. Masculine. A warrior. A devious devil.
Came from inside where he resides, sometimes allowed to be mischievous.
He flicks titty and licks passion on his way.
Playing tricks and treating himself to whatever he want to be his
and last night?
Agent Barton(s): check your nest of missiles where they lay, secure, protected, but not from me.
You see, i like to play
and dance
with a grin
last night there were some changes made...
A better color, a better hue, and a sound so sweet as humanity will scream.
Came from inside where he resides, sometimes allowed to be mischievous.
He flicks titty and licks passion on his way.
Playing tricks and treating himself to whatever he want to be his
and last night?
Agent Barton(s): check your nest of missiles where they lay, secure, protected, but not from me.
You see, i like to play
and dance
with a grin
last night there were some changes made...
A better color, a better hue, and a sound so sweet as humanity will scream.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
And so there it is. A lot of words thus far and yet not even started before the beginning, which means not twisted words of delusion...nay, for inside a monsters heart there was never ever a beginning and so never an ending part.
Vibrations.
Pictures.
Why would so many called this, illusions.
Yes, there's more...it is never ending.
Never
Ever
there is.
There is that itch, there, high above the back
Scaled shield of battles past
Scarred with pride and healed with humility.
Yes... Indeed and forever more...it is never ending.
Never
Ever
there always is.
Vibrations.
Pictures.
Why would so many called this, illusions.
Yes, there's more...it is never ending.
Never
Ever
there is.
There is that itch, there, high above the back
Scaled shield of battles past
Scarred with pride and healed with humility.
Yes... Indeed and forever more...it is never ending.
Never
Ever
there always is.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
4 cows: 1 white faced 3 black\ running from wolves.
The sun quartered its fractures, even now to feel the energies spent.
The far side.
A new King
Laughing corgi's
Sad in a way, to see them deny.
Fortitude and fortune abound
a piece of peace so calming
today was a good day to blink.
The sun quartered its fractures, even now to feel the energies spent.
The far side.
A new King
Laughing corgi's
Sad in a way, to see them deny.
Fortitude and fortune abound
a piece of peace so calming
today was a good day to blink.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Jeremy got high
soaring down the White Bird canyon
above clouds blue and gray.
Looked his soul head-on, in an oh so familiar way...
There outside this very minute
a feather
a feather small and gray
In Jeremy his soul was flying free as a bird
Such goodness inside
If only he knew.
soaring down the White Bird canyon
above clouds blue and gray.
Looked his soul head-on, in an oh so familiar way...
There outside this very minute
a feather
a feather small and gray
In Jeremy his soul was flying free as a bird
Such goodness inside
If only he knew.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
silky soft such sensations satin
So silly, so sumptuous
sending shivering skin
southward
(inset pictures of a naked angel)
See?
Sewn so stretches seem so, so, far away.
So silly, so sumptuous
sending shivering skin
southward
(inset pictures of a naked angel)
See?
Sewn so stretches seem so, so, far away.