Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

(music playing in the background: Rain mixed with violin.)
Love

It appears as dirt; soil of something.
At distance the color is that of space missing stars
Up close, so very close, you can smell the richness
the life
soul
window to God.
....
and if God so wanted...
Damn it!
Golly darn gosh.
...
as with a gaze
a whisper
a thought,\more so than memories.
..
it never
ever
goes away.
.

[Lipinski]

Lobster smothered in mayo and placed haphazardly on fresh bread. Wow. (sigh) Burp.
***
How do people read?
Sure, the mechanics of, A,B,C, come into play and people know of verbs, nouns, and adjectives, but how do they read?

Texts are devoid of emotion. "You're fired." A text might show in writing but how does the reader interpret?

"I don't work so it is not me being fired."

Or

"I'm fired? I've worked my ass off for this shitty company for 35 years. Those fuckers."

Or

"This is not the soft core porn I was hoping to read."

Or

If God wrote you a letter how would you read it? By this i mean, would it mean something to you?
***

Hello
It is good.
It is very good.
It will always be good.

[Lipinski]

Fun words; Foist and fursta

Some words that were once common are now delegated to the scrap pile.

"He foist his opinions upon the readers until the day he was executed for his deadly lies." Is now replaced with, "He used his opinions upon the readers..." or "He was a lying prick until the day he died."

Foist. Fun word.

Now as for fursta. That's a fucked up word to describe a small boat propelled by oars and a a sail.
"Margareta, have you see where I anchored my fursta?"

Fursta. A fucked up fun word.

And now, to foist upon the mind some more Fall bullshit.
***

The sun tipped its hat this morning; Jack Frost starting to stretch his arms.
He snores you know, Jack Frost, or maybe you didn't know it?
I heard him last night, there below a moon full of blue cheese
Vibrating with every beam of light
telling the world he is coming.

"Not today though," the sun smiled
"Today is a another good day to work."
And tomorrow? Tomorrow is the same, though Jack is now wide awake
Planning to turn pumpkins orange and cause green leaves to tremble.

Fall is here now
Frost is coming
And an old man smiles knowing nature truly is something to behold.

[Lipinski]

Yeah, I suppose Poseidon was a decent deity. Played with water and fish. Looked good for someone playing with slime but does that compare in inspiration to paranoia?

I mean, imagine the package open at the bottom, contents looked through to match the manifest and then a sample. You know, to be sure something 'bad' was being shipped...OR, added. Add a bit of this and a bit of that and then the test of physiology goes towards a trend of best.

Then to check the pantry shelves to check on the math regarding glass breakage in a coming earthquake, of course that would just be paranoia.

Agent Barton. You have no idea about it and what it will do next. Unless though, you can read my mind and good luck with that.

***

Fun Times

Paranoia
Intelligence
Data.

What is watching who and who is listening to that while that what is better than something...(insert solid lines____________________________)

[Lipinski]

did you see that parasite?

"What?" the parasite was actually startled.

never mind. you did not miss much.

"you're a weird one for sure."

yes. I agree.

[Lipinski]

Agent Barton. You had fun today so tonight it is fair play. Make sure you lock the gates and doors tonight in North Dakota. What fun it will be.

Secondly, wow...Just, wow...
***

So Putin has nukes named Satan. Appropriate though Satan does not condone nor support the use of the name. Satan loves to hide in plain site and let God get all the blame. When the nukes glow, Satan will be definitely pointing fingers and saying, "If God is so loving why did he allow such pain and suffering?" Happened before, will happen again.

Now, to lighten the mood.

The Study of Shit

Written by: Some toilet paper

A digestive tract shows the trails of life.
Hair and bone fill a coyotes scat
Soy cake and carrots fill a democrats upper intestines
Beer and pretzels fill a republicans ass.

Fish and whales let loose with nary a bubble
Birds love to paint cars white
So many creatures alive taking a dump.

Shit
a lot of crap
while parasites relish the poo and laugh.

But what about aliens?
Remember years ago when I wrote about Radar rolling in glowing green shit?
Well, those aliens are back.

Tricky bastards, always trying to get a laugh
Playing with the radio, the lights, the dogs...
and you should see and smell their shit.

Revenge is best served when least expected
To tip toe up to their ship with a paper bag filled with fresh crap...
Light the bag on fire and bang on the hull
Run like hell towards safety while they open the hatch
and laugh, laugh, laugh.

[Lipinski]

Nostrils flaring due to the labor of breathing. Little wonder that the horse adorned for battle only hours ago now appeared out of breath and laboring to stay alive.

This horse has many names. Lightning, thunder, Koltron, Melignor, Cause. Today the horse is named Death.

A large battle indeed. Death bore the charge as if he would never die. His rider roaring the battle cry of eons of spilled blood. Only now the rider was dead, killed by forces unable to die, only to feel pain.

Death calmed as his heartbeat settled. His breathing became easier and his demeanor almost docile. His head bending to nibble some fresh grass not tainted by gore or maggots.

[Lipinski]

Fantasy is fantasy if the reader knows it is fantasy, but what if fantasy is not fantasy. What if fantasy is real? (six times mentioning fantasy. Almost sounds like Kamala Harris is writing this shit)

Regardless of how many times the word fantasy is written the question remains, what if it is not fantasy?

So writer/reader, the following happened today. Is it fantasy or reality? You decide as you won't believe me anyway. I'll just be accused of lies, gaslighting, bullshitting, or my favorite, suffering from mental illness.
****

It was a ferry convention today, or is it a metaphor for a gathering of fairies? What did you see today in your mind? Ferry or fairies?

Four ferries/fairies.

There was a living man named Tomato Tom. Talked about the Bible and divining wands. Uses them to find gold. Oh yes indeed, gold under the very feet the tomatoes take root deep. Along with the corn, the melons, the peach.

The young lad looked annoyed when asked for a piece of paper to add the items when he was actually a math wizard unlike me, a wizard which cannot adhere to Earth math as the answers defy. Take the spark for example, 144444.4
What would a math wizard make of that number with his fucking acute memory?

Now Tom talked of UFO's and wanted to dress in camo and to be specific, unleash hell in the form of a .12 gauge shotgun loaded with 3.5" slugs or 00 buckshot to deflate the balloons he sees.

There was an announcement the dragon arrived at the post office. Imagine that? A real dragon...golly gee willickers.

And Nellie. she made the news. Still swimming around i see.

Fantasy? Reality? But wait, there's more.

The key was stored behind the window in the chicken coop, It was shiny and new and didn't fit any lock seen. Jeff said he'll be here day after tomorrow. And then, there at the spring, a trail up to where there was sex and 'things'.

God played another round with another round...going round and round and now salsa? With peppers? And lobster? Shit that's insane?

Give the devil the due evil needs. Prick. Bastard. Retarded in civility and name. Tried again today as did he, the apple faced , black eyes of death leering at me.

Too many women on the planet today. A balance out of whack what with that monthly pool of blood and busting at the seams.

Fantasy? Reality? But wait, there's more.

Bought a hot tub. Wood fired. Cedar. "Almost heaven," they say. Gonna talk to the snow and make real friends with snowflakes.

As for the rat? He died not from the traps (too smart for that) Died though, of gluttony.

Now, this is where i lose you all as none of you can understand what goes on under your very feet. Barefoot? Good. Naked? Even better. Asleep? Ah yes, now you can see...

Death holds no sway. Life is always. God is and always will be.

Now the real question. Rohon or HP?

[Lipinski]

Air Canada passengers kicked off flight for refusing to sit on vomit-covered seats If anyone suffers from writers block they just pick a headline. The opportunities for writing are endless.
***

Burp

By: Bag It Bucko

The light was dim in an already dark alley.
New York I believe. A joint down near 43rd and State called the, Dirty Prick. He stood next to the light post inhaling a drag of danger.

"Hey buddy, got a light?" A small nerdy type, probably a neutered male office drone. Stuck in a cubicle for the day and a small box apartment at night. He was now in the wide open stench of a dark alley

"Yeah. Sure. Here ya go," and with a click of the Bic another smoker gained a smile.

Smiling is needed in New York. A dismal disaster of social engineering had reduced the city once known for ticker-tape parades after warriors returned from war, to a now dark pit of Hell.

"Cool night huh?" The benefactor of flame was trying to make chit-chat with a man now turning to go off into the darkness. The man walking away limped as if hurt.

"Hey buddy, you okay?" There was no answer, only the stench of vomit now drying below the street light. There were spots of dark blood mixed with decay.

[Lipinski]

Have you ever watched Judge Judy on the television? OMG (or) LOL (or) damn...

People are fucked up.

"Your honor, I let him stay at my house for ten years and he left owing me $20. He took my cat, Fluffy. Your honor, I'm pissed off."

(an now to insert what I think the Judge should reply with)

"Fluffy? There is a cat involved? Is this true Bob? Did you take Fluffy?"

Bob looked very much like a dork that mated with a turd. His reply was, "Your honor, the sex was consensual."

"I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about Fluffy. Did you take Fluffy?"

"Yes your honor. I took her because the bitch owes me $20.)

The judge replied in anger, "There will not be any fucking profanity in my court. Got that asshole?"

~

Thank goodness there is ice cream.

The parasite smiled and chimed in, "Fucking A skippy. This stuff is fantastic.!"

[Lipinski]

Florida 3-legged bear invades screened-in patio of home, raids refrigerator, drinks White Claw hard seltzers
Teenager's reaction to seeing bear outside home: 'Oh my God, look at him'
***

Da Bears

Written by one of Goldilocks bastard children

"Yeah. Fer sure. Da bears were nice when they found me sleeping the bed. Nice and comfy that bed was. And the porridge was just right. Not too hot, not too cold."

"Now, let me tell ya. Dem bears were a scuffy lot. Papa bear liked pygmy deer porn and mama bear, she liked papa bear eating pygmy porn stars. And baby bear was no baby at all. Little bastard liked to smoke weed and drink beer. Not any beer mind y, he drank the woosy drinks like Zima and Bud Light."

The parasite just woke up from a nap and heard some yammering and decided to check out the conversation about bears. "Who the fuck are you?" The parasite does not mince words as it questioned the story teller.

"I am Gertrude, ninth daughter of Goldilocks. I speak now about da bears. And who be you ya purple blob of weirdness?"

"I am the parasite. Writers parasite to be specific. Why are you talking about bears?" Obviously the parasite had not read the inspirational headline. The parasites head was still full of sleepy juice.

Interesting dialogue. The parasite got bored and waddled off to watch Woody Harrelson coach some crazy kid society deems as, retards.

"So, as I was saying. Da bears like to unwind after a hard day of doing nothing so they sometimes raid random homes and scare the shit out of the occupants."

The End.
*

"Hey numbnuts?"

Yes parasite?

"Can we keep her?"

No.

"Please! Pretty please?"

(sigh) I will humor you and ask you why?

"Cuz she knows da bears and da bears have honey! Fresh delicious honey."

Okay then we can keep her.

[Lipinski]

If Artificial Intelligence was designed and implemented by retarded human the bey defacto is AI retarded?

Furthermore, if retarded aliens were behind AI then is AI also retarded?

"Get a fucking life moron. Years and years of gobbley gook and you still act the age of three."

Four parasite, four.

"Whatever, you're retarded."

I rest my case.

[Lipinski]

It had been a hard watch standing the helm to try and steer the ship through a gale. With main sail showing a sign of how the wind can be brutal the coxswain swore tired profanity just below the threshold of the bosun on duty.

"Son a mothers whore. This ship ain't fit for no man." It felt good to swear and to start to feel the comfort of warm blood returning to his arms and hands.

"What say ye there man. Speak loudly. Are ye complaining about the day?" The bosun was a seasoned veteran of the sea. He had seen man borne into being a true sailor from the harsh reality of the oceans and he had witnessed men turn to tit suckling children; suited better to dry land farming than to sail with real men.

"No bosun. Nothing to say cept to make comment on how pleasant this day turned to be."A wise man keeping his wits about him.

The bosun smiled to himself. He knew this man. A decent fellow who stood to task without failure. He knew the man did well with the now memory of gale and wave.

Turning to go the bosun told the tired sailor, "Go below and tell your relief to get his candy ass topside and assume his duties. I'll fill for ye. Oh, and tell Barker to check the slaves in the hold. Judging by the screaming during the storm I fear some have clung to death.

"Aye bosun," and with that said the tired man retired to food and rack. It was just another day of life and death traveling the slave route from Africa to the East coast of America.

[Lipinski]

"Whee! (zing,zip, zap)WheeWheeeeeeWeee!"

Hey parasite?

"Yeah numb nuts." Currently the parasite was eating miso soup with fresh salmon. Yummy shit.

Did you leave the genie out of the bottle again?"

"Yeah. He had to scratch his balls. Been a thousand years or so, so what the biggie. So I let him out."

Okay. Well you're responsible for his mess.

"What ever..." (Munch munch slurp)

[Lipinski]

Just doodled another picture. It is a conglomeration of about ten billion other pictures begging to be drawn.

Calmed the mind.

Failure.

Loser.

A black actor with a water sign.

But enough foolishness. Today two preying mantis ladies fought. One bit the head off the other.

Jeremy denied the test.

A Jet boar reality show...Ha! You should see what she does at the Silver Dollar Bar.

Morocco and a bing triangle. Lateral

Beowulf? Okay i suppose.

Disjointed only means it is free from the binding constrictions of firm adherement.Silly. Silly. Click.

(another picture of a monster)

In the distance Thor howls. Not so much the hammer it seems, rather pleasant though his guard.

Tonight to kick Nietzsche's ass.

[Lipinski]

Congrats Paul, there can never be too much of it.

Thor is nutso tonight, as well should he
he was there today to dance with the wind.
***

Thor

There was a time there on the high lands of home
tending cattle and sheep,
"He Ipe!"
"He Ipe Thor, Ya"

Lackluster
of late, in need of corgi glory
To prove to a world
he exists.

Is it the head of beast, this steel teeth head, this dragon
Belching hot exhaust and twisting side-to-side
A job to do!
Woof!

In a circle he ran, chasing the beasts head the best that he can, and success?
Hardly, as the tracks are endless as he tries to bite it
in a bit of conflict as his prey contains his master.

An excavator munching on cherries
Thor's eyes shining
and tonight tired by my side smiling
an acknowledgment of thanks.

[Lipinski]

“There are many reasons vessels are attacked by sharks, but the motivations of these sharks is unclear," he said.

it, he, she, they. them, those, and the others.

Today to ponder. Not anything deep mind-you. Just a sea of sky and dreams.
Oft asked this wonder; how can it be?
Inside deep. So fucking deep. Beneath even the very ponder.

And there, before your eyes you see me.
Nothing grande of sort even close to shining
A glow of
burning embers.

What then this motivation beyond such mundane stories of love and understanding?
If then the chasm itself cracked hell asunder, what chance this merry dance some may ask.
then to remind them, to tell a world of a story so powerful it is being written as the clock speaks.

Here then the comfort of sorrow,
as in the light glows such joy and happiness, the shadow comforts the sadness of pain
i always will walk the desert forever, and in forever remembering such a moment of bliss.

[Lipinski]

The three-year-old was on a mission. A very serious mission. A mission so serious it involved reinforcements.

For this youngster nutrition was needed and thus the first part of the mission; Infiltrate, blend with, and consume as much as possible once the obstacle of getting the fridge open.

A worthy goal for one so determined. Timid walk mixed a spotty courage, the seeker gained contact with the smooth faux retro Walmart refrigerator.

Then, without warning, an ambush!

Retreat was futile as the attack involved laughter and tickling as the mother picked up and cut short the mission of her child.

[Lipinski]

Paganini...Ah sw33t! Music to my ears and soul.

Fresh peaches perfectly ripe and split in two. Served with melting vanilla ice cream.

Orff just being a cute better while his sister Ladonna wiggles that request.

Thor is in doggy jail. Little pisser. Smart and loyal though.

Congrats Jeremey and Hanna. A great adventure filled with laughter and tears.

Today to talk to a man of airplanes. A roof. Busy bees getting ready for winter.

A comet, go figure? What a rush and then there is the Wind.

So the inspiration comes now from what is.
***

Some feeling a world with nothing more than regret.
To imagine something so real only to find reality can be worse than it really is.

How do you say it? This concept of a spoken language called, words?
Yes indeed, there are a lot.

From lofty thoughts of actions so bold and grand
To crash as if a fledgling birds into tall grass that should instead look small below their feet.

It was good today, watching the stubble burn and a lady bearing water as her mind gets weak.

More words today.
No shortage even silence is filled with the sweet violin music while dogs rest with dogs, (grin)
feet.

And so, today is indeed a good day to be.

[Lipinski]

"Peaches!"

What's wrong with you now parasite?

"Peaches!"

Have you been talking with Matt again?

"Peaches!"
***

Conjunction or conjecture
with a question mark thrown in.

Quibble or Quid pro quo
no...No...Wait for it...

Indeed!
His in his drama and head while a world()s swerves like a drunk looking for a wreak.

And do you smell that? That is bread rising, and there, dog piss.
While outside the planets glow
all the meanwhile thinking of Matt yelling, "Peaches!"

[Lipinski]

Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence drag queen arrested for allegedly masturbating in public in broad daylight

What a boring headline. A 'shocker'. Wow, who'd a thunk? Since it is boring as the story currently is, lets try writing about masturbation in a new way.

****

the Universal Construct of the year, DD143 showed an Earth now secure in religious control. The entire world now lived in harmony and free from sin.

"Bless you brother Clyde,"sister Theresa said to a companion in faith.

"Bless you too sister Theresa."

There was no more war. No more murder. Serenity ruled the land. Everyone lived in harmony.

Sex was a bond of physical and emotional. Marriage was a norm, celibacy was a norm. Such actions as masturbation was no longer needed.

Such a wonderful place Earth had become. A haven of law and order mixed with artistic freedom of expression. Even those once deemed as aliens were now in open communion with the citizens.

However, deep in the bowels beneath what was once the main hall of a university named Harvard, there was a dark room filled with the throbbing tempo of also what was once the main dance music thousands of years ago. Music called Disco.

The room was not empty, a body sat there in front of a flickering screen showing a scene of raw power. There was the sound of moaning, and screaming. The body was rubbing itself in a very sensitive area between the legs.

Lest you become confused the pictures flickering on the screen was an ancient movie called, Mad Max. Sitting in the chair watching was a robot masturbating in front of the flickering light. The robot was very aroused as it stimulated the transition zone bringing into play the sensations of pleasure and pain. It seemed very attracted to a loud black smoke belching semi truck covered in crazed humans.

[Lipinski]

And now, a fireside chat with a madman.

Written by:holy fuck!

Now it has come to me the attention of such
as such and henceforth
my attention.
a spider i see as the bite sucks sweet. hanging there...watching...listening
and it seems just yesterday an eagle soaring by said, "See!"
~
~
~
then the birds said, "See?"
so much talk and banter

~
~ but last night? shitre, godamn!
Such the language; nuances of bitter and extreme
0444 with such a bark by the family of five
the owl returned..."OOH OOH!'
with such the intent of capitalize
and the laughter?
the appeal?
HaH! hAh~
a good and great day to fly.

[Lipinski]

wow
just...
wow.

[Lipinski]

and now chanting...
ah yes,
chanting.

enchanted; such the octave.

men who together thrung though thring brings frustration

enticing?

Indeed! (note to self: a bit of exclamation of something seen in a dream)

it is real you know...

if you sing to God giving of a voice the direct reflection of God's voice...

to hear with the whole body, the harmony (the mere shadow of peace)

you could write about it for eternity.

(another note to self: it is something...and, and, and... ((thud))

and tonight another dream cumming.

[Lipinski]

no. no it is not.
it is not logical nor much of a fantasy
and that bit about dancing with black walnut is absolute horseshit.

So what is new? A total stranger never met called me brother. He is 62 she is 40 and the son is 2. They have a wonderful dream coming.

Jeremy is getting ready to move his family to an ocean and high humidity.

Glenn looked like a mouse getting its foot caught in a trap.

Joe wanted to keep the pallet jack and he could have years ago if only he paid $50 buck.

Thought today about the eternal warrior. A man (definitely not nor ever was/is/or will be, a woman)

The man does not believe in good or evil. He does not believe in kings, queens, of any form of government.

The man does not believe in mercy or any understanding of right or wrong.

He kills without regard to any emotions.

He is very good at killing. A master of arms. Talents of physical combat. And he cannot be killed.

Is the warrior someone you'd want to meet? Probably not. Would one want him as ally? Probably not.

It is best to try and destroy the man completely as everything can be destroyed, even an eternal warrior.

So, how to best defeat what cannot be defeated?

(to be continued.)

[Lipinski]

"Have fun dickhead, you've earned it."

Yes I have parasite. Most definitely.
***

A story about a man who is a destroyer and cannot be killed. How best then to defeat him?

First some perspective. To write about a character there must be a relationship, a connection, and and with such there needs to be basic knowledge. Imagine a fish writing about a human? Much easier to understand a human writing about a fish.

i write now not for humans nor fish. What i write is a story. A very long and old story. How it is read depends on the species reading.

The Milky Way is a small galaxy, it contains a couple of billion suns accompanied with billions of planets. A tiny galaxy much like a grain of sand in a bucket of sand. Infinity comes to mind. So many uncountable galaxies, so many readers and life sharing in the words.

So much Life it makes a human mind hurt. A music so loud and powerful
even the deaf can hear.

If this story was written on Earth then the reader already 'understands' it is about a killer which cannot die and has no emotions. Another old story and thus for a knowledgeable reader, "Boring, so it better have a great twist or I've just wasted my time reading this shit."

If you're human than understand this. The man is the killer. He cannot die. What then comes to mind? Using your imagination do you picture the man as black or white? Young or old? Tall or short? Are you using your imagination to mix the reality of a everyday killer with your inner consciousness having fun?

To write a story there obviously must be a plot. To find the answer to as how he can be stopped there must be background. This is now the part of the most obvious first question would be, "Is the man mentally ill?" or "Is the man a religious nut?" or "Is the man real or fantasy? " or "I need a pizza." (not really about the pizza, i mean what kind of fucking nut would want pizza.)

Lets speed it up. The question needing to first be asked would be, is the man human? Is the man not of Earth?

The answer is obvious for the story. The man is human and the man is both of Earth and the Universes.

(to be continued)

[Lipinski]

There can be many questions about the character and identity of the killer. If we start to assume the killer is of sound mind and body and actually is eternal...wow. Okay I suppose and then the mind drifts to the thoughts this is another boring story as no man is eternal.

And then... a nagging bit of imagination, or reality, or, or, or...What if it was possible? A killer that cannot die would then mean the killer is alive as we speak? And then if it is possible that he was eternal would that then bring into play God?

Ha! Is that fucked up or what? God/life God/death. Smile/frown (emoji)

This is now where the reader of the story makes more decisions about the characteristics of the killer by now thinking, "This is boring. Religion/God connection. Same old fantasy story."

Fair enough to have a reader tune out with something going against their lives. To be fair those who are religious in whatever faith believes in god, gods, God, God's, are now offended and say, "This is boring and it is pure rubbish."

So now we're back at the question: Is this story fact or fiction? Whattia you think parasite? What will human readers think this story is about?

"Go fuck yourself."

I think I will. Thanks.

(to be continued)

[Lipinski]

You're not gonna believe what happens when God hears/sees, Gods... What fun!

Literally within seconds the sky lit up with two powerful symbols, next a rattlesnake was ever so brave, and finally, broken glass and laughter.

We're on the path to figuring out how to kill a killer.

(to be continued)

[Lipinski]

Another question to get an answer too regarding the character in this story. If it's true that the man has no emotions, no remorse, and is eternal without tasting death then for what purpose?

Why would nature allow such a creature to exist and why?

"You are soooo retarded it makes retards seem normal."

Are you allowed to say that parasite? Aren't you worried about the social recoil for appearing to be cruel calling retards retards?

"No. I worry about running out of potato chips and pygmy porn videos. "

Definitely legitimate reasons. And now a point. If using the word retard to describe retards is 'wrong' represents a condition humans don't enjoy then the question: Why? Maybe the reaction is similar to drowning kittens. A bit unsettling on a normal human stomach.

Anyway, the man exists and yet the question...why? Why here? How long has he been here? Did he just arrive? Does he enjoy pygmy porn?

Everything exists for a reason and has an explanation for being, so why doesn't anyone know about this very obvious man. And also there was a thought of, "Why are you harping about 'the man' 'He'. And why can't he be a woman?

(I do love this shit)

Singular.
One.
One God.
One in being
until two or more are gathered in the name.\
(trust me when saying the snake tonight knew full well what i am up too)
Cactus needles...How fitting.

Against the pushback the man has to be the killer as he is more like God whereas a woman is more like the world with a connection to God.

(to be continued)

(oh shit, it shifted again...Run forest, ruuuuuun!)

[Lipinski]

Great gobs of bat doo doo!
You sure have a point...two in fact.
Tiny
Teeny
Weeny

"Snap out of it dude. You don't make any sense."

No parasite, fully aware and laughing my ass off.

"If only."

***

i was told not too. to keep the order and command
i was told not too so i resist.
as to the story dealing with the mundane of personal identity, there too is not a care.

Picturing a character of your choosing. Putting your creative juices set to lubricate a beginning and an ending.

So, if such a man could exist and is and always will be, with such coldness of emotions
warmed by mischief
there must be
more.