Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

i got into trouble. Easy to do such in a world so primitive in every aspect except hate. Humans are experts at hate.

You may have heard a lot lately about UFO's and such. Reverse engineering (causes a good giggle). What you may not have heard of is those UFO's battling each other. The same 'good versus bad' stuff.

Currently humans lead by humans are allowing a partnership to go against God. Yep, the same God so many don't want to acknowledge even exists.

Not allowed to write more about the eternal killer. Got spanked for that but fuck it, when they lease expect it there will be a lot more written as the story cannot be stopped, it can only be continued.

As for a certain species currently aligned with what some call, 'dark forces', you can never hide nor can you run. No matter how many timelines are consumed. No matter how many choices are made. Amazing how claws can sink the mighty ships of deceit and ambition.

[Lipinski]

Had to try it parasite. A challenge boring but the experiment decided other.

(snoring sounds of the sleeping purple blob known as, writers parasite, filled the air)

Hey parasite. Wake up. I said, waky waky... Hey parasite! Fresh chocolate donuts!

"Huh? Whaa... Donuts! Yeah, whatever. Good for you. Now gimmee them chocolate rings of pleasure."
***

A Beam

Written by: Linear expression

There is nothing to those whose thoughts have surrendered.
If an Oak white and strong; branches singing as they grow
So much life
Life
of.

Of no doubt the attempt at binding with a beam holding ridge
and so i tried
it is and always will be just an altered perception (ha. laughing inside)

Once wearing bark as the tree grew now harvested, sawn, bearing now the great weight.
How strange today, to be a beam.
Even now i can still feel , smell, experience, and remember exactly what it is the tree feels.

[Lipinski]

Fuck it. (kicking back, back fulfilling, and feeling frisky)

Hey parasite. Wake up.

"No."

No what? You're obviously apparent you're awake.

"No. It's obviously apparent you're a nut job."

Whatever. Anyway I wanted you to chime in on what you think regarding writers who are both long-winded with massive sentence overrun boarding upon the ludicrous.?.

"Did I say nutjob? You need therapy."

No. i got it just where i want it.

[Lipinski]

/an ark/

interesting. Fire and flood.

has to be a story in there somewhere.

[Lipinski]

LEts See

today: Written by
good day.

Drinking huckleberry vodka with Shasta diet creme soda
Driving a JD50 in first gear
DUI miles away.

Thinking about love and women
Thought about cheese
Then picked pears before the bears can
Those frisky deer.

Tomorrow it is Ray
Yesterday if was Hell
Today. Today is a good day.
A great day to be.

[Lipinski]

How can we judge the singular?
Plurality seems to be the way.
Though...
when cutting through the bullshit it seems some things never change.
***

Take for example editors of media, books, and dreams.
"Your style is not what we were looking for, better luck next chance."
To offend or please.
Love or hate.
****
Atomic fuel the aliens ask, as if a child eating ice cream knows the food source of the bovine
or
is it the radiation or vibrations?
It makes one think.
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time.
8283
coded where...

"Knock it off!"

What's got your knickers in a bind parasite?

"You really...truly...are...a...retard..."

Thanks!

Africa had another and another and then another while Alaska screams
Texas and even India, and (shit) she did it again

So parasite, why did the chicken cross the road?

"To get the fuck away from you?"

No silly. The chicken crossed the road due to variables such as food source, predators, weather, age, and because chickens have dreams.

[Lipinski]

In the bowels of a Chinese Navy vessel there resides a surprise. A way to lighten the mood. Set the tone. Display the 'oops' factor. Though, not to deprive some U.S. agent Barton's the Pentagon has a surprise residing inside also. What fun.

Remember Elemdorf and the F22? And now Korea plays sailor? You never learn the easy way, always takes a spark to burn into action.

"What are you mumbling about moron? And before I forget, we need more pasta."

How about fresh bread?

"Yeah, that will do. No margarine though. Real butter."

Agreed.
*

Sorry agent Barton. You dug your own grave. If it is any consolation, you can eat the worms. Lots of protein in worms. Just don't eat the glowing ones.
***

Is the body one or is the body all of?
It seems the actions of the few represent the actions of many.
A woman kills her child in the womb while another relishes the gift of bearing life.
Israel builds a new tank. The military salivates.
Penis size and tits.
Athletes foot and scabies.
Old age and death.
Heaven and Hell
Good and Evil
*
Stopping now and reflecting:
A lake deep and cold where monsters dwell; native maiden consumes the warriors soul.
Council fires where elders sit in silence; words are not needed as the smoke swirls while tears fill the old men's eyes.
*
For centuries this planet cold has served a ground for painful pleasures
Killing and devouring
Nourishment and sickness
Vomit, shit, and piss.
*
Some try, they defy the fate of accepted time
Placing faith in a higher being, a higher power
In the end they all die.
*
Who holds the keys to the prison walls while the dove flies in circles being chased by its shadow?
A smile?
A curse?
Tonight is a time for peace and travel with a message to the two coyotes so full of pride and stealth...
tread lightly as it is so easy to be crushed.

[Lipinski]

Barkeep?

"Yessir," a freakishly large man said while tending bar and wiping fresh blood from some wisky glasses.

I be tasking if you might have a light for me pipe.

The bartender knew that in the old times smoking was allowed, but now seemed a bit confused by the request. He replied, "No sir, Ain't no smoking allowed inside. Gotta go outside for that."

Ha! That be just fine anyway. There be a story to say.
****

Bound up so tight there is no air to be lost in space.
Blown a gasket.
POW!
(tick tock, agnet barton, tick tock)

Okay, so today Jesus and I had a fight.
Nothing grand though, more of an education.
"Those not believing will die"

So how about Hinduism or Native?
Will they never see Valhalla?
Will I?

And then we're back with the offer of donations
Give $10 bucks or more and you are rewarded with a gaudy medal of nothing
Bound up so tight there is a pressure building

Can this world hear then, the coming explosion?

[Lipinski]

Now what I really wanted to write about is derived from traveling last night. A most amusing view of a taxi cab driver and his medallion.
***

There is treasure where those to travel
Carrying passengers, lovers, killers...
Vehicles the same in job and color.

"Taxi!"
Shrill and yet in that single word, pleasure.
Can you feel that prick of a pin.

There, on soft skin?
Replaced with a cold smooth surface
A smile.

God, you truly have a wonderful sense of humor.

[Lipinski]

"Hey numbnuts... Wheres the vodka?"

I can't remember.

"Riiiiight."
***
The Merry World of Madness

Written by: mellow

Enter now this merry band
Round-about and back again
With thoughts and words and life.

The VA says crisis line
Drink sips the pain away
A President licks ice cream.

So where did it all go wrong?
Viet-Nam?
World War I?

Radio lit up the air waves
Elvis
A girl at the beach in a thong.

There is comfort in madness
Voice of my own and kind
Dancing in darkness

With words an intervention
To craft and wind
A second hand spinning far past the spring of madness.

[Lipinski]

Sun drenched.
Bathed in salty sweat.
Thinking of water.

Sweet cloud nectar
Moist dew drops of salvation
Dry bones complaining with a rattle, waiting for raindrops to fall.

[Lipinski]

Defiant until the body can no longer move
You can tell the age by the actions
With eyes burning coals of eternal rebellion.

There is a reason God plays games with emotions
To feel
To experience
To be able.

No matter how hard this world and others try to hold command
i will still be alive swimming in their ashes.

[Lipinski]

Bought a Llardo, 'free as a butterfly,' for $20.
Sitting on the window next to a dead fly.
i like looking at it.
***

Hey parasite, wanna help write about the following headline?

"No."

Just thought i'd ask.
***
Famed crocodile expert pleads guilty to bestiality, possessing child abuse material, and animal abuse; had 'torture room'

So writers, what would you be inspired by the above headline?

So many choices.

This is what it made me want to write.

Don't get a blowjob by a vampire, it only makes you want to drive a stake through its heart.

[Lipinski]

Ha!

"You still awake? Aren't old people supposed to go beddy bye and dream of prune juice."

Ever have prune juice parasite?

"No."

Tastes tangy and good.
***

Just read about druids. What a crock of shite.
Sacrifices.
Prophecy.
Magic.
Not supposed to write about shit.
Well, fuck that.
Remember the eternal killer? Not supposed to write about the alien identity?
No?
Good, because now inspired by some truth about druids very few can remember or know about.

1. It is in the song of the heart that the magic lays. Each beat shows a complete story filled with choice and actions.
2. A woman holds the key to what no man can unlock.
3. Power not in numbers as symbols are a clouded mirrors reflection. The power is in the thought of numbers.
4. Ah yes, four, a favorite of mine.
5. Prophecy is only fulfilled when man knowingly runs away from such.
6. There is something to be said about chocolate chips cookies filled with more than earthly trust.
7. (later)
8. The fucking wind tries to get me mad. So mad it sucks up the world, only to expel gut busting laughter
9. God is a druid.
10. Soft memories are what are remembered leaving the memory of war to subside until it is needed again.

[Lipinski]

"You're in a good mood this morning numbnuts, did God let you win a round in poker?"

Yep. How'd you know?

"Uh, duh?"

Wanna have fun today?

"Nah. Got to visit a dolphin today off the coast of India."

Be careful of the vibrations.

"Whatever wind bag, whatever..."
***

God let me win a round with a pair of two's last night
Cashing in the chips this morning
There were no cigars or booze or women
Nothing of this world was there
No angels
No Heaven or Hell
The table was a giant black hole filled with light and music
Creations sounds full of vibrations and music
A pair of twos winning over eternity
Taking now the winnings and placing them on the table for all to see
Exposing God's heart as the cards now change into acts of kindness
and a future of Joy coming.

[Lipinski]

When he first regained conscious, the man was a blank slate. A chalkboard fresh and clean waiting for the hand.
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Not blank, no, there can never be nothing.................................................. And then?
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.he remembered the music.....................................a sound of vacuum filled vibrations.........
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i remember now.

[Lipinski]

A little mouse with a broom. Sweeping aside a path leading to.
some
thing. (mental note: mid sized. hair pigmentation white)
~
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Tracking incoming object bearing 090 - wait- 180.0043
Wow.'
Mother
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!~
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!1
The wind was calm as it decided to allow the Eagles to be humble
Two such the talk!
Soaring
Soaring silent now
~
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~!
(mental note: how fucking wonderful such well worth the day)
Now music and strange
Lost in so many worlds
Time is...
Time is a security blanket
for me.

[Lipinski]

there it is again. it drives the car of crazy.
and now
a
story:

Once upon a time there lived a troll under the bridge. A very nice troll that went by the name, Zany.

Now Zany was much more than nice, he was niecest, he was stupendous and, and, and. (thud: medics rush out with ice cream and kicks starts the writer)

Zany was just a pretty fucking fantastic troll that had ever lived under a bridge.

"Okie Dokey then. Howwa there big fellar. You damn well know why"

Can we get ice cream?

"Yes. Come along now."

And ponies?

[Lipinski]

The steel cooled slowly, tip buried in sand. Blacksmith Earl said, "Looks like rain coming."

In a blacksmith shop, rain sizzling off the roof over the forge was pleasant to those hammering their will into iron.

Taking the freshly forged blade, the man drenched the entirety into a wooden tub filled with water. "Yes, this blade will do."

So many weapons lately. The tasks leaned more to the construct of blade, armor, and ball. Very few plowshares or rake.

"When do you think the war will start?" The apprentice was young and hopeful. He knew a war on the kingdom was going to soon start, if it had not already started.

"Worry not Peter, there is always war and there always will be. We will be fine here doing our work."

As the world prepared for another war an asteroid the size of a rich mans castle was aimed directly at those kingdoms all that love to fight.

[Lipinski]

Such a choice. Which would humans choose.
1. Asteroid strike setting the population back to 5000-10000 people on the entire planet.
2. Nuclear annihilation setting the population back to 5000-10000 people on the entire planet.

I think humans should experience both at the same time with maybe five people surviving. Then, as the five people celebrate being alive, they all get struck dead by lightning.

"I agree."

I knew you would parasite.

[Lipinski]

Imagine if every man, woman, and child of capability; experienced a sexual orgasm at the same time.

To climax into a species wide whoopee fest.

Spontaneous. One minute playing with toys, attending a seminar on wheat seeds, preparing to bomb a military base...and then, Ooh, Ahh, Whee!

Better to be inspired by sex than the reality of the shit this species all embraces every minute of every day.

"That's your inspiration for today? Sex and shit? You rock dude. You rock."

Ooh... Ahh... Whee!

[Lipinski]

What is the ultimate weapon a human thinks is powerful?

"Your breath."

No parasite, the answer is, life.

~

For a human the answer is life because they think they can take the life of another.
For others there are many answers
Answers humans may one day come to understand.

(and now a word from our sponsors.)

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Alive time is one, with dreams
Asleep it more than dreams
Inside the dream there is a special dream of a dream of a dream of a dream...

[Lipinski]

Ha! Orff, the corgi pup. Just like his dad, Thor.
Was gonna be inspired by her again when
POW! Orff jumps up to say, hi.

So hello world

i am

no memory

nothing

the wording outside the can says,

sardines

swimming in a school waiting for for a sandwich.

(and yes, you, you are a devious, ((nut busting))

and now,

a shower.

[Lipinski]

Ryan Kiera Armstrong

Are writers inspired by movies/cinema or are actors inspired by literature.

Ryan is a young lady who I instantly enjoyed her acting skills. Actors are characters in a book, they are people, which amazingly all humans are born actors. Actors waiting to write their story so others can watch the story in a movie.
***

Fuck you world.
It feels so good to feel pain and joy
Ripping out a tooth as a child so the old can be replaced by the new.

Fuck you so much world
A world belonging to evil and demons
With interference you intruded on mine.

And so world, prepare to be fucked
Fucked so hard even the cockroaches tremble
Yes indeed, the mild mannered, the sheep, waiting for the wolves to be released.
*

Like it parasite?

"Fuck no. I hate you."

Good. That's the way it should be. Wanna go blow up something?

(the parasite smiled. finally something it could understand.) "Fucking-A-skippy I do. What should blow up? A military base? A satellite? I know, how about the moon?"

Ha! The moon. That piece of orbital shit left by a stardog with three legs. Yes. The moon should blow up, and as an added bonus, the Baltics.

[Lipinski]

"That was fun!"

it was only a taste. it only gets better.
*

War

Boom crash boom
"War!"
Death
Pain
Misery.

Above the smug moon smiles
Pulling strings this way and that
only to trip and fall on its face.

[Lipinski]

Imagine what one can do with a toy... A plush toy.... Cute... Cuddly...
Just imagine.
***

"And there I be," spitting on the ground; spittle aimed at the large ant plodding back to the nest. "I was minding my own business when; there before my very eyes. A woman was laying there naked as can be. She was moaning and stuff."

"I see. So," spitting on the ground; spittle hit the ant that had missed the first round. "So you're telling me you were moaning and naked?"

"Ha1 Are you deaf? I said I saw a naked woman naked. She was moaning and wiggling all around."

The other fellow looked perplexed and then started mumbling to himself and slogged off the scene, "Did he say naked? Or was he naked? Or, or, or..."
***
And so, Zoey Felix. This is for you. Rest in peace.

Mickel Cherry: Measured. Weighed.
attention of my kind is not pleasurable.

The buttons pushed are grande
A fire just full of tingling
and tonight

Visiting a dream tonight Cherry

...

for you there will be no peace.

[Lipinski]

Set up a booth on the street?

Take off the pumps and fine clothes and they'll answer you.
***

three candles around a butterfly
one burned low and slow
one burned strong and fast
one burned an entire world

what now inspires a deranged thought?
the sea?
the night?
greed?

on folded wing to stand tall on exposed palms
an angel intervenes

glimmering stabs of flame
piercing the peace of darkness

exposing what it is like
to be
insane.

[Lipinski]

talk of sex brings back memories.
a shower of sorts.

so to sort it all out
i am inspired by the challenge of libraries.

i am in a bit of a conundrum .
you see i can write what is real and what is not real.
i can write.

Whee!
So what will it be?
What is real?
What is not real?

So,
what \if?

What if i write and let the reader decide?
Wonderful!
it is as it should be.
***

Alexander had a library where the volumes old were written about older times.
Europe
India..
Aztec.
Egyptian.
Atlantis.

Why just the other day, sitting on a bench of such smooth marble
The air was sweet, like a Spring grove in bloom.
Enjoying the breeze
and then
there sitting beneath me I watched Plato write.

[Lipinski]

something about cheese curds...

"Did you say you were a turd?"

no. cheese curds microwaved for 5 seconds, turned over and nuked for 5 more seconds.
Deelicious!

"No, you're definitely a turd."

Where are those cheese curds?
***

She built a perch for chickens out of bark covered pine branches.
The coop sits atop a hurricane proof mass of concrete.
Red and white in color.

and now:

RedNeck Moonshine

written by: Obvious

The body takes command
Steering the herd towards the hooray of command

radishes red, there shedding soil in the noon day sun
thoughts followed the deep root
wondering why.

radishes red now replaced with carrots and beats
Beans
and fermented corn.

[Lipinski]

That squirrel on the movie, Ice Age, is hilarious.

Anyway, inspired by two poems I sent in and which were promptly rejected. I take great pride in being rejected because I reject this world, so all is fair and equal.

Poem #1: Counting On Madness

Listening to stories the sun told today. I heard of days journey just in time for the owl to start singing his song in the darkness, perched atop the divided peaks of a roof whose eaves split opinion.
Who is the sun talking about?
Which side of the roof should a rain drop choose to slide into oblivion?
When will this story end?
In the morning the sun yawns with a smile; stretching rays across the land
Beginning again to tell another story.

Poem #2: (this poem was written in a challenge regarding a picture of a robot holding a handful of flowers)

Happy Birth Day

You tendered my tears with your smile
Soft voice full of loving energy
Ever strong hands to lift daily burdens beyond what I can carry.

Never failing to be there to answer questions about love and life
Playful with humor
Mindful of such subtle emotions

Happy birthday mother
To you a gift of flowers I give you
Now to go make toast for a hungry world.

Lovingly your son,
A toaster.
*

Two fucked up bits of poetry which I'm proud to say did not meet the standards.

Anyone that wants them, take them. I suggest printing them and then wipe your ass with it if you run out of toilet paper.

And now, for some fresh shit:

Up is now down
with common sense being obsolete.

Mix in the emotions of a entitled species; stir in a dash more mud and clay

Smile for the camera squirrel
Get that nut while kicking the piranha's ass

Talking mastadon's
Retarded sloth
and that fucking moon singing outside
enough to drive me nuts inside.