Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

a mooring line twisted into strength
binding a ship.

inside the closed hands, an island.

with a slight swirle,
akkss without a breeze.

are such true accidents?
are they truly real?

where then to reset the timeline?
beneath right foot, the shaking
calm, too calm to the left.

did you know Jesus loves you?
did you know Muhammad does not?

[Lipinski]

"Digging de hole now! Digging de hole... I be a digging, a digging the hole." Prisoner # 1433 sang proudly on the work farm. He was digging a grave for prisoner #1432.

Prisoner #1432 had dug the grave for #1431, and so on, and so on.

"Digging de hole! I dug me a hole! Diggity diggity hole!

"Prisoner #1433, place the body of prisoner #1432 into the hole and start covering." The guard was a short fellow and as such a little prick with an attitude.

"Buring the hole! Burying the hole now...I be burying, a burying, a burying the hole."

When the digging and burying was done the guard said, "Prisoner #1433. Come here."

"Yessir. I be a coming." And the prisoner shuffled over to the guard.

"BOOM!" The guards gun blew a hole through the skull of prisoner # 1433.

Another guard yelled into the pen. "Prisoner #1434. Get up here!"

"Yessir, I be coming... Digging de hole I go, digging de hole!:

[Lipinski]

A good day to be inspired by having a good day.

Hamas
Erdogan
Jews
even girl scouts running out of raspberry cookies.
Can't hold a candle to having a good day.

Tomorrow Satan continues to lie.
Politicians polish their horns trying to pretend they are saints
and those damn girl scouts running out of raspberry cookies...

Where is a good UFO sighting when you need one...
Oops,
never mind.
Nothing to see.

[Lipinski]

Toying with the idea.
Sounds logical.
Justice would be gained.
And then again, it would not matter as the people would not change.
A new generation would ride the horse of death just as so many have done.
Flowers will be trampled.
God will be scorned.
Satan will smile and laugh.
Soon though, another order of magnitude to shake the very pillars of mankind
until one day
far off in the future
they will start to understand.

[Lipinski]

No more floods: Check
No more killing the Son of god: Check
No more total annihilation of humans on Earth: Check

Can humans learn?
They are good actors and can play the political winds of power by choosing an answer best suited to serve the individual.

Would you sacrifice yourself to save humanity?
Yes?
Is the 'yes' answer based on getting reward points or in knowing that you were actually saving humanity?

No?
Is the 'no' answer based on personal knowledge and belief regarding all the other choices you've made?

The harder question is, would you sacrifice yourself to save humanity knowing full well your actions will fail?

Some have faith in God, god, gods.
Some laugh at such.
Some fear and hide.
Some swear and attack.
All will die.

Except, not all will die...

When i play poker with God daily, there is much to be experienced.
Tonight God played with an unopened deck.
We played and my hand was adequate, adequate enough to stop wanting to destroy your planet.

Humanity is blessed to have an eternal future.
War will become a forgotten memory.
it is good God has patience and truly loves you all.
I tried and failed
i am glad to know though the dreams truly are real.

[Lipinski]

Now to speak the language of the Crow.
Assiniboine.
Sioux.
Ojibwe
Blackfoot.
Nez Pierce.
Flathead.
Iroquois.

Ka ka tou min.

***

Time of the Raven full of pride to travel as two until one becomes a plague to a world.
***

Black plumage startling the rigid ruffles of branched rest
Talon dipped the sheen of iron blood
Back immersed in pride

Screams of women terrified in their cell of forced reality
In their wombs a child tries to cling to be alive
Doctors thinking of playing with life.

Arching now, such an orgasm, there alone on a bed of raven feathers
Calling to her mind
"Arise. Awake. Arrive."

This flight of fancy so very full of answers
Soaring higher and higher
Merely a tickle to God's feet.

[Lipinski]

"You there, more drink." A burly sort of fellow he was. Short and stocky. Hardly a neck to show a weakness to any blade other than an axe perhaps.

"Yes'sir." Most servers of drink either sport ample breasts to seduce the drinkers or they are masculine with a timid expression.

Life was hard that day. It was a day where there were no crops to be planted, tended to, or harvested.

"Ahh! That's more like it!" Slaking his thirst the man sat back and sighed adding, "Tomorrow is the day I die a good death."

How do warriors know of their pending death? Are they stating the obvious low odds of survival?

The server of drink smile after hearing the statement coming from the enemy of his people. Soon the poison will slow the warriors actions during the battle tomorrow. Enough to allow a blade to penetrate his heart.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite, want to cause some mischief?

"That's what I live for. Especially to make your life miserable."

You're failing parasite. I actually enjoy your shitty antics. Though it would be nice if you left me some potato chips once in a while.

"Fuck you. There. Do you feel better now?"

Absolutely.
***

Send In the Clouds

Cloaked in crimson passions the sky releases the locked chain.
Bound with such binding separation between a horizon of light and ground.

Imps can be called when needed
To slide between realms of reality

Cleaning a cabinet
Hiding car keys

Smelling her undergarments while wearing the body of a bee
Tasting his moonshine

What laughter it brings.
To know God truly smiles when fools realize the need.

[Lipinski]

A picture had to be drawn and brother will not be pleased.
Inspirational though.
To draw a killer and to stop a killer before any more damage is done.'

"Seek help dude."

Ha! Thought you went into hiding parasite.

"Seriously. Seek help or at least get me a chocolate bar."

Chocolate is coming Monday.

"Yay! No go get some help."

Writing helps.
***

There are reasons for raising the family tree
Tied and rooted beyond reason and memories.
Leaves helping to soothe the past Falls and dreams.
Arriving at a place where brothers struggle to be
One is trying the order by obedience
One is already free.

[Lipinski]

]First, a message to some very pesky A.I. algors. Decipher this: "Dance! Dance! Staccato of rusty cans. Cross the dividing lines to find. The merry stench of death."

And now, inspired by the Twin Sun's of Averl'on
They grow larger now, such colors of living sound
pulsing
glowing
showing
A place where an Angel is bound
Payment in kind for trying worldly shoes
Shuffling in undersized paces
Overgrown with bindings loose and falling
Beyond space an time, far past those fucking smiles
The twin sun's of Averl'on sing the song of death.

[Lipinski]

"Did you feel that?"

Yes parasite.

"Bad?"

Indeed.
***
The Horn

Retraction of what she saw; no illusions of grandeur or sin

The points scratched the sky with sparks

Mud bath for sick stones

While the very Sun itself,

cried.

[Lipinski]

]a latch
a track
a dam
a dog
a truck
What is the common denominator?
~
Inspiration.
***


"You sound so young on the phone."

No. I'm old. i am very old.
*

And so, a poem. A poem which I desire to say fuck you to a world so embraced and so many have become slaves too
.

remember your last breath, just before the body starts to cool and before your eyes viewed color.

remember how you mocked and laughed, placing puny curses and magic unnatural and uncooked

remember how your torments were meant to hurt; displacing the simple joys of enjoying a sunrise and sunset

to remember so many names, names easily chosen to be forgotten as their bodies decay and turn to ash

with a flick of a wrist an ocean trembles in surrender to display a raging hurricane

a blink brinks a flow of lava from the stomach of a mountain

a dance to enrage the molten core to sway mountains

...

remember again how you tried and try so hard to destroy the beauty inside

in case you're gone or forget, remember this,

i remember.

[Lipinski]

"Uh. Yuh. That's exactly what I was thinking.' A man in his early thirties was a small bit of being totally drunk.

'You actually think penguins should have the right to vote?" A bored woman in her mid eighties was not really surprised to hear the affirmation from the young bozo.

"Yeah. Yeah. Damn right I am. Puppies should have the..."

'No. Not puppies, penguins."

"Yeah. That's what I said. Pumpkins."

A shot ran out of the upper windows, instantly blowing the brains out of the drunken thirtieish fellow. An assassination of question.

Pumpkins. Penguins. Puppies...

Ha! (snort, giggle, and roll eye brows)

The Penguins have just gotta go. I'm telling ya. Dem penguins...They be a shifty lot.
***

"Numbnut?"

Yes parasite?

"What the fuck did you just write?"

Penguins! Death to Penguins!

"Oh good Lord." The parasite went in search of a bottle of...something.

[Lipinski]

Fire and ice there where the Picts raise the glass of war to Rome.
Such a beautiful language, and art
lost in stone and metal
in their men and woman
such the heat of their ice cold hearts.

[Lipinski]

And then there is tomorrow. A day of birth, a day of death.

***

Hello and happiness in your world
Yes, I know it sounds a bit crass and painful
Much like gas after eating jelly beans those tree trolls make.

You know, the little green ones?
No?
Wait...Let me guess.
Blue!

Blue to match your eyes of reason; seeing the apple in hand
No?
Mmm... Okay
42 is better than 24 and not as good as 44
Reason?

Colors of the rainbow today.
And a sky torn by light
A present of sorts
Even space speaks the language.

Anyway, hello and happiness in your world
Long will you live
As a baby you were already great inspiration
and now,
(spinning some stars far from gaslighting, and feeling peace)
a dance.

[Lipinski]

The leggings appeared to be a form of old animal hide tanned into obedience. They adorned the legs of what seemed to be a being able to dress itself to protect self interests. Interesting, and in the vernacular of a primitive minded beast capable of articulating speech, a hearty "fuck you," to those beings showing interest.
***
They came.
Those fucking pricks of lofty shape-shifting, cloaked freaks of intellectual manipulating entities of regurgitated energy.

Look outside. Can you see the being wearing leather chaps? His profession (Yes, the being is male. He is human. He is a farrier; shodding the plodding hooves of beasts even more ignorant then those space ass fuckers)

No? You can't see? Well then, are you brain washed in your daily comings an goings while those pricks hover just outside your window, peering inside as you yell at your dog, wife, husband, goldfish, whatever?

All around this planet is a screen set in motion for the pleasure of entities of dimensions much higher than the four you might have heard of. Or maybe not. Maybe you are one of the millions content to fuck, suck, steal, buy, borrow, an consume a world so brazenly held sacred for the two legged cows called, humans.

"Easy shit head. What road are you going down now?"

Fuck you parasite. You know full well what is behind the screen.

"So. Why get stirred up? Nothing will change anyway. Get used to it."
***

The farrier with the worn leather chaps was digging out the front left hoof of a 30 year old mare named, Daisy. Lucky for Daisy her owner was another human who took pleasure in owning a beast with no purpose other than to eat grass during the Summer and hay in the Winter. She loved grain and playing with the few chickens left alive to ramble about the corral.

"Hold still there girl. Easy does it." The farrier spoke in a calming voice. As he was getting a shoe ready for the hoof, his heart stopped. The soft thudding sound of his body hitting the ground was pleasant to the horses ears and so she bent down to sniff a body now twitching in the death motions.

Looking in on the scene was one of those ass wipes of unseen energy. Only little did that being know...behind it stood a wind cloaked bit of energy floating up to teach a lesson to a species so lost in itself they never will know what hit it.

[Lipinski]

Dear UFO folks,
my name is Bob. Bob B. Bukowski.
Lately you have stopped probing me. Why?
I baked you cookies and even bathed in preparation for
your next probing.
Have I made you angry with my aluminum foil hat? I wear it because the government is spying on me.
They don't like what I do to their agent and send jets over my head with vapor trails consisting of particles that cause constipation.
Anyway, I bought a couple of cows for you in case you want to mutilate them, plus I have some ripe wheat for you to make some crop circles.
Sincerely.
Bob

P.S. I like probing.

[Lipinski]

Ha!
Wonderful play!
A present so profound; copper chef knife
in the most inspiring of ways.

You see, there are fairies and why?
Because before there were Pagans there were Humans of which before their were fairies and before so much until going back to the very beginning, God, God made it all, making Dragons and then Angels and then Demons and always, the Dream.

A secret of sorts as so many get so confused.

A Human(s) tried to understand and become fairies, (Garden of Eden comes to mind.)

And so, when the eyes met some knowledge and formed inside, Pagan magic beget magic of a strange and dark side. Sexual magic they think is the way.

Fairies do not fall prey to evil like a Human, and why?

They listen to God, that's why.
***

And so fairies and i danced today in a most wonderful way and so to all those imps, fairies, trolls, ogres, and truly magical creatures, i say, thanks.

A poem for them now as they surely deserve such after such a day of play.
*8*

Crooked sway those branches see; eyes budding there the end they be
Oh the laughter those wisps of energy bring

Chasing away earthly shadows with comfort and warmth while practicing a connection of such peace.

And no, no there shall be no burning of bee hives or falling for deceit
i am old
so very old
and i remember...
everything.

[Lipinski]

Smoke swirled above the old piano sitting there by itself in Clarence's Nightclub. It smelled pleasant, much like the comfort an old familiar shirt.

Below the smoke the fingers of an old timer softly toyed with the black and white keys. To the audience the music felt as comfortable as the smoke and shirt.

Murmuring and booze, a perfect combination to....

"We interrupt this horseshit bit of writing to announce that Amazon has free shipping if you're a Prime member! Can we order chocolate cake, can we? Huh? Huh? Can we?"

No parasite. No cake. No candy. We can order some cheese though. You like cheese so how about we order some cheese?:

"Cheese? What kind of cheese?" The parasite is a foodie but is sometimes fickle when it comes to food. The purple blob has been witnessed to be foraging in the dumpsters behind Wang's House of Won Ton. It even has been seen consuming a dung beetle while tipsy on some kick ass shine.

Stinky cheese. Something with some kick. How about that?

The parasite thought for a bit and said, "Okay. I can do some stinky cheese. How about some detonators for an ammonium nitrate bomb?"

Have you been playing the the garage again?

"Uhm, no?"

Good, you don't want to disturb our guest.

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite. Get your purple blob off the sofa an lets go mill some logs for Homer.

"No." Usually the parasite has more words to say then one. It's dreams must have been busy last night.

No? Come on. You can swear at me all day and kick me in the balls when I'm not looking.

"Seriously?" The parasite perked up now. "I can kick you in the balls?"

Yep.

"What the fuck are we waiting for!" And with that the parasite rolled off the sofa and both went forth to whittle logs into whatever it is that Homer needs for his next project.

[Lipinski]

Veteran's Day 2023

Memories of those days where people such as John Hansen and Carl Fitzgibbons proved how a country is made strong or falls to decay.

John was a submariner in the U.S. Navy during WWII. He spoke of being depth charged by the Japanese Navy. He told stories of how they took on Japanese prisoners from a ship they sunk. Even fun memories were explored as he said the Capt allowed them the key to the medical storage case where medical 'alcohol' was stored once they returned from a mission.

Carl had a story even more gripping. He became an early POW of WWII as he was a participant of the Bataan Death march. He spent years in a Japanese POW camp where one story spoke of how his leg became broken and he refused to let the Japanese soldiers know. Finally, he told of how the U.S. plane carrying one of the nuclear bombs flew high above the camp but it was too cloudy to drop so the plane diverted to a secondary target, Nagasaki.

Both men were Americans. They were fathers. They died. And now they are the perfect example of what a veteran is/was/ and hopefully, will be.

[Lipinski]

(thud. thud. thud.)

"Why are you banging your head against the wall again moron?" The parasite was finishing off a can of cheddar cheese Pringles when it sauntered into the room where Robin was banging his head against the wall...again.

Helps me think better.

The parasite smiled and said, "Happened again didn't it? When will you start to learn?"

Apparently never. Wanna take the day off and do something?

"Fuck no. I'm going to take a nap. And while I"m dreaming of chocolate cake and pizza might I suggest you stroll over and fall off the cliff?"

You know what will happen if I do that don't you?

"Yeah. You scream like a pussy, fall, and die."

Well, aside from that?

"Your head will fall off?"

No. Shit. Never mind.

"Whatever. Go torture Thor or something."
***

Thor and the Excavator

Never judge a grin from a Corgi when he's thinking about herding a bucket on an excavator again.
Left and then right
Right and then left
Growling
Barking
Running like he was possessed.

Covered in mud and slobber
Tired as can be
Then to look at the excavator operator and his mind saying
"This is fun shit you're providing for me!"

Today is a day for the excavator to rest
For Thor to lay down next to me
And whittle wood into something else
Already, a little spider is hanging outside my window, saying
"Lets play!"

[Lipinski]

Oh the sweet sting...
"Pow
...Ping....
...............Pow!:


Did you follow the tongue as the tip lead down?

Sliding slowly from the forehead, across the lips...

Pausing for a brief eternity, there the sweet spot between those budded breast's.

Deeper now.....Deeper..

Slowly across a shudder....there..........another...


Soft, such, such,

sens...

ah.

[Lipinski]

Torque
Thread
Twisting
Turning
T's ain't so
Tough.

[Lipinski]

British High Court orders death of baby girl after preventing her parents from taking her to Italy for treatment

There is no job more honorable or in demand as to those who live to protect children
A Guardian Angel exists to protect the moment of age where one can still claim innocence
With wings outspread; feather tips surrounding a smiling child
Singing a simple song of joy
Indi Gregory now sits at God's table.

To those who harm and debase
Kill and mutilate a child
know this as you lift your mind to hurt
To abort and damage what God has given

A gift of life filled with Life
While so many choose to live the prison of death
There is no place to hide
No where to flee

There is only a matter of time until given the command
To cleanse this world.

[Lipinski]

Yes.
Yes indeed.
A picture tonight.
As for words, one plus one equals infinity.

[Lipinski]

Reality is so much better than fantasy because to tell the truth then means one does not have to lie.

Take today for example. Excavating a new road across an old homestead where indigenous people lived and died.

So far two graves no one can remember or care about as they don't know how too or why.

I find a lot of graves beneath the soles

Smelling memories

Tasting life

So much is given and received and in return a prayer and respect

I told the owner of the land about one and the news appeared to disturb him
so today's find will be between me and what's buried deep
with the wind watching and waiting
it was a good day to live.

[Lipinski]

Rubber Tires and String

Written by: Today

Did you hear what Xi told the President of the U.s/a?
A giant wheel of dough rolling down the highway of destiny
Splintering into strings of pasta
...
Now comes the boiling water
The burnt macaroni
and those not liking the smell of roasting meat will definitely not be happy.
,,,
but first, there is cake!

[Lipinski]

Oh bother.

"What?"

I said, oh bother.

"I ain't your brother. What is up now?"

A lot parasite, a lot. It is good to be crazy.

"I totally agree. Fuck. I actually agree with you."

Thanks parasite. How's Leeta?

"Leeta be just fine."
***
(and now, some inspiration)

Woke up next to Wookie, a most amazing night.
Growls
And groaning
Sounded like amateur boxing night.

She opened her eyes and glared at me,
"What the fuck gives you the right?"
To which I replied,damn, oh bother.
Them Star Wars folks be right.

[Lipinski]

The following is for coffee drinkers

Imagine

Somewhere in Indonesia a cat is eating coffee cherries where then the cherries are fermented in the digestive tract.
The results sell for $100 a kilo and are called, Kopi luwak.

I wonder what would happen if you feed coco beans to an elephant?