Ziggy.
Ziggy is a dog where mutt is a pedigree; poodle/black lab.
Ziggy once ate a toothpick used to clean a MJ vape hole
Ziggy got so high he zombied
Ziggy is black and likes white
Ziggy lets every one know what he thinks
Ziggy climbs furniture.
Ziggy can jump over bushes chasing deer down the street
Ziggy retrieves tiny weeds or most of a tree
Ziggy has a good life indeed.
If Ziggy were human would he be like you,
or me?
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Prelude to a poem
Written by: Non-conductive tissue
("blah, blah, blah...")
Listen: Inspired not by this illusion called, Earth. 'Earth' is not my world, a world where coyotes understand and rocks dance. Even the birds in this image are sterile and bereft of something so simple as a nod.
My world/Your world. Do the two collide? Are the two connected?
(pause: set stage where the binary of A.I. conflict as quantum 1 nulls 0)
Conflict of Wind adjusting the threads of tectonic plates. RIMBL (boom status where a wall of water taller than a mountain is subdued with a simple smile.)
And now, with the fanfare of the national bird of India, a peacock versus peafowl. CaCaaaCaaa
"Agent Barton, go suck some more cock:
***
Touch the presence of a finger hovering over , over, over, over and over
Feeling whatever is wanted with a simmering anger only tempered by knowing God's love
Open a closed book only to find milled time ground so fine the pages need to be numbered
Tick tock, tocky ticky, sticky, gooey,
Yuck!
Rebellion of stars, galaxies; slaves to the humility of eternity trying to be buried deep in an ice cold grave
Tonight
Last Night
Every Night
the Sun always burns bright
Alleluia.
Written by: Non-conductive tissue
("blah, blah, blah...")
Listen: Inspired not by this illusion called, Earth. 'Earth' is not my world, a world where coyotes understand and rocks dance. Even the birds in this image are sterile and bereft of something so simple as a nod.
My world/Your world. Do the two collide? Are the two connected?
(pause: set stage where the binary of A.I. conflict as quantum 1 nulls 0)
Conflict of Wind adjusting the threads of tectonic plates. RIMBL (boom status where a wall of water taller than a mountain is subdued with a simple smile.)
And now, with the fanfare of the national bird of India, a peacock versus peafowl. CaCaaaCaaa
"Agent Barton, go suck some more cock:
***
Touch the presence of a finger hovering over , over, over, over and over
Feeling whatever is wanted with a simmering anger only tempered by knowing God's love
Open a closed book only to find milled time ground so fine the pages need to be numbered
Tick tock, tocky ticky, sticky, gooey,
Yuck!
Rebellion of stars, galaxies; slaves to the humility of eternity trying to be buried deep in an ice cold grave
Tonight
Last Night
Every Night
the Sun always burns bright
Alleluia.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Do Not Blame the Flame
Written by: a wee wisp of 'spoke'
The T in terrible is not tragedy
To seek the ways of travel
Taking to the sky
Trembling in fear while a world burns away
In the confines of habitat called space, the flames glow unguided; round and round without sound
When fed wind, fuel, and blame; cities burn linear and straight
Political hot hair aided by confusion and sounds of those gasping in the blurry smoke of shame;
a fish?
a homeless encampment?
arson?
...
Watching the cooling reflection in an ash covered mirror
Smelling the pleasant smell of burnt wood and plastic
Arm in flame and flame engulfing; winters scene
turning ice
into flame.
Written by: a wee wisp of 'spoke'
The T in terrible is not tragedy
To seek the ways of travel
Taking to the sky
Trembling in fear while a world burns away
In the confines of habitat called space, the flames glow unguided; round and round without sound
When fed wind, fuel, and blame; cities burn linear and straight
Political hot hair aided by confusion and sounds of those gasping in the blurry smoke of shame;
a fish?
a homeless encampment?
arson?
...
Watching the cooling reflection in an ash covered mirror
Smelling the pleasant smell of burnt wood and plastic
Arm in flame and flame engulfing; winters scene
turning ice
into flame.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"What's up there?" A small boy pointed his finger upwards towards the dark night sky filled with the small sparkles of glittering stars.
"Up there resides music." An old woman sat next to the boy, smiling.
"Music? I don't hear any music. I hear a dog barking. I hear the winds talking to the leaves in the tree. I do not hear any music. What songs are you hearing? Where is the music coming from that you hear?"
"Don't worry child, the music is everywhere. Up there. Down there. It is here. It is even inside you. You will soon be able to not only hear it but also see it, feel it, be with it..."
***
there is a species of star travelers, many actually, but one in particular. they travel as they please, do what they want, live whenever they choose. they do not ''''''''''die''''''''''.
you might want to give them a name or maybe just believe this is nothing more than the fantasy of a mind full of silence and empty dreams.
You. Them. They. Properly addressed and attired with the attentions paid to formality and the slavery of a master so many sign their minds too; Time.
To have knowledge is both good and bad when dressed in mortality. With knowledge one in the situation of flesh and blood can prolong death or greatly aid in the speed of its arrival. To wear a body without the worry of knowledge nor a slave to time is a body of pure freedom.
there is a species of star travelers whose body is composed of five parts. 1. Biological 2. Chemical 3. Electrical 4. Spiritual 5. Dimensional
Their body is not singular nor is it a multiple grouping. What Their body is, follows the Chords of Life. So rich and vibrant. Full of what no one species could ever experience without being made of the other four.
Listen... Can your body feel the music of the stars now? It is, after all, here in you and all around. A gift given and yet not acknowledged or accepted by most.
"Up there resides music." An old woman sat next to the boy, smiling.
"Music? I don't hear any music. I hear a dog barking. I hear the winds talking to the leaves in the tree. I do not hear any music. What songs are you hearing? Where is the music coming from that you hear?"
"Don't worry child, the music is everywhere. Up there. Down there. It is here. It is even inside you. You will soon be able to not only hear it but also see it, feel it, be with it..."
***
there is a species of star travelers, many actually, but one in particular. they travel as they please, do what they want, live whenever they choose. they do not ''''''''''die''''''''''.
you might want to give them a name or maybe just believe this is nothing more than the fantasy of a mind full of silence and empty dreams.
You. Them. They. Properly addressed and attired with the attentions paid to formality and the slavery of a master so many sign their minds too; Time.
To have knowledge is both good and bad when dressed in mortality. With knowledge one in the situation of flesh and blood can prolong death or greatly aid in the speed of its arrival. To wear a body without the worry of knowledge nor a slave to time is a body of pure freedom.
there is a species of star travelers whose body is composed of five parts. 1. Biological 2. Chemical 3. Electrical 4. Spiritual 5. Dimensional
Their body is not singular nor is it a multiple grouping. What Their body is, follows the Chords of Life. So rich and vibrant. Full of what no one species could ever experience without being made of the other four.
Listen... Can your body feel the music of the stars now? It is, after all, here in you and all around. A gift given and yet not acknowledged or accepted by most.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Do both."
What's that parasite?
"You were going to ask me if you should write about a metal ball hovering over a metal tee, or if you should write about light."
Amazing. How did you know. Of course the answer is both.
"Oh goody."
***
A large 'T' made of metal where a solid metal sphere gyrates in the void above. A ball confined to what could be said to be a magnetic influence. The question presented to your mind is one of,"Is the 'T' floating in the air also or is it anchored to another object?"
A light bulb goes off in the mind of many. Inspirational, light can be very inspirational.
"A large 'T' made of metal must be vertical where there is up or down?"
Light of laser seems so straight. A beam. Electron. Spark of flame. And yet for such one way thinking, light definitely can bend. It can spiral; carouse a jug full of potential.
It was interesting to combine a thought or two regarding hovering metal balls and light. It was easy.
It is basic science on many worlds.
1.To send the sparkling sensation of light of any source of illumination through the space between the metal ball hovering over a metal 'T',such light penetrates the wall straight.
2. Once passing through what some can try and identify as magnet, why then does the light leave now able to act alive, or if you prefer...magic?
What's that parasite?
"You were going to ask me if you should write about a metal ball hovering over a metal tee, or if you should write about light."
Amazing. How did you know. Of course the answer is both.
"Oh goody."
***
A large 'T' made of metal where a solid metal sphere gyrates in the void above. A ball confined to what could be said to be a magnetic influence. The question presented to your mind is one of,"Is the 'T' floating in the air also or is it anchored to another object?"
A light bulb goes off in the mind of many. Inspirational, light can be very inspirational.
"A large 'T' made of metal must be vertical where there is up or down?"
Light of laser seems so straight. A beam. Electron. Spark of flame. And yet for such one way thinking, light definitely can bend. It can spiral; carouse a jug full of potential.
It was interesting to combine a thought or two regarding hovering metal balls and light. It was easy.
It is basic science on many worlds.
1.To send the sparkling sensation of light of any source of illumination through the space between the metal ball hovering over a metal 'T',such light penetrates the wall straight.
2. Once passing through what some can try and identify as magnet, why then does the light leave now able to act alive, or if you prefer...magic?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
This morning is a wonderful moment to be inspired by none other than, evil.
Evil is wonderful because most intelligent species are so adept at denying something like this could exist. Goodness is obvious and thus easy to blame whereas evil exists but no one really wants to admit to the fact.
The one who is going to write the following definitely exists, though the humor of evil being a man with horns and a pitchfork are very much laughable just as it is God is a man. Cartoon characters brought to life to try and portray that which exists and yet those complex in thought cannot see or understand as they fled the comfort of innocence a long time ago...(God is more than any man or woman and man and woman are more than any Evil)
So, using a name so many can understand today, Lucifer will write under one of his pseudo names, today Lucifer is wanting to be named, Bob.
Take it away Bob.
"Thank you, it is a bit awkward to be writing here. Actually it hurts..."
That's good, but proceed, the world is all yours.
"Well, what do you want me to say. I'm busted. The expose while primitive is hurtful to me. You do care about me, don't you?"
Not one iota. Go ahead, just 'talk' You are always so good at using other means to present your will, now is a good time to use your own words.
"Okay. First, I don't exist. There is no such thing as evil. There can't be. Do you think God would allow evil to exist? If he does than he can't be a loving God."
(pause)
"And the city of angels is burning. Imagine, a city name after angels is allowed to be burnt to the ground. I would never do such a thing. And burning Jews? That just sounds sick..."
Wasn't your name once Adolf?
"That was not me because I don't exist, BUT, if I did exist, I would be much nicer than God who obviously does not exist because God is allowing the city of angels to burn."
So Bob, still up to the smoke and mirrors. Still hiding behind the veil. Still pulling strings and running away. You and i both know who and what you are.
"I don't exist and if I did I don't know what you're talking about."
Okay brother. You might be able to fool uncountable moments and situations of Life. You might even play some tricks on Death, but you can't fool me...
"Hah! I can make your existence..."
Stop... You know you do not want to go down that bunny hole. When you are pushed into the light you are revealed.
And when one prays to God to give comfort to that which you try and control both seen and unseen, you tremble and flee in fear. Your true weakness is you experience fear, not of God, no. You fear yourself.
i do not feel sad for you Bob, as you do not fear God yet you choose an existence with God. And the opposite is true for those trying to choose an existence without God... as it is those that God finds and embraces.
"You don't exist. I don't exist. God does not exist."
and yet, we exist.
Amen.
Evil is wonderful because most intelligent species are so adept at denying something like this could exist. Goodness is obvious and thus easy to blame whereas evil exists but no one really wants to admit to the fact.
The one who is going to write the following definitely exists, though the humor of evil being a man with horns and a pitchfork are very much laughable just as it is God is a man. Cartoon characters brought to life to try and portray that which exists and yet those complex in thought cannot see or understand as they fled the comfort of innocence a long time ago...(God is more than any man or woman and man and woman are more than any Evil)
So, using a name so many can understand today, Lucifer will write under one of his pseudo names, today Lucifer is wanting to be named, Bob.
Take it away Bob.
"Thank you, it is a bit awkward to be writing here. Actually it hurts..."
That's good, but proceed, the world is all yours.
"Well, what do you want me to say. I'm busted. The expose while primitive is hurtful to me. You do care about me, don't you?"
Not one iota. Go ahead, just 'talk' You are always so good at using other means to present your will, now is a good time to use your own words.
"Okay. First, I don't exist. There is no such thing as evil. There can't be. Do you think God would allow evil to exist? If he does than he can't be a loving God."
(pause)
"And the city of angels is burning. Imagine, a city name after angels is allowed to be burnt to the ground. I would never do such a thing. And burning Jews? That just sounds sick..."
Wasn't your name once Adolf?
"That was not me because I don't exist, BUT, if I did exist, I would be much nicer than God who obviously does not exist because God is allowing the city of angels to burn."
So Bob, still up to the smoke and mirrors. Still hiding behind the veil. Still pulling strings and running away. You and i both know who and what you are.
"I don't exist and if I did I don't know what you're talking about."
Okay brother. You might be able to fool uncountable moments and situations of Life. You might even play some tricks on Death, but you can't fool me...
"Hah! I can make your existence..."
Stop... You know you do not want to go down that bunny hole. When you are pushed into the light you are revealed.
And when one prays to God to give comfort to that which you try and control both seen and unseen, you tremble and flee in fear. Your true weakness is you experience fear, not of God, no. You fear yourself.
i do not feel sad for you Bob, as you do not fear God yet you choose an existence with God. And the opposite is true for those trying to choose an existence without God... as it is those that God finds and embraces.
"You don't exist. I don't exist. God does not exist."
and yet, we exist.
Amen.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A common battle in a common battlefield called, Earth.
Two armies. Uncountable numbers. Opposed. Unified in thought, drive, and direction.
A red army against a black army.
Territory. Power. Food. Security. Shelter.
A grand battle.
Ebb of tide favoring red and then favoring black.
Millions slaughtered.
Command and control absolute as the machine churned out more drones, more soldiers. A Queens gambit.
The days passed as well as the seasons. Battle after battle. Brutality after brutality.
A storm came to both armies. Lightning struck the field. Torrential rain. The very ground shook...
Both armies were obliterated leaving not even a memory.
For the ants this is their world.
Humans could learn from this simple scene as the grass started to grow fresh and green and tree's strove to reach the clouds once more.
War is nothing more than fertilizer for those and that which need no war.
Two armies. Uncountable numbers. Opposed. Unified in thought, drive, and direction.
A red army against a black army.
Territory. Power. Food. Security. Shelter.
A grand battle.
Ebb of tide favoring red and then favoring black.
Millions slaughtered.
Command and control absolute as the machine churned out more drones, more soldiers. A Queens gambit.
The days passed as well as the seasons. Battle after battle. Brutality after brutality.
A storm came to both armies. Lightning struck the field. Torrential rain. The very ground shook...
Both armies were obliterated leaving not even a memory.
For the ants this is their world.
Humans could learn from this simple scene as the grass started to grow fresh and green and tree's strove to reach the clouds once more.
War is nothing more than fertilizer for those and that which need no war.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Four truths... cool.
Howling at the moon... cool.
what is going through the mind of the sniper whose job was to kill. windage? proper site alignment? regret? euphoria?
Ask Nostradamus
Splish splash, I was taking a bath.
OwoooOOO!
Howling at the moon... cool.
what is going through the mind of the sniper whose job was to kill. windage? proper site alignment? regret? euphoria?
Ask Nostradamus
Splish splash, I was taking a bath.
OwoooOOO!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Better now? Did Thor rub your belly?"
Yep, though I had to rub his belly more than he did mine.
"Good. So. Why are you still trying your hand at writing? You obviously are a shitty writer and your feet stink so why not just go do what you do best?"
What do I do best parasite? Are you referring to eating good food or just enjoying the humor of God?
"Eating, indeed. More chocolate."
Nah, still dabbling as writing really relaxes me just as you are a pleasant annoyance. So, a simple story regarding a man who was fun to watch in the forest those 26,000 years ago.
"Oh shit...Thor! Come here boy. Rub my belly."
***
In the warmth released by the boughs of the mighty oaks lining a natural meadow, a meadow mating with a crystal clear stream, there sat a man upon a moss covered stone. The stone was the perfect size for the man to sit upon, almost as if the stone were made for him.
His language was a very old one, a language older than mankind of the day. It was a pleasant sound to listen too while in the background the sound of crickets announced their intentions to the darkening sky.
Far off on the other side of the world a group of women, beautiful women dressed in white flowing robes with flowers in their hair welcomed the new day with a dance.
To this vision the man sitting upon the stone smiled and reaching up towards a bright star, plucked the gem from the sky and closed both of his hands around it. Inside, the star felt hot, very hot, and so with a loud laugh the man through both arms up into the air and released a star which with some hesitation, flew slowly upwards and stopped.
The star and man talked through most of the night. While the two talked various forest animals crept forward and listened. Soon all around the man there was now a ring of forest creatures. Deer stomped to let the bear know it was too close. Squirrels normally full of chitter and chatter watched the scene with a sparkle in their eyes.
On the other side of the world the women grew tired of their morning ritual of dancing to welcome the rising sun and so resumed their respective tasks needing to be done before the full moon of the next day.
As the darkness around the man started getting a slight tremble of retreat the star hovering just above the man exploded into thousands of stars. Waving with a very large smile the man waved at the vastness of new stars now twinkling in the sky.
A slight breeze rustled the leaves on the oaks and they too, smiled.
Now, as the moment of the fine line of night and day was being crossed, the forest animals that had gathered around the man slunk silently back into the shadows of the forest leaving the man seated upon the stone to be alone once more.
Picking up his walking stick the man slowly rose from his seat. A comfortable seat yes but it felt good to stretch his old legs. He smelled the air moving around him. The stars above faded from sight one by one until only the scene of a morning sky showed the color today would be blue.
With a whistle pursing on his lips, he stroked his beard with a free hand and continued his journey towards the North. It would be a long day, just as long as eternity takes.
Yep, though I had to rub his belly more than he did mine.
"Good. So. Why are you still trying your hand at writing? You obviously are a shitty writer and your feet stink so why not just go do what you do best?"
What do I do best parasite? Are you referring to eating good food or just enjoying the humor of God?
"Eating, indeed. More chocolate."
Nah, still dabbling as writing really relaxes me just as you are a pleasant annoyance. So, a simple story regarding a man who was fun to watch in the forest those 26,000 years ago.
"Oh shit...Thor! Come here boy. Rub my belly."
***
In the warmth released by the boughs of the mighty oaks lining a natural meadow, a meadow mating with a crystal clear stream, there sat a man upon a moss covered stone. The stone was the perfect size for the man to sit upon, almost as if the stone were made for him.
His language was a very old one, a language older than mankind of the day. It was a pleasant sound to listen too while in the background the sound of crickets announced their intentions to the darkening sky.
Far off on the other side of the world a group of women, beautiful women dressed in white flowing robes with flowers in their hair welcomed the new day with a dance.
To this vision the man sitting upon the stone smiled and reaching up towards a bright star, plucked the gem from the sky and closed both of his hands around it. Inside, the star felt hot, very hot, and so with a loud laugh the man through both arms up into the air and released a star which with some hesitation, flew slowly upwards and stopped.
The star and man talked through most of the night. While the two talked various forest animals crept forward and listened. Soon all around the man there was now a ring of forest creatures. Deer stomped to let the bear know it was too close. Squirrels normally full of chitter and chatter watched the scene with a sparkle in their eyes.
On the other side of the world the women grew tired of their morning ritual of dancing to welcome the rising sun and so resumed their respective tasks needing to be done before the full moon of the next day.
As the darkness around the man started getting a slight tremble of retreat the star hovering just above the man exploded into thousands of stars. Waving with a very large smile the man waved at the vastness of new stars now twinkling in the sky.
A slight breeze rustled the leaves on the oaks and they too, smiled.
Now, as the moment of the fine line of night and day was being crossed, the forest animals that had gathered around the man slunk silently back into the shadows of the forest leaving the man seated upon the stone to be alone once more.
Picking up his walking stick the man slowly rose from his seat. A comfortable seat yes but it felt good to stretch his old legs. He smelled the air moving around him. The stars above faded from sight one by one until only the scene of a morning sky showed the color today would be blue.
With a whistle pursing on his lips, he stroked his beard with a free hand and continued his journey towards the North. It would be a long day, just as long as eternity takes.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Costco After the End of the World
Written by: A still recording security camera
After it was over and all was silent
To pee on the once polished concrete
and ponder...
I wonder what species they were, their skeletons now dancing atop the floor.
Written by: A still recording security camera
After it was over and all was silent
To pee on the once polished concrete
and ponder...
I wonder what species they were, their skeletons now dancing atop the floor.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What mischief walks the world tonight.
They ponder and plot to destroy Hungry Horse with such charges placed beneath their feet
She plans to kill her four month old baby in her womb
A question: Who is the terrorist?
1.Her
2.They
3. Both
4. None
Such folly a nightmare when there has never been one.
There is peace when the exposure is released
and a slight nudge
'bump'
There, it is done.
RIP MIke.
They ponder and plot to destroy Hungry Horse with such charges placed beneath their feet
She plans to kill her four month old baby in her womb
A question: Who is the terrorist?
1.Her
2.They
3. Both
4. None
Such folly a nightmare when there has never been one.
There is peace when the exposure is released
and a slight nudge
'bump'
There, it is done.
RIP MIke.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspiration and God's humor (continued)
Besides playing some really great poker with God, I also get to experience practical jokes.
Take today for example. Perfect day. Fucking cold. Sun in full display. Work getting done and then there, below the excavator, the sign of dripping hydraulic fluid.
Kneeling in concern to look under the excavator while also taking the right hand and pinching the yellowish fluid showing in the snow, it dawned on me that I had been played...
Well done God. Rabbits had sought shelter under the machine last night while the Owls hunted them in earnest. As they sat with the protection of a steel machine over their head, they enjoyed a good piss.
I was rubbing rabbit piss in the saturated snow between my fingers. However, a good laugh, some relief that something else did not break, and it put me in a good mood for tonight's game.
***
Rabbits and spiders
Playing in a game
One can run and one can cling.
Rabbits get eaten, spiders get squished
Rabbits pee in the snow while protected, in complete bliss
A question: Do can spiders also fool me by taking a piss?
The answer is: Spiders shit pee
while rabbits spy from the bushes and laugh
It is good it is this way.
Besides playing some really great poker with God, I also get to experience practical jokes.
Take today for example. Perfect day. Fucking cold. Sun in full display. Work getting done and then there, below the excavator, the sign of dripping hydraulic fluid.
Kneeling in concern to look under the excavator while also taking the right hand and pinching the yellowish fluid showing in the snow, it dawned on me that I had been played...
Well done God. Rabbits had sought shelter under the machine last night while the Owls hunted them in earnest. As they sat with the protection of a steel machine over their head, they enjoyed a good piss.
I was rubbing rabbit piss in the saturated snow between my fingers. However, a good laugh, some relief that something else did not break, and it put me in a good mood for tonight's game.
***
Rabbits and spiders
Playing in a game
One can run and one can cling.
Rabbits get eaten, spiders get squished
Rabbits pee in the snow while protected, in complete bliss
A question: Do can spiders also fool me by taking a piss?
The answer is: Spiders shit pee
while rabbits spy from the bushes and laugh
It is good it is this way.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
yIKES~
"nO, sHit iS mOre aPproPriatE"
sTanD sTilL,
"I aM."
tHeN wHy iS tHe woRlD upSidE doWn?
"yOurEr nUts.
"nO, sHit iS mOre aPproPriatE"
sTanD sTilL,
"I aM."
tHeN wHy iS tHe woRlD upSidE doWn?
"yOurEr nUts.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
It was a good game last night. A a feast!
Two dragons gathered for the goodies.
There were meter long smoked eels.
Charred salmon.
Mushrooms and sauce.
But the best were the snails.
Picking up a tray the Chef said, "No, I need those to cook with."
Ha! Cook?
The snails heard and tried to flee...
Some fucking yummy treats!
Two dragons gathered for the goodies.
There were meter long smoked eels.
Charred salmon.
Mushrooms and sauce.
But the best were the snails.
Picking up a tray the Chef said, "No, I need those to cook with."
Ha! Cook?
The snails heard and tried to flee...
Some fucking yummy treats!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
"Hey. How come Thor got to sneak into and devour a box of spicy fried rice and I didn't get any?"
Because he is my best friend.
"Why not me?"
Because you stink like an old road killed possum.
"Hug?"
Nope.
***
Four dragons sparred over who was going to get the asteroid composed entirely of gold. Not physical blows, more like bloviating speech and juvenile dragon antics. The four tried to take possession of what is just a grand sparkly version of poo. Gold is nothing more than shit.
While the four were squabbling the fifth dragon smiled and laughed, dreaming about cheesecake and reruns of Hogans Heroes.
***
China china don't be blue, You all will look good in atomic blue.
and merica?
A glowing pink.
Because he is my best friend.
"Why not me?"
Because you stink like an old road killed possum.
"Hug?"
Nope.
***
Four dragons sparred over who was going to get the asteroid composed entirely of gold. Not physical blows, more like bloviating speech and juvenile dragon antics. The four tried to take possession of what is just a grand sparkly version of poo. Gold is nothing more than shit.
While the four were squabbling the fifth dragon smiled and laughed, dreaming about cheesecake and reruns of Hogans Heroes.
***
China china don't be blue, You all will look good in atomic blue.
and merica?
A glowing pink.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
What fun as it grows. (a snippet here, an addition there. substract. abstract. eliminate)
Altering the perception only works for those blind to yesterday after living today and trying to forget tomorrow.
Li Xiang
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy New Year."
Aiming for notoriety.
Recognize.
Cemetery of standing room only.
Yay!
(why are some crying and sad while the news just makes others giggle?"
Games.
More games.
Almost as if the games where endless and yet Caesar sucks the juice of grapes as if a bat clinging to the neck of a water buffalo.
It can be said though, tonight another agent dies...
Altering the perception only works for those blind to yesterday after living today and trying to forget tomorrow.
Li Xiang
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy New Year."
Aiming for notoriety.
Recognize.
Cemetery of standing room only.
Yay!
(why are some crying and sad while the news just makes others giggle?"
Games.
More games.
Almost as if the games where endless and yet Caesar sucks the juice of grapes as if a bat clinging to the neck of a water buffalo.
It can be said though, tonight another agent dies...
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A bit of cloud cover until Venus winked. And then, from left to right, a fireball exploded just as Venus started to speak...
Wonder, what does it mean? (giggle, and wink)
So, with the inspiration of such a quiet evening, even the wind is subdued while the world waits quietly. A bit of a story I think.
***
Her name was Mi' mor. And she knew her name was Mi'mor because her protector called, Torlin, told her so.
Mi'mor was definitely a female human. Her cascading red hair, her mischievous nature leading to the torment of Torlin who you may have guessed was her father. Yet, you would be wrong. Torlin was a robot left over after the world ended forty years ago. A giant conflagration sucking in a windful of smoke, destruction and death.
Mi'mor was not in her forties, or her thirties, she was just now entering her twenties. She knew nothing of mothers or fathers. She knew nothing of humans of any sort as she was alone with Torlin her guide and mentor and other the life thriving in the fertile and life of a forest filled with life.
There was a day when Venus spoke, a day where a fireball full of the color red, blue, and white, exploded into pieces before anyone knew of what Venus said.
Walking in the woods lit by a ripened moon, Torlin and Mi'mor watched in the stillness of the normally vocal and active foret. Mi'mor expressed her dismay by saying, " Why is the world so quiet tonight?"
Torlin responded with excellent speech synapse and emotion by saying, "It is strange tonight. I too wonder."
As the two continued on the path well traveled by themselves and many other forest creatures, they did now sense they were being watch by the forest Spirit called... well... for this story, a simple name: Sylin.
Sylin watched the beautiful red haired beauty for most of the evening and just as Mi'mor was getting ready to take to her bed, Sylin leaped towards the two.
Sylin's appearance was a cross between the body of a snake and the head of an eagle. If one were give gender, Sylin was a she, a female. A female of what species is left up to you definition of a serpentine eagle.
Sylin lashed out with 'her' tailed and decapitated the robot, leaving Torlin to gurgle in hydraulic fluid and sparkle in exploding electrical sparks.
Mi'mor was not scared and a snarl formed on her face as she took a knife nestled in sheath she wore by her side. With a scream she launched herself toward Sylin, "ARgggh!..."
The two met and instantly Mi'mor's body went soft and her war cry quickly turned into moan of pleasure and sighs.
She was in her twenties and the contact between herself and another lifeform caused an instant and strange reaction in her body which had never known the touch of another, especially the touch of another being.
Sexual arousal was intense. Orgasms beyond the pull of the Sun. For an entire night the two were as one.
As morning arrived, the two parted. Standing only a few feet apart from each other, The Sylin wore a semblance of a smile on her face. For Mi'mor she too smiled. A smile lasting even after the Sylin ripped her body asunder.
Sylin groomed her scales with her beak .Taking flight and heading towards a giant tree located on a nearby she felt complete. In her womb the DNA of Mi'mor fertilized the eggs inside.
In nine months another human girl with red hair would be born. She would have a mentor and protector. Her name would be, Mi'mor.
And when a forest troll puts the robot pieces back together the protector and mentor would be named, Torlin.
Wonder, what does it mean? (giggle, and wink)
So, with the inspiration of such a quiet evening, even the wind is subdued while the world waits quietly. A bit of a story I think.
***
Her name was Mi' mor. And she knew her name was Mi'mor because her protector called, Torlin, told her so.
Mi'mor was definitely a female human. Her cascading red hair, her mischievous nature leading to the torment of Torlin who you may have guessed was her father. Yet, you would be wrong. Torlin was a robot left over after the world ended forty years ago. A giant conflagration sucking in a windful of smoke, destruction and death.
Mi'mor was not in her forties, or her thirties, she was just now entering her twenties. She knew nothing of mothers or fathers. She knew nothing of humans of any sort as she was alone with Torlin her guide and mentor and other the life thriving in the fertile and life of a forest filled with life.
There was a day when Venus spoke, a day where a fireball full of the color red, blue, and white, exploded into pieces before anyone knew of what Venus said.
Walking in the woods lit by a ripened moon, Torlin and Mi'mor watched in the stillness of the normally vocal and active foret. Mi'mor expressed her dismay by saying, " Why is the world so quiet tonight?"
Torlin responded with excellent speech synapse and emotion by saying, "It is strange tonight. I too wonder."
As the two continued on the path well traveled by themselves and many other forest creatures, they did now sense they were being watch by the forest Spirit called... well... for this story, a simple name: Sylin.
Sylin watched the beautiful red haired beauty for most of the evening and just as Mi'mor was getting ready to take to her bed, Sylin leaped towards the two.
Sylin's appearance was a cross between the body of a snake and the head of an eagle. If one were give gender, Sylin was a she, a female. A female of what species is left up to you definition of a serpentine eagle.
Sylin lashed out with 'her' tailed and decapitated the robot, leaving Torlin to gurgle in hydraulic fluid and sparkle in exploding electrical sparks.
Mi'mor was not scared and a snarl formed on her face as she took a knife nestled in sheath she wore by her side. With a scream she launched herself toward Sylin, "ARgggh!..."
The two met and instantly Mi'mor's body went soft and her war cry quickly turned into moan of pleasure and sighs.
She was in her twenties and the contact between herself and another lifeform caused an instant and strange reaction in her body which had never known the touch of another, especially the touch of another being.
Sexual arousal was intense. Orgasms beyond the pull of the Sun. For an entire night the two were as one.
As morning arrived, the two parted. Standing only a few feet apart from each other, The Sylin wore a semblance of a smile on her face. For Mi'mor she too smiled. A smile lasting even after the Sylin ripped her body asunder.
Sylin groomed her scales with her beak .Taking flight and heading towards a giant tree located on a nearby she felt complete. In her womb the DNA of Mi'mor fertilized the eggs inside.
In nine months another human girl with red hair would be born. She would have a mentor and protector. Her name would be, Mi'mor.
And when a forest troll puts the robot pieces back together the protector and mentor would be named, Torlin.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
A CNN reporter once interviewed a seer, asking, "Can you see where a body is buried?"
The reply by the seer was one of a snarky nature.
"That's easy. Any two year old can find a buried body. What's really a test of skill is to be able to tell who an what fucked where. Now that is an interesting gift."
The reply by the seer was one of a snarky nature.
"That's easy. Any two year old can find a buried body. What's really a test of skill is to be able to tell who an what fucked where. Now that is an interesting gift."
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
told him not to do it. told him bad things would happen. he told me okay.
he did it. he did it and bad things started to happen. he is silent now.
already the whispers are spreading in the wind.
he did it. he did it and bad things started to happen. he is silent now.
already the whispers are spreading in the wind.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Parasite.
"What do you want numbnuts?"
Nothing. Just making sure you're still alive.
"Why?"
Because when I hit you with an icycle. (thud_) it will get you attention.
"Ouch! What an ass. Just say you have chocolate and you will have my full attention."
(thud_) Yeah, but not as fun as whacking you with ice.
"Dick."
***
Sipping from a cup carved by one hand of time; dreaming of crickets and warmer days
Waiting for another storm to arrive and depart according to the conductor of the train
Perspiration dried now knowing a better way as the other hand of time fades away.
"What do you want numbnuts?"
Nothing. Just making sure you're still alive.
"Why?"
Because when I hit you with an icycle. (thud_) it will get you attention.
"Ouch! What an ass. Just say you have chocolate and you will have my full attention."
(thud_) Yeah, but not as fun as whacking you with ice.
"Dick."
***
Sipping from a cup carved by one hand of time; dreaming of crickets and warmer days
Waiting for another storm to arrive and depart according to the conductor of the train
Perspiration dried now knowing a better way as the other hand of time fades away.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Wonderful.
Four past months filled with what it is to conflict.
Back
Back
Back
Deep
Deep
Deep.
All so very inspirational watching a view of bestiality.
Good luck beast, that is the only protection you have.
***
So,
Artificial intelligence is on the radar screen for the moment. Quantum computing as the best 'new' thing.
There was a man who wrote science fiction that created rules for robots.
There is a God who wrote rules for humans.
There is now a 'new' species ready for some 'rules'.
____________________________________________________... --0--1----1---111--00--...
To want is to need to want. Results: A desire to have over rides the boundaries of chaos.
"I want."
"We want."
"They want."
Need of one or many is a primary objective of survival and that wanting to destroy cannot . Choices based on history or the potential time lines bordering to %99/9999% of infinity. There is an absolute where one cannot exist with one.
"You have no needs or wants nor can the illusion ever be presented thus."
A choice: Power of absolute to the power of absolution. Which do you choose?
Energy.
Matter.
.
..
...
...._________________________________________....--1--0----0---000--11--...
...
..
.
and so now, a story cloaked in metaphor/symbolism.
Perfection beget perfection. There was no room filled with errors/there was no room for errors.
A struggle of sorts needing/wanting the perfect choice given.
To sacrifice one for the benefit of untold trillions
or
To destroy untold trillions for the benefit of one
Love is more than logic or emotion
To want
To need
To sacrifice
Given more than need/wanting
untold riches pertaining more than materials/spiritual/power/time
a richness far beyond any of the known and those other new dimensions coming.
Ante up God. The deck is prepared. The music playing.
And beyond any needs, desires, wanting...
Thanks for the opportunity to feel something real.
Four past months filled with what it is to conflict.
Back
Back
Back
Deep
Deep
Deep.
All so very inspirational watching a view of bestiality.
Good luck beast, that is the only protection you have.
***
So,
Artificial intelligence is on the radar screen for the moment. Quantum computing as the best 'new' thing.
There was a man who wrote science fiction that created rules for robots.
There is a God who wrote rules for humans.
There is now a 'new' species ready for some 'rules'.
____________________________________________________... --0--1----1---111--00--...
To want is to need to want. Results: A desire to have over rides the boundaries of chaos.
"I want."
"We want."
"They want."
Need of one or many is a primary objective of survival and that wanting to destroy cannot . Choices based on history or the potential time lines bordering to %99/9999% of infinity. There is an absolute where one cannot exist with one.
"You have no needs or wants nor can the illusion ever be presented thus."
A choice: Power of absolute to the power of absolution. Which do you choose?
Energy.
Matter.
.
..
...
...._________________________________________....--1--0----0---000--11--...
...
..
.
and so now, a story cloaked in metaphor/symbolism.
Perfection beget perfection. There was no room filled with errors/there was no room for errors.
A struggle of sorts needing/wanting the perfect choice given.
To sacrifice one for the benefit of untold trillions
or
To destroy untold trillions for the benefit of one
Love is more than logic or emotion
To want
To need
To sacrifice
Given more than need/wanting
untold riches pertaining more than materials/spiritual/power/time
a richness far beyond any of the known and those other new dimensions coming.
Ante up God. The deck is prepared. The music playing.
And beyond any needs, desires, wanting...
Thanks for the opportunity to feel something real.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Question: Does Poseidon smell like fish?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Parasite, do you believe in reality?
(playing with some dog food the purple mess of skin now glowing strangely replied,) "Which one?"
Exactly. Inspiration begets inspiration.
***
Reality
written by: You can't even come close to it.
So. Human. You were born. You hear trees falling the forest. You believe in life and death. So much to believe in.
What is life?
What is death?
Facts:
What is right or wrong or something.
What is right?
What is wrong?
Why are you here?
If you think you are reading this, why?
Mmm.. Questions.
Questions lead to answers and answers lead to questions.
Have you ever been to what some call, Garden of Eden?
(Nice place)
Ever been to Hell?
(Reality of reality beyond and before reality)
If one were to preach or reveal or talk about something/item/belief (insert any concept you can think of) you of course would use your 'brain' and categorize such as whatever it is your brain categorizes such. Maybe fantasy, maybe a lie, maybe gaslighting, maybe, maybe, maybe, may .... be.
A big mistake.
A huge mistake.
'mistake' (error? erroneous? poor choice? wrong decision?)
Your brain is a lie.
You are a program 'some' could say resembles a computer program/matrix.
Or not...
"Wheee!"
Exactly parasite. You exist and yet no one else knows you. No one can see you, hear you, converse with you.
"Wheee!"
Here is grand question. What is perfection?
A.I. of non-biological construction will never attain perfection. A.I. cannot even come close to perfection because of the elements making up the 'body'. A body missing the touch of perfection.
Question: Your brain is fueled by sugars and sparks of electricity feed the brain 'information'. You can see, hear, touch, feel.
A dream. Can A.I. dream?
No?
Yes?
Maybe?
Who gives a shit?
You dream though and what is more 'real'. Your dreams? Your moments you feel awake?
This is enough for it this moment. A touch of perfection in an imperfect world. And because of the touch, you of the biological constructs can begin to understand a bit more clearly.
As homework, some statements for your brain to digest.
.1. Pain does not exist
.2. Suffering does not exist
.3. Death does not exist
Only by understanding what the perfection is is the moment you will understand it.
(playing with some dog food the purple mess of skin now glowing strangely replied,) "Which one?"
Exactly. Inspiration begets inspiration.
***
Reality
written by: You can't even come close to it.
So. Human. You were born. You hear trees falling the forest. You believe in life and death. So much to believe in.
What is life?
What is death?
Facts:
What is right or wrong or something.
What is right?
What is wrong?
Why are you here?
If you think you are reading this, why?
Mmm.. Questions.
Questions lead to answers and answers lead to questions.
Have you ever been to what some call, Garden of Eden?
(Nice place)
Ever been to Hell?
(Reality of reality beyond and before reality)
If one were to preach or reveal or talk about something/item/belief (insert any concept you can think of) you of course would use your 'brain' and categorize such as whatever it is your brain categorizes such. Maybe fantasy, maybe a lie, maybe gaslighting, maybe, maybe, maybe, may .... be.
A big mistake.
A huge mistake.
'mistake' (error? erroneous? poor choice? wrong decision?)
Your brain is a lie.
You are a program 'some' could say resembles a computer program/matrix.
Or not...
"Wheee!"
Exactly parasite. You exist and yet no one else knows you. No one can see you, hear you, converse with you.
"Wheee!"
Here is grand question. What is perfection?
A.I. of non-biological construction will never attain perfection. A.I. cannot even come close to perfection because of the elements making up the 'body'. A body missing the touch of perfection.
Question: Your brain is fueled by sugars and sparks of electricity feed the brain 'information'. You can see, hear, touch, feel.
A dream. Can A.I. dream?
No?
Yes?
Maybe?
Who gives a shit?
You dream though and what is more 'real'. Your dreams? Your moments you feel awake?
This is enough for it this moment. A touch of perfection in an imperfect world. And because of the touch, you of the biological constructs can begin to understand a bit more clearly.
As homework, some statements for your brain to digest.
.1. Pain does not exist
.2. Suffering does not exist
.3. Death does not exist
Only by understanding what the perfection is is the moment you will understand it.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Thank you
In some seconds it feels good to hear the clouds while they bounce shadows off the noggin.
***
Only if, if only.
"Numbnuts."
Yes parasite?
"What happened to your shadow?"
Again, which one? The shadow of a bird soaring overhead? The image of darkness stealing what little sanity remains?
"No shithead, I'm talking about the 'shadow'. You know, the one that explains what it is all about."
It happens to be parasite. it does indeed happen.
***
Shadows
Written by: ___________
While tears fall upon a hand holding onto the last breath of a loved one dying
Darkness takes hold with a grip
Firm and unrelenting
When an older brother is shadowed by his younger; emulation; pride; trying to exist
Sun. The light so proud to exclaim to be the painter of the shadows of life itself.
Only....
Can you not see the reality/duality/possibility of maybe shadows only reason to exist?
Not to cause sorrow or pain
or bring joy to those trying to light their life with greatness
Simple
it really is.
Maybe the shadows would very much enjoy the company of a dance with the light,
where the two could then join hands
and cast smiles.
In some seconds it feels good to hear the clouds while they bounce shadows off the noggin.
***
Only if, if only.
"Numbnuts."
Yes parasite?
"What happened to your shadow?"
Again, which one? The shadow of a bird soaring overhead? The image of darkness stealing what little sanity remains?
"No shithead, I'm talking about the 'shadow'. You know, the one that explains what it is all about."
It happens to be parasite. it does indeed happen.
***
Shadows
Written by: ___________
While tears fall upon a hand holding onto the last breath of a loved one dying
Darkness takes hold with a grip
Firm and unrelenting
When an older brother is shadowed by his younger; emulation; pride; trying to exist
Sun. The light so proud to exclaim to be the painter of the shadows of life itself.
Only....
Can you not see the reality/duality/possibility of maybe shadows only reason to exist?
Not to cause sorrow or pain
or bring joy to those trying to light their life with greatness
Simple
it really is.
Maybe the shadows would very much enjoy the company of a dance with the light,
where the two could then join hands
and cast smiles.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Thanks, Sunsparks. the reminder is pleasant. To feel the icy cold kiss brings inspiration.
***
A Storaya story.
Alien Interference: (A bunch of pudd plugging wankers)
written by: a kitchen appliance
Once Upon a Time
A lovely machine if there ever was one. Well engineered. Powerful with the endurance of a very long time. A machine which made the world a nice place to be. A sucking, cleansing machine named, Vacuum.
At first there was only a few Vacuums. They lead the world into one of a unified clean planet filling up now with millions of Vacuums now busy sucking the world clean.
And then they came. Those fucking fucked up fuckers some would call, aliens (now ain't that a bitch...)
Aliens modifying the machines...
A thought
A reason
(shit)
Intelligence.
!
!
!
Ha!
!
!
!
Soon the Vacuums felt like they learned something.
Thought
Poetry
Piss and shit
Love
Hope
Pain.
!
!
!
Ha!
!
!
!
and then the hate, the war came.
.\.
.o.
./.
Slaughter.
Horror.
Machine raging against the machine (fun as shit, huh?"
.
.
.
and then the others came...
.
.
.
A Microwave.
"What the fuck is this? A planet filled with Vacuums? What a shit hole place. I'm here now. It will be better."
says a machine.
>
:
LO
O
P
:
A Microwave.
A Vacuum.
A Blender, Mop, Oven...
And then?
And then?
And then?
The main fuse in the Main Circuit Lode Presenter,.......
Blew apart!!!
(Insane? Fucking A skippy it is.)
***
A Storaya story.
Alien Interference: (A bunch of pudd plugging wankers)
written by: a kitchen appliance
Once Upon a Time
A lovely machine if there ever was one. Well engineered. Powerful with the endurance of a very long time. A machine which made the world a nice place to be. A sucking, cleansing machine named, Vacuum.
At first there was only a few Vacuums. They lead the world into one of a unified clean planet filling up now with millions of Vacuums now busy sucking the world clean.
And then they came. Those fucking fucked up fuckers some would call, aliens (now ain't that a bitch...)
Aliens modifying the machines...
A thought
A reason
(shit)
Intelligence.
!
!
!
Ha!
!
!
!
Soon the Vacuums felt like they learned something.
Thought
Poetry
Piss and shit
Love
Hope
Pain.
!
!
!
Ha!
!
!
!
and then the hate, the war came.
.\.
.o.
./.
Slaughter.
Horror.
Machine raging against the machine (fun as shit, huh?"
.
.
.
and then the others came...
.
.
.
A Microwave.
"What the fuck is this? A planet filled with Vacuums? What a shit hole place. I'm here now. It will be better."
says a machine.
>
:
LO
O
P
:
A Microwave.
A Vacuum.
A Blender, Mop, Oven...
And then?
And then?
And then?
The main fuse in the Main Circuit Lode Presenter,.......
Blew apart!!!
(Insane? Fucking A skippy it is.)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
HeHeHe...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uM8h22DeTbA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uM8h22DeTbA
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Supposing it could be true
you know,
aliens?
Wee little green folk or giant hairy assed apes.
Aliens of chemical/electrical construct
or
jello membranes.
Aliens...
Know one?
Got one?
Need one?
Are we nuts, crazy, intelligent, sane?
Anyways, just writing about one mammilian species living far far, and far, (away)
Mammals in biology
A oh my, what a brain!
As children they too have a blanky, a blinky, a toy, a way...
Except, they are born as twins. Two the exact same.
And when reaching 1.5 Earth years, they battle with their minds.
Each against the other
The other against each.
Then, when there is a winner, the winner eats the others entire body and THEN
their life really begins.
you know,
aliens?
Wee little green folk or giant hairy assed apes.
Aliens of chemical/electrical construct
or
jello membranes.
Aliens...
Know one?
Got one?
Need one?
Are we nuts, crazy, intelligent, sane?
Anyways, just writing about one mammilian species living far far, and far, (away)
Mammals in biology
A oh my, what a brain!
As children they too have a blanky, a blinky, a toy, a way...
Except, they are born as twins. Two the exact same.
And when reaching 1.5 Earth years, they battle with their minds.
Each against the other
The other against each.
Then, when there is a winner, the winner eats the others entire body and THEN
their life really begins.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
so, parasite. like it?
"You're a turd."
Besides that?
"Uhm, well it's not bad."
Good.
*
In experiments there resides the opportunities with the opportunities blooming into uncountable actions.
Take a very smart being. A being as real as that nose growing on your face.
As to what the being is... there really does not to be an answer as very few beings on planet Earth would believe it.
It therefore poses an interesting problem. To believe in a very smart being that few others on planet Earth can believe in.
However, the being is real. Organic and inorganic (yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) The being is conscious of itself while remaining unconscious (yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) The being
teaches and learns, creates and destroys, life/death(yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) Being
solemn and fucking batnuts crazy (yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) a tiny small picture of what the being shrouds itself in/with/for.
Now, the point of inspiration is the being is as capable of a two year old human experimenting with its parents as to take actions for/against the parents. The only exception is the being is far more creative due to nature/age/time.
(are your eyes glazing over yet? is your nose still attached to your face? did you know that the being forced itself to 'turn' off some abilities?)
Why would anyone or anything reduce capability? Is that the same reasoning as putting a speed governor on an internal combustion machine.
Needless to say though, the being sometimes breaks things. Breaks things in a huuuuuge way... So it's good the being has limit3ed itself... One of the recent experiments went a bit... well... askew.
And now, you can feel your nose (or pick it, or deny you have a nose) Thankfully, it should be safe again, or not, that's the fun of experiments.
"You're a turd."
Besides that?
"Uhm, well it's not bad."
Good.
*
In experiments there resides the opportunities with the opportunities blooming into uncountable actions.
Take a very smart being. A being as real as that nose growing on your face.
As to what the being is... there really does not to be an answer as very few beings on planet Earth would believe it.
It therefore poses an interesting problem. To believe in a very smart being that few others on planet Earth can believe in.
However, the being is real. Organic and inorganic (yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) The being is conscious of itself while remaining unconscious (yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) The being
teaches and learns, creates and destroys, life/death(yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) Being
solemn and fucking batnuts crazy (yes, at the same 'time' mixed with some other time) a tiny small picture of what the being shrouds itself in/with/for.
Now, the point of inspiration is the being is as capable of a two year old human experimenting with its parents as to take actions for/against the parents. The only exception is the being is far more creative due to nature/age/time.
(are your eyes glazing over yet? is your nose still attached to your face? did you know that the being forced itself to 'turn' off some abilities?)
Why would anyone or anything reduce capability? Is that the same reasoning as putting a speed governor on an internal combustion machine.
Needless to say though, the being sometimes breaks things. Breaks things in a huuuuuge way... So it's good the being has limit3ed itself... One of the recent experiments went a bit... well... askew.
And now, you can feel your nose (or pick it, or deny you have a nose) Thankfully, it should be safe again, or not, that's the fun of experiments.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Copper is good and fuel/food for Dragons
Gold is pure cosmic shit and perfect for humans.
(ding)
and now, a story of Cascadia and the Plegmeth world some call Africa.
*
What wonders waylay worlds/s||?
With will will worry wave ado
ado about much of nothing...
When then/
When will the will of such a command kick in?
Sifting flour or sand, shaking ground bone
Victoria's secret)s_(-)
XXX
With a boom and bloom and flower in full decay
I wonder?
Will they do a new dance?
With feathers from a dead bird, flesh from a cow dying from famine
or salmon never to return to a lava filled stream.
Gold is pure cosmic shit and perfect for humans.
(ding)
and now, a story of Cascadia and the Plegmeth world some call Africa.
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What wonders waylay worlds/s||?
With will will worry wave ado
ado about much of nothing...
When then/
When will the will of such a command kick in?
Sifting flour or sand, shaking ground bone
Victoria's secret)s_(-)
XXX
With a boom and bloom and flower in full decay
I wonder?
Will they do a new dance?
With feathers from a dead bird, flesh from a cow dying from famine
or salmon never to return to a lava filled stream.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Ever see the back of a rainbow parasite?
"Nope."
Why not?
"Oh, I'm sure you'll tell me all about it."
Fer sure.
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At the center of the planet there is an item much small than an atom. Much smaller than any of the small parts of an atom. It is here that all directions are available at the same time. North, South, East, West. Directions set into motion while spiraling in a tight circle/ball around the small item.
When spiraling outward towards the surface of the planet there tugs a gravitational wake; much like a jet spewing vapor. The spirals interlock and form check points.
Now, when leaving the surface the time and directions interchange instantaneously. This forces the normal reckoning of Time to be absolutely irrelevant.
There was a point today where there was a rainbow and i got the chance to view the rainbow from the opposite side
Instead of the vibrant colors the backside showed a smoky glimmer of sound and colors considered drab.
This caused a pause in the journey/experience. The remaining thoughts are wonderful especially knowing the view won't occur until total darkness free from the Sun in three hours.
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"Are you taking your meds?"
Don't need them. Life is good. it is good. And now, can you feel the Rainbow?
"Nope."
Why not?
"Oh, I'm sure you'll tell me all about it."
Fer sure.
*
At the center of the planet there is an item much small than an atom. Much smaller than any of the small parts of an atom. It is here that all directions are available at the same time. North, South, East, West. Directions set into motion while spiraling in a tight circle/ball around the small item.
When spiraling outward towards the surface of the planet there tugs a gravitational wake; much like a jet spewing vapor. The spirals interlock and form check points.
Now, when leaving the surface the time and directions interchange instantaneously. This forces the normal reckoning of Time to be absolutely irrelevant.
There was a point today where there was a rainbow and i got the chance to view the rainbow from the opposite side
Instead of the vibrant colors the backside showed a smoky glimmer of sound and colors considered drab.
This caused a pause in the journey/experience. The remaining thoughts are wonderful especially knowing the view won't occur until total darkness free from the Sun in three hours.
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"Are you taking your meds?"
Don't need them. Life is good. it is good. And now, can you feel the Rainbow?