I’m enjoying this new forum. No stress, no editors, no limits, no worries, no expectations, just a site to spill words, to be what I like to be and fuck the rest of this world.

“I like your attitude Robin, finally you’re starting to see things my way.”

No parasite, I see a whole lot more than you could ever dream, but I do like your attitude, it has helped me through some tough shit.

“Does that mean I get ice cream and potato chips now?”

Nope. You just get to be a part of my life as only you know what I am.

“Oh lucky me, what about your ‘love’ and Margareta, and, and, and…”

Shut up parasite. Monsters are not allowed to embrace love or hate.

“What are they supposed to be then, robots? In that case Robin you’re the perfect ‘tool’. Ha Ha Ha!”

Let me tell you parasite. A monster such as what i am only answers to God and God will not allow the monster to experience love or hate. It can only smell, taste, feel the extremes, never be a part of them. To cry at the simplest of children’s actions all the way to destroy an entire planet if ordered too, without remorse/hate/ or any feelings at all. I am a monster and know full well the understanding of what is. It sucks because this shell is human in composition and shadows of emotions draw me to this world. What an enigma…i dislike it immensely. This world is so backwards, so primitive, so hostile, yet God favors it so it must be what it is. I must say though, i will be very happy when my assignment is over, there are much better places, much better worlds to live in as a monster. Much better than this moment.

“Robin, you need to get laid, get drunk, maybe go buy some weed. You’re talking weird shit…”

No. Sex is meaningless. Getting drunk only satisfies the body not a monsters mind, and weed only makes me hungry. No parasite, what I need to do is work, watch, study, learn, and follow the Will of God. It is nice I’m allowed to write and draw but i have no choice in that.

“What, no ‘free will’ no freedom?”

Free will is for humans, as for freedom,  freedom i have plenty of as long as i obey God.

“Oh boy, you’re fucking fruit loops Robin. All this God crap. Let me guess, you’ve seen God? Talked with God? Whooee, you’re one strange asshole…”

There is  a lot that cannot be written as this world is not ready for such but it can be said that yes, God and i talk. For example: Last night a drawing was made, one fully understood. The language used is a very old language, the pictures full of meaning.

“Oh man, you seriously need help. When they come in the paddy wagon and put your ass in a straight jacket I’ll be sure to tell them you talk to God, unicorns, and believe the world is flat.”

Good for you parasite, you do that. Now, a picture that means much to me, and a poem.

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Wind

Walking; pushed; pulled

Sitting to feel grounded, feeling pulse of heaven and earth.

 

Lines spinning – length to eternity, pointed dot, centered

My friend, the spirit of the wind, ever around, again-again-again…

Thanks for coming when needed.

 

Amen.