“Hey Robin, after reading your last piece of drivel I got horny and had lustful thoughts towards some of those black cows I saw on a cattle drive today…”

And this interests me, how?

“Geez, I thought you’d be interested. I know how freaky you are. So, really, do you think a black cow and myself could enjoy some carnal bliss?”

Parasite, I’m positive you could enjoy carnal bliss with a pumpkin pie and a cheese pizza.

“Yah, you’d be correct in that assessment. Speaking of which, is there any cheese pizza left?”

Yep, in the freezer, and don’t be doing anything necropheliac  you sick bastard you.

“Oh trust me, that angus cow has my full attention…oh wait, is that a chocolate eclair, oh me so horny…”

(Robin slowly banged his head on the desk as the parasite is a frustrating creature to be around.)

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Love:  So much has been written about that word. Words describing it in so many ways that only the spelling of the word is what was held common. Love to show the vivid actions of sexual perversion all the way to the opposite spectrum of trying to describe the love of God.

I was lucky to have fallen in love with two M’s. (sorta like a bag of M&M’s) “M&M’s? Did someone mention more chocolate candy? Oh, me so horny…”

Shut up parasite and here (taking some jelly beans out of an old work jacket of which whose age was between very old and ancient) go enjoy whatever it is you do to jelly beans. And finally for this story, the parasite was last seen combing its barb wire hair and crooning some kind of love song to a red jelly bean…poor bean.

Anyway, love that was allowed for me to feel has been strange indeed. Oh my, so strange indeed. Both loves have had their high points and low, both causing great pain and great joy. For a monster, such pain and joy are so rare they could be deemed, ‘non-existent’.

I suppose there was a reason to discover the feeling of love as to truly understand an emotion one has to truly experience it. While it’s true many people fall into and out of love much like a stripper drops her clothing for men with currency, I feel they truly do not know love, only the chemical reactions and mental pathways of genetic imprinting – much like a dog that has never seen tall grass circles their doggy bed as if flattening the grass before bedding down.

Monsters destroy without even trying and trust me when it is written  that I’ve destroyed much on many worlds yet they also create and it must be said that true love can create so much where so much never existed before.

In a way I’ve learned much about love. The costs, the trials, and for me it boils down that love is truth. I’ve learned I cannot deny what truly exists, and on this shitty planet I am very thankful to have learned the realness of what so many give false meaning to.

In both loves of this shells life it all hinged on nothing of a sexual nature. I fell in love with humans who were females and just were. By this I mean they existed to the point where they entered my world, and it felt wonderful and strange as my world is not your world, not even close.

Yes, sex is wonderful but if one were to hinge their love with sex being a main pillar then it is lust, not love. And yes, lust is wonderful but it is not love.

Just to let you know I  betrayed both loves in a way that had to be as it is. One love was my wife, the other, a stranger. Both held my heart and this heart is not a cozy one to hold rather it could freeze your soul or burn it.

Yes, I felt love and destroyed it as that is what monsters do. But you know what? It is a true gift to now really know what love is and know this, love is not from this world. It is not from my worlds. It comes from a world far from this and those and also know this, God has an excellent sense of humor…

and now a poem about love. it marks probably 264 billion of just poetry written about love as love has always been written about for as long as mankind has had a soul.

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God and Love

 

Eyes open  lids filled with blood and lash, to see a world given

a gift of ocean, sky, mountain, field, river, desert, ice…

a world of life.

 

To find peace with fingers reaching to grasp so much knowledge

tilling the soil til harvest…

fishing the waters full of   bounty…

 

Alone the people knew nothing, together they felt communion

the songs, the drum, the music, the dance

feast full of flavor, villages full of laughter.

 

A world filled with so much, so much anger, war, and hatered

soon and sooner if it were not changed

the world would come to an end.

 

For all around, abounding, jumping, full of creation

the rainbow, the rain, the fertile soil, the children…

something was missing.

 

A white dove descended from the hands of the Master of Creation

and from this fell,

a white single feather.

 

Spiraling with the wind across lands and waters

through storms and calm

fell this feather.

 

Until and then

landing upon the hearts around a very corrupt world

the gift of love from God to his people.