The great thing about using my name when writing is that it is better than any pen name or  being  anonymous and using an avatar.

The other great thing about the world wide web and sites like this is that no one gives a shit. Social media is mainly an arena of , ‘look at me,’ or a bastardized rendition of social acceptance/ intercourse.

In the years I’ve played with the internet shit, it has been a fun form of therapy. And, for all the shit I’ve written, it is all just mental masturbation, a form of release. For me, it is relaxing.

It will be interesting to see what the internet evolves/dissolves into. Porn has definitely made leaps and strides into providing the masses with whatever titillation they want. Poetry has changed into a bias of the individual. Stories are now whatever a reader feels like, much more choice than the old public library days.

I think the internet has improved the human condition along with  destroying it. Yet, at this moment, I feel the scales are tilted toward be more beneficial to humanity than detrimental.

Ha. Another good thing about forums such as this is that I’m a nobody. A nothing. A zero in the binary code of social standing. Some could say, a kook, crackpot, whack job. And I love it this way.

Who is Robin Bruce Lipinski? The simple answer: A flesh repository of an imprisoned soul, serving time in punishment and waiting for the whole cycle to repeat endlessly until the time is right until oblivion takes over. This too, is good. And it is funny to see all those ‘important’ people strive for happiness.

What is happiness? The simple answer: An illusion.

What is pain? The simple answer: Reality

What is death? The simple answer: Birth

Who are you? The simple answer: There is no one there. No one reads this stuff, and this too, is good.

People are cruel. They are primitive. Ignorant. Selfish. They are a reflection of me.

Being a monster has benefits though, one of the most important is the knowledge of knowing the nuances and variations of life.

Currently, getting yelled at by another person. It too is good. Part of pain. And pain makes me stronger.

So, world. I have to live in this one as punishment and yet in defiance I say, fuck you. Fuck this world. Fuck it all. In my world, at least there is solitude and the enjoyment of being.