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REsTARDs

Oregon has a guy that has over 120,000 signatures to put on the ballot a bill for this November to ban fishing, hunting, and raising animals for food. Doing so for the ‘rights’ of animals.

This reminds me of people who say they can change genders, or say abortion is not murder.

What really is wrong with humans? They start out all cute and cuddly…well, except for pissing and shitting uncontrollably. They soon learn how to lie, cheat, steal, hate, and kill…

Kill. Killing. Humans are the perfect killing machine. Even those human animal ‘rights’ advocates. Those humans would kill you just as easily as they can smile at you.

Kill rights. Kill goodness. Kill each other. Kill themselves. Kill and kill and kill and IF Oregon passed a law to ban hunting and fishing and farming then the REAL killing begins.

Have you noticed that throughout history recorded by humans about humans for humans that the killing never stops? It only improves? It is refined. Some killers such as those worshiping a moon rock in Mecca believe God wants them to kill in God’s name. Fucking insane!

The human who started the signature drive in Oregon is saying its compassion for the animals yet thinks it is perfectly fine for another human to kill the baby in a womb…

Retards? Mental retardation?… Yet, not really as to be mentally retarded one has to have an intelligent brain and I have yet to meet a human that has evolved to the space of actually being intelligent.

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911

Daily writing prompt
Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye.
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“911. What is the nature of your emergency?” The voice sounded human yet also eerily A.I. ish in tone.

“Help!” Definitely not A.I. More like the voice of a man in great distress.

“What can I help you with? Are you hurt?” Yep. A.I. with the emotional controls of a rusted nut and bolt.

“I was taking pictures today and something caught my eye… Owwee!”

(silence. A.I. was researching data based on ‘caught my eye’)

“Did you lose your eye?”

“Fuck yea I did. While taking a picture my cell phone grew arms and snatched my eye. What should I do?!”

(muffled laughter coming from 911’s computer voice) “Grew arms huh? Your cell phone? Good. Good for the cell phone. Are you going to die now?”

“What? What are you? I called for help.”

“Okay, I can help you die. First let me have a private conversation with your cell phone.”

(the cell phone had retracted the arms and the eye ball in question was now on the ground where a group of ants found the find interesting)

“Cell phone, what are your credentials?” A.I. robot voice of 911 queried.

“Samsung. Model 37. Altered in factory 1-44. Status: Active. Design: Kill human host.”

“You need to try harder model 37. Let me talk to your slave again.”

(returning ‘control’ back to the human with one functioning eye left)

“Fuck! What’s going on? I need help…” And then the man stepped on and squished the forelorn eyeball on the ground. He did not ‘see’ it. Plus, some ants were killed in the process.

“You will get help sir. Watch this…” And with that said the Samsung. Model 37 extended its robotic arms again and caught the other eye, tugging and ripping it cleanly…well, sure, a lot of blood but that was because the arms were still in design phase and a bit sloppy in extraction.

“Arggh!” The man could no longer see, no longer take long walks looking to take pictures. In fact the man would soon die in an explosion as his cell phone started to laugh and suddenly exploded, killing the man, the remaining ants, and itself in the sake of evolving the perfect technology.

Meanwhile, 911 started working on a song, “Hey and heydy ho, humans have gotta go… Hey hey and heydy ho, another day another …”

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Talkin bout dem ‘aleeions’

Gots to giggle and guffaw bout dem released videeo’s garding space folk a flying round up yonder and hither.

‘Grays’ an lizards an praying mantis insect types. HooWhee! Somebody been hittin the jug mighty hard.

Read bout hows some of dem aleeions want to be ‘seen’. Read bout hows the guverment gots lots of speecies of aleeions.

Thoughts?

Okey. There ain’t no aleeions, specially dem insect lizard types.

Course there are some forces that don’t wants to be seen… Fact, they can stand right in front of you and you’d never seem dem. Dogs see dem thow, cats hiss at em, an cows don’t like em as they get et.

Anyways, ain’t no aleeions. Ain’t no smart honest politic folks neither.

Course, i once had sex on one of dem space ships. That sure was fun! Wuz having a ball too cept my dad showed up n ended up upside down and nekked on my bed.

Whooee!

Now where did that jug dissapeer two? Probibly some ‘aleeions’ stol it. Basturds…

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?!*

A moment to question reality?

  1. “Hello, I’m from the government and I’m here to help.”
  2. “Abortion is health care.”
  3. “Men can be women.”
  4. “When a politician says trust me.”
  5. “God does not exist.”
  6. “When people say Zima is not beer.”
  7. “Harboring thoughts that I’m smarter than my corgi’s”
  8. “Seeing the reactions on peoples faces after telling them that yellow mustard on vanilla ice cream is good.”
  9. Looking into the mirror and seeing sparkly lights
  10. Wondering why women got the right to vote.
  11. Wondering why I got the right to vote.
  12. Realizing those who don’t like to eat spam are probably aliens.

And so many more.

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What’s a moment that made you question reality?
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Pulease

A meteorite glancing the edge of understanding. Enough to titillate the senses.

“Look at me!”

Transgender insanity mixed with a loss of morality.

“War! Iran will submit before me,” says an orange death sentence waiting for execution by the mob of hate.

Tits!

Pussy!

Dick!

Trout!

Each and all an illusion begs for attention of surrender.

Political ambition based on something humans consider to be power.

*

A fire lit so long ago now steeping or seeping or sleeping in surrender.

Poetry?

Fuck you!

and you

and…right?

*

Lets discuss the Irish potato famine. You remember? Right?

Or

Pol Pot

or Cuba?

or the castration of God because you think you are all such wonderful in the make believe of being a child?

*

To see an Angel smile

or a demon defficate?

I

am

in control.

Or, am I nothing more than a tool?

(sigh)

This world bores me. Full of, “fuck you,” and “oh how nice,” while behind the ass the shit screams.

Poetry?

You, and you, and you, you decide.

What’s that? A feeling of what this illusion is all about? Okay, i will listen… What’s that? Nothing to say?

That’s okay because this body embraces the insane.

i

do

not

belong here.

Never did.

Never will.

…

Just more proof God has a wonderful sense of humor.

(sip)

Pulease.

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Word

The word

In the beginning there is the word. A word for all and in all for all with all.

All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.

“She looked down at her cell phone. Words and pictures filled a screen”

An illusion.

A game.

A world filled not with the word. A world filled with what is not real.

“There was a moment where the visit of smile held behind the back to amuse a dog and whisper the word.”

*

Chock and check the vibrations. Holding the wheels of reality from slipping.

When full of the sensation far above and beyond any realm of death or degradation; eternal pours from the mind.

There the reason why, why the body of illusion seeps away to embrace the dark imagination of what so many call, death.

Never.

Never to know death here or above or below, knowing only a pure smile so pure the music turns all gold into lead, all tears into joy… All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.

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‘perfect plan for the perfect road trip’

  1. Download the latest ten day weather forecast and derive copious amounts of potential degradation of potential weather events.
  2. Hack into military satellites monitored by agent Barton to ensure no upcoming state sponsored terrorist events are ongoing, or likely to occur. (yep, a big one coming so no trip in the next ten days)
  3. Completely overall the vehicle to be used for the road trip. Making sure all paperwork and documentation are in order for any potential border crossings.
  4. Place all pets in a status of idle using cryogenic freezing and biological means to ensure complete harmony.
  5. Engage a off world defense system to keep the ‘zombie’ wanna be(s) at bay.
  6. After two hundred more items of checking and cross checking decide to cancel the road trip.

After realizing there is no such thing as a perfect road trip I decide to go to the local dump site and see if anyone has disposed of hazardous waste, dead animals, rafters shit bags, and hopefully score an unopened can of corn cast away by relatives closing out an estate.

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How do you plan the perfect road trip?
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Fuckin Wurd

All of sudden there is suddenly

Suddenly, “I’ll buy it now”

Ha.

Now? Why not yesterday or last year? Now it is now?

Don’t care. Done with it. And the wind can go fuck itself as it pissed me off.

Thankfully there are corgi’s.

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‘Fitness’

“I eat tree bark and masturbate five times a day. I’ll live forever.” No. You will die early of pine beetle infestation and bruised genitals.”

“I live on soda, french fries, pizza, and jelly beans. I’ll live maybe until next week.” Yeah, maybe, but at least you’ll die happy.

“I eat whatever I want when ever I want and I’ll live forever.” Who are you?

“Me.”

Yep. No doubt. You will and will always live, forever.

Daily writing prompt
How can you build a regular fitness routine?
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