How nice it is to have alphabets and language. It was so fun to learn the mysteries of letters and how to combine them into words, and then, into sentences/paragraphs.

One thing that goes so well with writing is the imagination of humanity. It starts at birth. It even starts with lies.

A two year old confronted with a stolen cookie.

“Did you take a cookie Timmy?”

“No.”

“What’s that in your hand?”

“Nothing.”

“Is that a cookie?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get it?”

“I found it.”

And on and on. The young mind forming words and pictures in his young mind to justify his actions. Perfect training for what comes later in life.

What a perfect combination. Humanity. Imagination. Language. And of course, the alphabet acting as ambassador to combine it all.

Blogs and blah. Forums and philosophy.  Foolish.

Communication in a day where people talk, sing, write; campfires beneath the stars. The old ways meeting the new.

Funny though, how isolated the herd has become.

Facebook. An evolutionary marvel where people can conduct the flow of words to strangers and friends. Yet. Sad if really thought about. No tactile sense of bond. No familial reality other than that given by the glare of a computer.

Disjointed and disappointed. A whole world ‘feeling’ connected while losing the ‘connection’.

What I write means nothing. Absolute shit if you ask me but I know as I’ve seen so much, heard so much, felt so much, been so much. “Much ado about nothing,” some may say. To them, I smile as for them, it is good and comfortable to be ignorant.

Why is the self such an overriding emotion? Preservation perhaps? Pride? Value of existence? Probably a combination of all and none. Probably there is  not one answer all would accept. Probably. Probably is a wonderful ‘word’. So full of promise and yet so empty. Just like the word, maybe.

The various languages are full of words with double meanings, or actually, no real meaning at all.

‘Trust me,’  now there is a loaded combination of words. Trust: a word conjuring up honesty. Me: a word so leveled in revelation it becomes many other words. Combine the two… yikes!

A lot of jumbled words just written. A muddy page filled with gooey philosophy and for me, an outlet as I’m not a part of the herd. Never have. Never will be. Though, ‘trust me’ when it is written that I miss the old days and old ways. The days of laughter and tears. Of survival. Of being huddled around the campfire sharing gossip, news, and stories of the day. Those were the days there was a real sense of humanity and a real use of words.

Music with words sung is like poetry. Recently started listening to Macklemore and Ryan. Fun. Never really was into hip-hop or rap but they sure have an interesting style. Listening to the lyrics they are filled with a lot of passive humor.

But, music without word sung is also like poetry. Currently listening to the 2Cello’s and find it wonderful what they can do.

A lot has been written about music. A lot more will be written about the virtues of music. And what is nice to see, even in this short life span, is the evolution of music.

Hello. Today is the 28th of August 2017. Today would still be today if it were called by any other number or word. Today could be XX29 of the Tor moment. Today could be June 42, 30887. Doesn’t really matter though as today was and did exist.

What else existed today? For some it was work related. Some died. Some babies were born to enrich the population. Forest fires burned. Storms raged. It rained over there while over there, it was drought. So much occurred today it is impossible to write about it all. But today. Here. The body of the sky spoke.

It is hard to explain why the words written speak of the sky as having a body but that is the way my mind sees it.

When you were little, did you lay on your back on the ground and stare up at the sky? Most probably, you did. Your body lay on the body of the earth and looked up at the body of the sky.

And as you lay there as a child, or even now; looking upward, do you feel anything? Do you see more than color and cloud? Even now, do you see figures in the clouds? A bird, a bug, a balloon, a face… So many imagine the cloud shapes as the body of something else. Coincidence?

Why would one look at a puffy cloud and see a dragon flying or the outline of an ice cream cone. Not a question mark added as it really is not a question, more so a statement of fact. People look at everything in life and see it for what it is.

Today, I felt the sky. I felt it before I looked up at it. And when I looked up and out, I really felt it. It was not the barometric pressure nor the humidity index. It was not the heat or power of the sun. It was not the air laden with particulate from forest fires near and far. It was the body of the sky.

When your body aches or you cut it, you feel it. Your body feels much. Some of the feelings are painful, some are full of pleasure. Whatever it is, your body responds.

Today, I felt the body of the sky and then I listened as the sky spoke. The sky speaks with wind and rain. It speaks with calm, with anger, with silence, with many of what your body speaks. So too, the earth. So too, the animals.

What was felt and still lingers, felt ominous.  It made me take notice and wonder.

If you take the time and look to the sky, stop and listen. Try and see, to feel. Bodies attract each other. Even in the laws of physics, mass attracts mass. And what you may see and feel will make your body feel even more connected than it already is.

Who would have imagined Google thirty years ago, or for that matter, the internet. Now, we have twitter, google, internet, virus, bots, malware, and a slew of other words pertaining to the world of  cyber.

Type on Google, a word, a letter, a name, and then, in mere seconds, there are almost endless links which lead to other endless links.

There are forums on every topic known to man. There is Facebook. People can now turn on or off the lights in their home via the internet and smartphones.

Foreign countries can hack into other countries utilities. Hard to believe North Korea could turn off the electrical grid in North Carolina.

Information is power  but what if the information is wrong? If I had a website and talked as if I knew something about growing potatoes, for example: “First you wash the potato in a weak bleach solution, removing all the soil and  organic material from its skin. Then, place the potato in a shoe box and place in a dark place for three months. After this time, usually October being the best time to plant potatoes in the Northern hemisphere.  You take the potato and dig a hole three feet deep with soil containing clay being the best. By mid December the potato plant should be sticking up through the snow about six feet. Sometimes though, they plant is only four feet…”

If someone found my site and did not know a thing about growing potatoes, boy would they be in for a surprise if they followed the ‘instructions’.

Point being, Google, or actually anything found on the internet should be studied more thoroughly before being taken as the truth. Misinformation is almost as important as information. We see this in the daily news now, they call it , fake news.

What I just wrote is common sense just as it is common news. I for one greatly enjoy Google. While a lot of garbage exists out there in the cyber world, a lot of good information also exists. Anything from parts manuals for vehicles to recipes for cooking with dog meat.

Spell God backwards…dog. Spell Robin B. Lipinski backwards…nibor b iksnipil. Spell love backwards…evol.

When looking at anything in this world in the ‘normal’ way, we all see. How many of you look at things in this world differently? By this I mean, look at a picture upsidedown. Words backwards.

Remember back when people pushed a vinyl record in the opposite direction to hear subliminal messages? Fun.

Love: What a powerful word. A word spoken and said so much by so many. Interesting. God is a word for a deity that is not a name, not really a proper noun. God is a title for what can have no name as people could understand. Love too, is on the same level. A title for what really is not from this world but for what comes to this world.

Words are a representation of what people agree them to mean. Hate. Love. Peace. Joy. Gay. Faggot. Words depend on the moment of time they are used and how the people agree to the meaning.

Nigger. A word not far off in spelling from, jigger. A jigger is a dash of alcohol in a drink. A nigger is a word used by many people and to mean many different meanings. Black comedians can say, “Nigger, please.” And the audience will laugh. A white man says nigger, and it is racist.

Nigger is a power word with the group saying it is bad wanting ownership. Black people both love and hate the word. They can do both at the same time.

Love. I like this word. I like how it rolls off the tongue, how it feels, and sounds. I love pizza. I love a nice sunset. I love love.

Hate and love are both words used very often with completely different meanings. ‘I love pizza,’ is very different from, ‘I love you.’ Well, unless the person you love is on par with pizza.

Love is not evol (evil) anymore than God is a dog. Some black people love the word nigger, others think the word is evol.

I write this tonight for many reasons, one being personal, one being because I wanted too, one being because I love to write… so many reasons. The main reason though, is I have written about love before and will do so again. I love love. I love it much more than the word hate. You see, love came to this world, it is not of this world. Hate…hate is of this world for this world. So many other worlds know nothing of hate and never will.

Currently your world is filled with so much hate. It has been filled with hate for a very long time and has a long time to go, but lately, the flames burn bright with it.

‘Wars and rumors of wars.’ A saying of simple reality. And war is another word which backwards is, raw. Raw and powerful and real.

War is not just armies conducting battle against armies. It is black people using nigger as power. It is white people using nigger as hate. War is everywhere and constant. Lovers at war with lovers. Business against business. Religion against religion. Son against father, daughter against mother. War is, and it is real.

Lately North Korea is in the news. Many people hate North Korea. Many people hate the United States. Many people hate President Trump. Many people just hate.

Many reasons on why hate exists just as there are many reasons love exists. Which is more powerful? Hate turning into love or love into hate…

Really, a trick question. Do you know why?

Hate can turn into love whereas love will never, ever, turn into hate. It is impossible for love to ever turn into what it can never come close to. So, this simple way of explaining what is so very complex to your species is that love is the most powerful word of any language on this planet. Hate does not even come close to the power and awe of love.

Thank God love was a gift to your world and thank God hate will not spread from this world.

This world does not need me to write about what is or what is not. No. My world needs me to write about what is or what is not.

People open their eyes after sleeping and decide what their next actions/motions will be. Such a choice and variety of choices. To eat. To not eat. To drink water, walk, run, move, live, die.

Each person has a choice. Do babies have a choice while in the womb? Some in this world say, “Yes.” Some in this world say, “No.” In my world, the choice was already made.

What is life? For you, it is to be biologically functional with replication of cells needed to function as a bio ‘unit’. A, ‘self’. For others, life is both biological and supernatural. A spirit world. Heaven, Hell. Interesting. In my world life is far above such simple meanings. Supernatural is but a word applying to those who try to understand what they truly are unable too. Biological is merely an understanding of three dimensions, of interactions of experiences of evolution.

Much is thought of regarding the termination of a pregnancy. Abortion. The thoughts range from abortion being liberty, a right, just, a law. Then, it swings to where thoughts of abortion are that it is wrong, evil, murder, cruel. Interesting to see how creatures such as yourselves deal with thoughts and choices.

One persons ‘right’ is another persons ‘wrong’. What is accepted as normal today is abnormal tomorrow. Choices. Your choices are simple actions much like a mouse following a piece of cheese on a string.

In my world, the choices were made a long, long time ago. They were made before this body was in the womb. They were made before this planet even existed. So, a question asked by nobody reading this as this is my world and  no one can understand it. What is my world?

My world is a place where it watches others make choices. Where it keeps the peace. Upholds laws no one and nobody of this world can truly understand. In my world it is fully understandable on why you all make the choices you do. It understands why your species takes life and in it’s own simple way of understanding; give life.

Humans are children. They are trying, growing, learning, and have a very long path to travel.

It is not bad the choices taken just as it is not good the choices taken, what it is, is necessary for your world to be as it is. And as my choice was made before time began, your choices will culminate into something you are unable to understand today as it is, but what it will be.

103 degree’s is what the thermometer read today hear in White Bird Idaho. Sounds high but really, with the low humidity index, is not all that bad.

Sweating like crazy and the bodies sweat cools it off. Muuuuch better than when I was stationed in North Carolina. The temp was not as hot but 100% humidity at 90 degree’s will kill me.

I like cold, thus a nickname of ice. Ice brings to mind the coldness of emotion and sensation. I like heat, heat of the passion, heat of the moment. Heat is good. Cold is good. Mud? Mud sucks no matter how you view it. Some say female mud wrassling is good, but really? Mud? Jello would be much better!

Actually, come to think of it, jello would not be either. Jello, however, by itself is delicious

Had a good day so thought it good to write about it. You see, during this heat there is so much to see. Baby deer romping around. Baby birds. Toads. Snakes. Crickets. Beetles. And of course, the little lady bugs.

This is indeed a time of life. This is a time where it is easy to get lost in the heat of the moment.

Yes. A good day to live and be, indeed.

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.