Two noses pointing, one one each side. In the middle looking out the window at the coming rain hidden behind mornings blue sky.
Now two butts, two dogs laying in front of the heater, sleeping after sleep.
It would be nice though today continues yesterday.
Going deeper now as deep as I can get. Time to embrace the show face and close the doors.
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A tent was there, one once full of color with poles of straight strength. Attached facing opposite directions, guiding a ridge with height.
Once, one, singular, yet past tense the poles of the tent – snapping shattered; wind carrying flaps of greyed canvas.
Still, not so, with showing shape…Illusions. Delusions. Mirage to ease thoughts, so many thoughts one contained. Released, wasted, grounded with stakes.
Light showed the same in darkness as darkness hid from light, really then, light? If then comes morning is it still worth showing?
Where did a frame go though billowing; needed with rope to ground never stopped shadows. Gone. Complete.
Mountain covered bare. Peak slippery slope, and then. Over and over and over. Until, even the tent was finished.
Monsters don’t have many friends, and for good reason. Yes, they have people they can interact with, conduct business with, even visit with, but monsters rarely go past the point of having really good friends.
Today I heard from a soul I really like, Bob Star. Bob is a man from Hawaii and drove a taxi for a living, he also was a Marine and he was a butcher. It was wonderful to work for him last Summer, a magical moment for me as literally millions of lady bugs were answering my dream…
There was the stream, the rocks, the clover. So today was made very nice as to hear of his new plans and recent drama made the day very well indeed.
Then there was the call from Mike, a friend for sure and a study in human nature. He told me of his lack of success hunting ducks in California and of how much it rained while he was there.
It seems like the two new knee’s last year were only a start of his bionic change as he told me he now needs a new hip.
Today was a good day. The weather excellent. The potential for the future, exciting.
I hope your day was good also, no matter what day it is you’re reading this.
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Days of Friends
We are of our own making; asleep soundly and dreaming
Awake we become a part of a whole world, a world where we all are making.
For some it comes natural. To act, react, and be with other people
For most it comes hard.
With training and perseverance, sometimes people become friends.
For a monster it is almost impossible; worlds apart, different thoughts and appeals…
For this monster today i say thanks, Bob Star.
That’s how many words I typed today for a new story, titled: Things.
Started around 0900 and finished six hours later. The whole time typing the weather outside the window was wonderful, cold true, but wonderful anyway.
It is fun to write.
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Writing
School is where the young mind learns of their world…
Math, English, Science, Gym.
Can you remember who the 22nd president was, or what is the 32nd state?
Can you remember what your teacher taught you about the chemical reaction when O2 is combined with flame?
Memory is such a fickle slide, slippery slope of mixed thoughts
though
typing?
Still remembering the old style type writer, the liquid white out, the typing tests.
Today it is good I remembered as typing comes so natural now and while I remember greatly, this skill called, typing. I cannot remember my typing teachers name.
There is a site where poems written about current weekly events are accepted or rejected. Of course this is one rejected but not on my site, what I write is accepted by me always.
If you’re a writer, never accept rejection just keep writing and enjoy it.
I submitted two to them, both rejected. Here is the second one.
Now to go write another poem and submit it so it can be rejected next week and I can post it here.
Cold again this morning, thermometer reads below below
Sweating in bed only to have to rise and turn up the heat.
Many complain about cold, about mornings
but not me.
I love this weather, any weather, especially when wind is involved
No wind this morning, just a large moon, a clear sky, and the memory of sleep.
ZZ Top is a great band. I love their music and when that music is put to video…great! The following video is also great because it shows what men like to watch, beautiful women and cars and soap and, and, and, did I mention beautiful women?
Women: A blessing and a curse for men of this world. Strange creatures for sure. It makes me wonder how male humans could even consider forsaking women and instead crave the physical of men. But then again, I’m a monster so I guess it is what it is.
A joke: God saw Adam was sad and alone and told Adam, “I see you’re lonely. How would you like a companion that would be of great comfort to you, please you, be with you, love you? A companion that is kind, peaceful, intelligent, and never hurt or abuse you?”
Adam replied, “What would that cost God?”
“Your left foot.”
Adam thought for a minute and God saw the disappointment in Adams face so he said, “Okay, how about the same companion only this time she will suffer monthly cramps, be a bit cranky, strange, weird, and crazy to be around but most of the time she will be the perfect companion?”
Adam asked God the same question, “How much will it cost me?”
“Your right hand.”
Adam sat in silence thinking about the two offers and there cost and with a smile coming to his face asked God, “What kind of companion can I get for one rib?”
And today we see the result of that deal…Beautiful women, wonderful to be around sometimes, crazy, strange emotional creatures…but ya gotta love em.
It feels so good to be free to write again, so good indeed. Had a good laugh about a man I know who thinks he knows something, wonderful to see ignorance run your world.
Speaking of worlds, today I got a new tooth installed, or what is commonly known as, a cap.
Way cool how it all went down but first I learned much from the dental assistant pertaining to her husbands logging outfit, it was nice to see her speak the truth. The next assistant I learned about the man with the large abscess on the roof of the mouth that ruptured and caused her to gag, what with all the puss and all.
Next, I questioned the Doc about many things and learned many things.
After all the learning I watched and felt as they did their magic. Most was mundane and mechanical but the tooth making was very interesting indeed.
The dentist owns a machine costing in excess of $100,000. It is a milling/lathe machine that turns tiny block of material ranging in hardness from soft to extremely tough. The machine does it all with no human supervision.
My cap took 13 minutes (of course, it had too…) to make and I got to watch it be made by the machine.
Yes, the whole ordeal cost almost $1200 but it was well worth it, and of course, inspirational.
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Hands form symbols which form worlds which form.
Hands to give or take
to make and destroy
to caress or slap.
A mummy in Cairo reveals death by jaw infection and disease
Today, the people have wonderful machines to enhance life.
Machines to drive and fly, plow and grade, lift and swim
So many machines as they run your world.
Funny thing though, about these machines,
if they keep evolving faster than humans
the machines will rule the world, and will no longer need
people.
One of my favorite numbers, 13. One to represent, three to mean, together a perfect marriage. Also, another good morning to be!
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Hello monster, I see you slept well
Dreams full to the brim and so much to write
So much to look forward with foot placed on any coming trouble.
Worldly news: Obama’s dog bites a girl, stitches are needed
Trump still dances and twirls
EPA taken to task over coal miners lost jobs
CNN gets a taste of humiliation…
basically, humanity stands fast.
Hello world, it’s me, just a simple monster
a smile upon my face, two corgi’s by my side, and toast
Today is another 13, another day to be, and it won’t be my last.
It be that time of year when the younguns from the big ol black cows start a poppin out on the snow them little calf buggers. Lookin a lot like raisons on rice or flys on flour…
Tuday there be a who0oole lot of them little buggers a bouncin all round the place. Seen a whole bunch a runnin n jumping followering the hay tractor, thow they dont give a can a bean fer dry stuff as they only can drink the white stuff.
Mighty inspirating fer a poem.
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Pop N Go
Heavy fat cow with black fer color, settin aside by herself
Most the herd be standin round, eaten n such or talkin cow stuff
N then she starts her labor n out pops a bunch of gooye stuff.
Little black fellar though sometimes it be a toss n the little black fellar is actully a heffer
Layin all still while the momma sets to licken up the goo, n the little black calf
Seems sorta cruel the nature, what with throwin sno n rane, little calf starts out slow n then…
At furst they a try to stand, only to fall back down n then up, n then down, n then…
Standing on all four with a splaid leg look all a wobble.
A lookin fer the tit, sometimes stickin ther nose in the momma’s ass.
But ya gotta hand it to that mother natur, them calfs, they end up sucking on that tit
Like little pigs they are, a suckin n suckin n then…
Pow, it don’t take long n they be off to the races
Given ther momma fits, what with a jumpin n runnin, some even wiggle thru the barb wire fence.
Yes sir, it be that time of year agin when the sno be fallen n rane n hail
A time when the wether be crazee, when calfs be born,
a time when all the momma cows get a bit thinner n a horse throat puttin up with the younguns shit.
Robin Lipinski 