Today was the first day of a new year and while swimming today I thought that actually for humans  the two most  important days of their respective lives are the day they are conceived and the day they take their last gasp of air, everything  in between is just fragments of emotions passing time.

Today the water at Zim’s Hot Springs was wonderful, laden with fecal matter and urine to be sure but not bad considering. There were many people out and enjoying this first day by skiing and taking a dip in hot pee.

Sitting there I watched many young, beautiful women dressed in various bikini’s, all with their hair put up so as to not get wet. They had beautiful bodies, supple muscles, and a joy to watch. Many had tattoo’s.

I also watched many young, handsome men dressed in fashionable swim attire, all with hair styles to match the current moment. They had beautiful bodies, supple muscles, and a joy to watch. Many had tattoo’s

In this part of the world the human sexual rut will be in full force in another two months but today was a good precursor of the festivities to come.

The girls grouped themselves together and talked of whatever human females like to talk about while the boys grouped themselves together and talked of whatever human males like to talk about.

Monsters can do more than watch and listen, they can participate, infiltrate, and study.  Today the air was filled with sexual tension. Most of the girls thought of sex with males but not all, two were thinking of sex with each other. Now, the same was almost the same for the boys but this day all the boys were thinking of sex with girls. Sometimes the ratio is different but today 100% of the males were thinking about sex with females.

The women were fun to watch as the female body is truly beautiful, especially when healthy, and the young men amusing as the males of most species are humorous and interesting as they pursue what they must – an evolutionary necessity and very enjoyable to watch.

Coyness. Aloof. Hard-to-get. The females are experts at acting uninterested, again, all a part of the evolutionary process and a common trait among mammals and birds. The men were young and proud and most already had ‘girl’ friends yet the games were played, the pheromones released… strutting, tit jutting, laughter, eye contact (and lack thereof) oh, it is a story as old as mankind and today only a training run for what becomes very serious in only a few weeks.

I enjoy the ruts of various species as that is how life is created/continued and for humans the experience of watching what the humorous creatures do is most enjoyable.

Yes, today’s swim/soak was very nice, pee and fecal matter included. And while watching young women and men play the sex game it does get boring after an hour or so, so the wild turkeys that flew by changed things up and the conversation excellent.

The era of canon was mature ever since the formulation of gunpowder matured earlier in China. Heavy iron forged in the sweat and determination of nations trying to win the title, ‘King of the world’.

Water and rust; corrosion was the cost of destruction. Naval battle was more against the elements than the foes fighting in reply. The answer to such were the development of bronze weapons of destruction, even brass was a preferred metal.

The carriage was wooden carrying the Dutch made masterpiece into the theater of operations far away in a country called, India. It was not alone as it traversed the cold terrain of the mountains with an accompaniment of four other carriages carrying canon along with powder, shot, ball, fuse, and soldiers determined to show the enemy the power of their mighty weapons.

Slowly the men and machines of death wound their way up a pass where on the other side there  awaited flame, honor, and death spitting from the mouth of war.

“Hey there, watch the lead,” the officer bellowed a reprimand to one of the men guiding the large Belgium horse leading its brethren .

“Yes sir,” and with some swearing and tap of his stick made the horse submit to his bidding.

The weather was white, cold, and the golden glow of the bronze canons reflected everything, even the feeble light shining on the scene. Soon it would be dark and all that would be seen would be some torches as the group sought the shelter of camp.

The next morning the men broke camp, the horses tethered to their cargo and the movement of war progressed back up the mountain.

Mighty this scene; sunlight now full and reflecting off the shimmering canon. The horses labor produce clouds of nostril steam accompanied by the swearing of the soldiers tending to the progress.

On mounted steed the officers smiled as they knew the coming battle would be wonderful indeed. There was honor and glory in death, especially when victorious over the enemy. It had always been this way and it always will be.

As the sun rose higher in the sky even with the coldness of the air some of the snow on the carriage and canon melted. There would be no corrosion this day as the bronze was an armor against something so trivial as water. Water… so simple that even a kiss from a sun located far away in the heavens could cause it to melt and flee with gravity.

High above the scene but far below the sun the mountains were heavy with snow. As the light hit the peaks it caused the wind to appear and play with the mountains. A wisp of snow flew across the sky and below the mounted officers smiled at the natural beauty.

It was simple and small with no witness other than the wind which nudged a piece of hard snow to fall from a drift high atop a rocky ledge. This small piece fell and rolled, dislodging other pieces of snow which in turn gathered more friends in white, until the whole world noticed a mountain of snow dislodge and plummet in a fury of wind, clouds, snow, sound, speed, and death.

The army had no chance, no chance at all other than to have chosen not to travel a mountain pass in winter. Better they had stayed at garrison and dream of war as now they were to be nothing more than added victims.

A mountain of snow came to rest on the army. All were covered and dead. The men, horses, gear, canon; all covered leaving nothing but wind playing with mountain tops and a broken surface of now motionless snow.

Far below the surface of snow rested five bronze canon, secure from the elements and forever more silent. Now entombed with their masters for an eternity or until the sun allowed them to once more be a part of the world.

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What better way to finish the year than to watch corgi video’s. While most people are celebrating a New Year by drinking, visiting with friends, fireworks, and whatever it is normal people do the above video was most enjoyable for me.

Corgi’s are cool dogs, and inspirational for a poem

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Man’s Best Friend

Women are fickle in mood and a terror to be around when the air is foul.

Men are always competing as this has been bred in by generations.

Corgi’s are always amusing always causing a chuckle or smile, even when throwing a chair at them…after they ate your best pair of shoes, sofa, or dug up newly planted roses.

Women are a horror when strange and mad.

Men are testosterone ridden dicks always on the prowl for sex and women with vagina’s.

Corgis sit on their asses and smile after eating deer shit and beg for a treat, even willing to kiss you for it.

Women are wonderful when there is a leap year or you least expect it.

Men are great when they want to borrow your tools, money, or bum a ride to go fishing.

Corgi’s are without question, they are the perfect friend and companion,  always there and for a man, a best way to share existence.

Another day just like another day, though all days have time stamps. Today is the 31st of December in the ‘year’ 2016. Today is New Years Eve, denoting that tomorrow will be a new ‘year’…

“Hi-ya Robin, too bad you slept in you missed the lion chasing the deer across the yard. Too bad the kitty cat didn’t eat your precious corgi’s.” The parasite was in a good mood this morning.

Ha, if Radar (the male corgi) even got close to the kitty cat with claws it would be all over for the lion as Radar looooves the hunt, it’s just he is a little slow in the speed department what with his little legs and all.

“Oh and did you read the latest poem from that poet you like to read? Kinda nice.”

I’ll have to go check it out parasite. Is it filled with gore or food recipes?

“Nah, talks about fantasy and padded cells though.”

Sounds like my kind of poem, monsters usually end up in padded cells.

And speaking of fantasy, lets talk about today, 31 December 2016. A new day for all and yet just another memory for me as I’ve already done it. So have you parasite.

“So? Boring you are today Robin” the parasite was inside the fridge rummaging through the tupperware for left-overs…”Hey moron, did you finish the meat slices?”

Yep. Why don’t you finish the rice and gravy. And with that the parasite buried himself deeper into the fridge and was  last seen licking freezer frost where an ‘accident’ had once occurred involving strawberries.

Getting back to time, there was a time back in 2493 bc that was very memorable. It had been a hard winter the battle between the three clans intense as survival was an overriding factor, more so than glory or power. The ‘miracle’ occurring set the three on a ‘new’ course.

Sometimes weather has more say in the activities of mankind than any dreams an army has with ambitions. That ‘day’ many ‘years’ ago the bitter cold was not only replaced with a warm rain but also with a wind so powerful it stopped all fighting. For days the wind blew and for days the warriors were forced to seek shelter.

When mankind is in a survival mode it brings out their best traits. To sit in a cave, in a canyon, in any form of rock shelter or structure strong enough to secure the elements there then becomes a moment where two or more gathered, learn…

“Hey Robin, look at what I found!” A smiling parasite held up a forgotten turkey leg, one probably best left forgotten..

Oh yippy skippy for ya parasite. If I have to take you to the hospital to get your stomach pumped I think I’ll just drop you off at the dumpsters…

“Really? Thanks man, the dumpsters are a great place to score good eats.”

Anyway, today is the eve of a New Year for you and you and you. If this is read a year from now you can say, “Yeah, 31 December 2016 I was there for that day.”

Enjoy your day.

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Mom of triplets dies after babies go home for Christmas

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A UK mother who made the news for having extremely premature triplet girls who all survived has herself died unexpectedly. Rachel Park, who died at age 39 just days after taking her 9-month-old babies home from the hospital for Christmas, became pregnant after six years of trying with her husband, Steven, and on her fourth round of IVF.

“She idolized those little girls,” her husband said. “They were her world.” The cause of death is still unknown, but police say the circumstances are not suspicious, reports the BBC.

During the pregnancy, Park, a Type 1 diabetic, developed pre-eclampsia, and her blood pressure got so high that her kidneys and liver began to fail. At just 24 weeks’ pregnant, she was sent to a hospital in Newcastle 100 miles from her home, where she suffered what the Mirror calls “a serious bleed.” Doctors found a problem with blood flowing to the placenta, and performed an emergency C-section when the triplets were 26 weeks and five days along.

Due June 12, the girls were put on ventilators upon their birth on March 11 and, weighing 5 pounds combined, spent two months fighting for their lives.

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‘Unexpectedly’: An interesting word this – unexpectedly. It conjures up pictures that what should not happen, does.

In this world there are battles between forces that, as expected, are above your consciousness. Religious folks say good and evil. Self absorbed humans say good and bad shit happens on a random basis. As a monster there are battles between forces that are powerful. Sometimes silent sometimes so loud the sky breaks open…

In your world there is always a price to be paid. You want bread and do not bake, you purchase the bread with something you made or earned, or you steal it…

Stealing. Sounds so criminal but all humans are thieves. They take life of animals with little to no respect for that actually given. They pollute, destroy, even in dying they stink as the flesh rots and drives away those seeking to steal a breath of fresh air.

In the story above it is mentioned a male and female tried to have children and used the science of mankind to cheat the ‘system’.

“They were her world,” the quote about the dead mother pertaining to her babies. Interesting. Her world lived while she died, a balance made, a debt paid, cruel? To some minds, yes. This world which was her world, is a cruel place as there is no kind face to the faces of death.

The news above read by a monster brings no real emotions as the truth is revealed but what does bring emotion is the fact three lives now have their opportunity to steal, battle, live while waiting their turn to die and die they surely will. So will you, and you, and all of this world.

There is no such thing as fair, or justice, or hope or anything else on this world, your world with the exception that sometimes, unexpectedly there occurs a selfless act of love or kindness. It is rare but does occur. To see those who will die still sacrifice themselves to their world. Rachel Park, you sacrificed yourself for them and very few will truly know why. It is good to know though that your actions were not in vain.

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Black. Black is such a nice word in your many languages. The blackness of night, of a universe. So often black is looked upon as a negative when really it is all the colors in a universe combined. Contained. Trapped until parts are released with white.

The above picture is one I drew awhile ago as there was no choice, it had to be drawn. There is always something that needs to be said, to be drawn, to be felt…There is a name for such and the closest name would be, life. A black Womb surrounded by the contrast of white, it is magical, soothing, and is.

It is also inspirational for poetry. Write your own poem as you’re all poets and lucky to be who you are. You are white surrounded by blackness. Embrace the light. Embrace the black. And now, a monster writes a poem.

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Choices

Choices seem so easy when not knowing wrong from right. — To go up the steps of heaven or fall the slide to hell — reproducing what has already been created before —endless repetitions; human endeavors created after being created before.

Discover fire, to be burned and warmed by experience — Coldness sets teeth to chatter while sitting naked in the white snow — A child cries with training,  and always will, their will is what makes choices so easy when not knowing wrong from right.

Wombs of our own making. Our worlds. Our lives. Our choices — Painted by a brush with life and death — Thanks God for being our mother and allowing the colors of marriage, this struggle and marriage between black and white.

The following:

The Buffalo School Board took the unusual step of passing a resolution demanding that their own member, Carl Paladino, resign over outrageous comments he sent to a publication about the Obamas.

The resolution passed 6-2 and made an ultimatum to the staunch Trump ally to resign within 24 hours or they would petition the state to have him removed from the position.

The controversial comments were emailed by Paladino to “ArtVoice” and are being excoriated as racist. One was in answer to the question, “What would you most like to happen in 2017?” Here’s his answer:

Obama catches mad cow disease after being caught having relations with a Herford. He dies before his trial and is buried in a cow pasture next to Valerie Jarret, who died weeks prior, after being convicted of sedition and treason, when a Jihady cell mate mistook her for being a nice person and decapitated her.

Another was in answer to the question, “Who would you like to see go away in 2017?” His answer was:

Michelle Obama. I’d like her to return to being a male and let loose in the outback of Zimbabwe where she lives comfortably in a cave with Maxie, the gorilla.

I love this piece of writing and the answers a person gave. Political? Who gives a shit as everything in your world is political. Same sex marriages, marriages, divorce, eat meat, don’t eat meat, beat your meat. So it is refreshing to see honest answers in such a fucked up world of ‘political correctness’.

Yes, the stuff the man said could be deemed racist, bigoted, hateful, whatever, but you and you and everyone is just like him.

“Oh my goodness. Praise the Lord. I’m a Christian and love everyone. I would never say or do such things.”

And to such replies I say with a loud voice- horseshit times ten. ‘Religious’ folks are actually worse as they say one thing and then say such things as, “Oh, those Catholics worship a false god, that pope…” and blah de fucking blah. You’re all ignorant fucks with hiding behind a facade of nicety being the best and Hitler the worst. Me, I’m a fucking monster  way beyond your understanding. I could give you sweet dream or the worst fucking nightmare you’d wish you’d never had and could give a flying turd about your world.

I applaud Carl for saying what he felt like saying and actually what he said reminded me of what my dead brother Karl (he was no monster) would have said. Funny: Karl once wore a t-shirt to some environmental (mental being the key word) rally. On one side it said, “Nuke the whales,” on the other, “Club baby seals.” I loved it as I loved him. That red-headed nutcase was a great brother to have and I miss the prick.

It’s interesting to note also that humor is selective to most. If one worships the dolts mr. and mrs. O then what was written was offensive, hell it could be offensive to those not worshiping the dolts. I however would have howled in the same laughter if the names of Michelle and mr O were changed to Ghandi or the local mayor.

It is sooooo great to have the right to express in this country, and yet try to show what you really feel around those who don’t think like you? Not a pretty sight. An evironmentalist and a real environmentalist (logger), not pretty. And actually, as far as diversity goes, it is important to have people from all walks of life together with opposing thoughts and views, if everyone thought the same way your world would be even more fucked up than it already is.

“Damn, you made me all teary eyed with admiration, “the parasite said as it wiped tears from its face.

Good. Now after you’re finished with your emotions go get me some clam dip and crackers. Oh, and get rid of the t-shirt you’re wearing that says, “Robin has tiny balls…”

Watched a young girl today at the Hilltop cafe. She was there with her very overweight mother and grandmother. It was fun.

This little girl was around 3.2 -3.7 years old and was full of spark of life. Her singing was terrific and it was a joy to watch.

What was very interesting was her response when her grandmother asked, “Who made that mess?” while pointing at a spot on the table. After asking about five times the little girl said, “Daddy did…”

The grandmother smiled and replied, “Knowing him, yes he did.”

A person can learn a lot from the language of others, a monster can learn much, much more.

As the three got up to leave the little girl  grabbed her black purse (very large for her size). She had to make sure she had her cell phone (which did not work) and then she started to push her little pink stroller with a stuffed teddy bear as a passenger.

The little bear was white with red and black spots.

Watching her push the stroller carefully outside the view then got better as sunlight hit her on the face, revealing teeth she would lose but which were bright white today. She looked up at her grandmother and the conversation caused her to start laughing. Most wonderful to see.

Her life is before her, one filled with many choices. Based on what was felt and observed she is making the correct decisions and her future looks…good.

As for this monster, it stirred up memories of past lives and memories of coming stories. That’s what’s great about being a monster and addicted to writing…endless stories, stories of reality, of fantasy, of horror, joy, and every emotion humanity finds so important. For tonight, a poem to a little girl that caused me to smile, and my heartfelt thanks.

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Short Stuff

Booth seats to have seated so many butts

Past times where elbows hit the table, feet the floor, and food consumed; plenty

Near the window she stood, her little butt even with the table, her hair cascading to meet.

Tiny legs to stand upon the seat, moving in motion; dancing; eating; singing; laughing; looking around, even at me.

Constant energy, a blur of speed, even gliding over reprimands from her fat mother eating, much like me.

It was a wonderful meal, for body, soul, and mind, and soon it was complete

When last seeing this wonderful creature tending to her stuffed baby

there was the picture of a mature woman in her future, with her own little girl, her own family, and it was good to see.

Found a video that brought back memories of the Coast Guard. Once I played with ocean waves as a surfman running 44 mlb.

While training at Cape D our boat rolled 360 and did a 180 pivot under water.

Good times they were. The ocean is a grand place indeed. A place of life and death.

While grading today there were a gaggle, flock, herd, or actually, a stampede of wild turkey’s running down the road in front of the grader.  A very amusing sight and one of those, “I should have a camera with me…” moment.

Turkey’s are ugly birds but very intelligent. The male turkeys know the calendar and hunting seasons better than any hunter.

It was inspirational and a ‘smile’ moment for sure.

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In the snow one track followed another and another and another…

Flowing gray and black with heads held forward; tail feathers back

Talking among themselves about who, what, and where.

There was no need for such to look back

Veering off the track, the road, into thick snow and brush

Driving past, a smile and wave.