So much titillation in the day today
Immigrant this, Trump that
a truck rolled off the embankment
hydraulic oil learning how to fly
aaaaaaaaaaand
discovered i’m the luckiest man alive
ever
on this world
today.
looking past to see what’s behind and finally understanding why
right now, on the mind,a crazy lading leading a race against stuntmen while off set there is a certain cafe.
then the nail driven, three times when before the first blow I already knew it would be done
some sun, some warmth, Zulu music, a corgi Thor. a cabin wall. and yes those little bastards had to die.
it becomes easier to be, floating along with a concept of time. being and being with a bit /tint of reason and why.
and there in a room where others sit waiting, laughing/knowing there is an empty chair in the room.
The destruction of the current planet called, Earth.
What’s that? Has not happened yet?
Okay, trust me though, i saw it and it was…
Beautiful.
And it’s replacement is even better.
A Lucid Lovely Moment (click)
Written by: Another moment not so lovely
Freedom of mind to speak the matters unlocked within
Chopin writes poetry to quiver a mind
Reality dims and saddens thoughts to actions of why?
Sustenance of savory tastes bring tears of joy to the eye
…
now back again as the mind found a journey where doors wide open left the impression of rejection not inside, rather, outside.
…
Those fingers above me moving to the sheets as a composer long dead and gone left his memories to play with, to savor, and smile.
if only the intellect of self could realize truly it is the children’s minds so spry; hope/confidence/laughter/ and yes, tears…How such a young scene dissolves the spider webs bound so tight in the dusty attic of mine.
So yes, of course, a lucid moment a moment of realization where there is more to a mind, more to what’s inside free and imprisoned by what’s outside. So much of so much and this fits…………………………………………………………………………………………………so tightly bound that they will never, not one, see me as who or what i am.
Tonight a sparkle of frost and in the morning beating the heated air of unlimited passions flying as a butterfly.
(insert picture and what a fine picture it is)
and instead of amen, peace, or anon…
Whee!
Top Secret:
“What’s something you believe everyone should know.”
Common sense. Everything else aside everyone should become familiar with and use the extremely easy-to-understand belief…Common sense.
Though it won’t happen because the human species is a collective hive of mental impairment (or what I like to say, retarded)
Now I’m going to smell my armpit and whistle Dixie while juggling kittens.
Whee!
and
to the Wind, I say, bring it on… or are you just all wind?
and another thing…
India.
Wonderful country. One of the best places on Earth.
Someday I’ll have to write about a haunting experience at the front gate of the U.S. embassy in the middle of the night during a wonderful lightning storm.
Haldi rocks.
and riding elephants is way better than riding a camel. Camels are nasty. Of course, you can buy a camel and race it. Like watching a special olympics of animals.
It’s true
you know
that some people can go back in time after their body ceases to function and then haunt themselves…
Moist Juicy Sex…or, beat yourself with a tree branch
Humans are a randy and horny lot, they have to be otherwise no children would be born and the species would have disappeared a long time ago and probably replaced with some horny horny toads.
So, you like fucking? Do you think about it daily? Do you masturbate while thinking about anything from juicy fruit gum, other humans, or anything your imagination can conjure?
Whee!
Or, do you beat yourself with a tree branch while muttering, “I’m not worthy. I’m not worthy.”
Ha! It does not matter what you do or choose or practice because you will do what you do and no one is going to stop you. Sure, they may try. Some might even beat you with tree branches for playing with your dick or pussy (vagina/penis, who gives a fuck) “Me! Me! I like to fuck!”
From those who believe in God, god, gods, and juicy fruit gum… they are no different than those who believe in nothing or that tree’s have souls. When it comes to the physical body of humanity…it is all a giant game of fuckfest.
Now yesterday I wrote about A.I. becoming something very different. Some can imagine tactile sensory interface between physical/machine. Robot fucking machines fucking other robots and humans…
Human/machine. Machine/human. Bullshit/bullshit. (and Oh Shite!)
And now a question for you. is sex nothing more than the brain playing with chemicals attuned to the nervous system? Smells? Thoughts? Taste? Pleasure/pain? And why can’t A.I. ‘ever’ experience the Joy of Sex?
Love? Will A.I. ever love? Nope. Unless… No, that would mean a successful mating of human and machine… Huh? Imagine that.
Currently it has been proven that there can be a primitive interface between computers and the human brain.
An abomination of human and machine joined in mental physical AND procreation?
Oh yes, it is fun to see the future as if it was only yesterday. And so, since I like fun and sex, i am fully aroused to peak behind the curtain of past/present/and a fucking weird future…
it means a lot. so much with so much and for so much… which is why A.I. will never ever come close to understanding what i just wrote.
Robin Lipinski 