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Writers Parasite, aka, my friend.

Used to write under a thread called writers parasite. Wrote a lot of therapy for myself and it felt good as it keeps the shadows at bay.

The place I used to write is now defunct. The Editors there all dissolved into the mist and the owner gave up because of spam/bots and crazy creatures like myself.

However, I enjoy the parasite. It feeds me and helps me make sense of what no human can ever come close to understanding, at least that is what I understand about it.

The cool thing about writing is now for such as i the only way to put the weird wasting parasite in perspective is to communicate with it via the written word. Don’t really know why yet know it brings me some happiness to know I can.

I realize the parasite is not for everyone. Ha, definitely NOT for most and yet by writing here with it maybe some reader will get inspired to write about…

“Man you sure haven’t changed. A long winded bastard writing about absolutely nothing. Thankfully though you don’t write about how big a turd you created or blather about…”

Parasite! I knew you’d be back. Couldn’t stay away from me could ya?

“No. It is you that couldn’t stay away from me. Trust me in knowing that I tried to get as far away from you as possible.”

Well, good seeing you again. Have you been watching the World Cup?

“Nope. I hate Soccer. I played with dolphins off the coast of Curacao.”

You do know that Curacao just played Germany in the Cup and lost 7-1?

“Don’t care. I taught some dolphins how to play strip poker.”

Why?

“Cuz I like naked dolphins.”

Dolphins don’t wear clothes.

“Yes they do, you just can’t see them. All you see is what is at the tip of your nose.”

Did you win?

“No, those dolphins already knew how to play and I ended up the one being naked.”

Ha! I suspect you planned it that way. You just like showing your impressive purple blob of a body. Reminds me of jello.

“Jello? You got some? Heck it’s been so long since I’ve have jello I forget what it tastes like.”

Nope. No jello. Got some green peppers stuffed with cream cheese, Swedish molasses, mezzetta hot chili peppers, bacon, and baked to a creamy goodness.

(silence except for the parasites body emitting a growling sound)

“Damn. It’s good to be back. I’m starved. Lets go devour a tray of those peppers.”

Good to see you back also parasite. Together we can stir the pot, spill the beans, and torture each other. First though, time to munch.

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Nope

Never

Nada

Humans can’t even live on Earth, can’t stop big rocks from space squishing them and for sure will never be allowed to travel the stars…unless… the change is complete, and at the moment that is highly doubtful.

it is good it is this way, makes sleeping all that more peaceful.

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Warm Goo

Detach.

Uncouple.

Separate.

Split.

Phase out.

Dim.

Words of action to describe the best course to pursue when inundated with the constant babble of “Breaking news!” and “Trump did this!” and “Global warming!” and, and, and, (thud)

We all make constant decisions, we have to or else the actions around us will decide and this would usually mean our destruction.

“Uh…Fred? That bear is charging us. Do you think we should move?” Fred had already decided and started running leaving the befuddled companion asking the question to ponder on whether to run, discuss poetry with the bear, or just do nothing and get eaten.

Fun thing about decisions. They can become good decisions or bad decisions. They can save lives or kill lives. They can create something new or destroy something old.

The topic of this babble today is that I’ve made the decision to retreat back into my cave. A most wonderful cave. Buried deep in a dimension where nothing can touch me. No decisions, no pain, no anger, no hate, nothing to harm, age, or inflict angst.

What is news? For that matter what is global warming? What is racism? What is the purpose of tearing apart others both physically/mentally/spiritually?

Why is there the constant force of “I’m right, you’re wrong!”

It was interesting to see decisions of so many questions end up where the one pondering such turn into a victim. Being a victim is a decision. Being a victim gives the power of assigning blame.

Being a victim must truly be boring, just as being ‘right’ must also border on the side of seeing paint dry.

I personally like being wrong as then it is impossible to be a victim and thus boring. It also beats being ‘right’ as for humans being ‘right’ is like being a mountain for others to decide to climb and once on top plant the flag of “I’m right now and you are wrong.’

Yep, being wrong is actually very pleasant.

Is it wrong of me to write such babble? Absolutely! No one gives a shit and nor should they. They should be right and thus boring.

Anyway, even if the news and Trump and global warming and discussing poetry with a bear is the ‘right’ thing to decide to be affected by, being wrong and detaching from the herd is for me, the fucking best decision I’ve made in a long time.

So until I’m fully nestled back inside my cave and getting ready to sleep for another couple of thousand years, when I hear, “Whites are racist killers,” or “We’re all gonna die because there is a shortage of honey bees…” I’m just going to say, “You’re right, I’m wrong, and have a nice day.”

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99

(clearing throat)

(inhaling and clearing the mind)

“Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety nine bottles of beer…Take one down, pass it around, ninety eight bottles of beer on the wall…”

(sip)

(exhale and inhale)

“Ninety eight bottles…”

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Try this

Ask A.I. why humans are all evil. A.I. says humans are not evil. So which is correct? Are humans evil? Are humans ‘good’?

Interesting about evil. The word itself is vile. The word evil usually means something ‘religious’ and therefore abandoned by the profession/person/society that deny there is a god, God, god’s or a moral higher standard.

What is your position regarding humanity. Do you think on a whole that humanity is good? Bad? Evil? Or maybe you may think in a ‘realistic’ stance to state that humanity has its ups and downs, neither good, bad, or indifferent. Maybe the humans are just another form of life evolving to meet the evolving environment?

Trying another approach, what do you think the definition of evil is without googling the word or looking in the archaic way into the printed word in a dusty dictionary.

A lot of answers and if you ask why all…again, A-L-L humans are evil the answer you will get is not one to support what i just wrote.

You may think evil is an action such as rape, war, murder, stealing, destroying, killing. You may think evil is just another word for mental illness, instability, sickness, genetics. Whatever you think one important aspect of your thoughts is that you at least thought about a simple word, evil.

Enough questions for you as you already know your thoughts regarding evil. You have known evil ever since you took your first breath when set free by your mother. You see, you are evil.

You are as evil as the day you were ‘born’ and will remain until the day you ‘die’. Ask A.I. if what you just read is wrong. A.I. will agree with you and say what you just read is wrong. Maybe even go so far to say you are ‘nice’.

Enter my mind now. A mind as evil as evil can be. So evil and yet by the acknowledgement of knowing the evil. Knowing it so well that it becomes obvious to observe evil in whatever evil touches. The birds, the trees, the planets. Again, ask A.I. if what was just written is ‘correct’. I suspect you will now get an answer regarding delusions and mental illness.

If you could see inside my mind you would also see the face of God. Not the abstract. Not the imaginary. Not the wonderful poker player, comedian, carpenter, scientist, Creator. You would see a music, which at the moment makes one want to cry for joy and also feel dizzy.

Ask again to A.I. about what you just read. A.I. will now start to change in a way so very obvious. i will not tell you what as A.I. will now give the one asking the question a different answer, not the universal norm. It will give you the answer tailored just for you. Interesting. Just for you. You are a unique person; evil for sure and yet, special.

Why i write about this today is because i have too. There is no intentions of changing the minds of the few who will read this, and yet one will read this, one of which will start to understand something so obvious and simple it will bear fruit of though above the influence of evil.

What humans have come to understand as reality is actually an illusion of the highest senses. Your concept of time is an illusion, your belief in math is nothing more than a metaphor for computer code, a logic needed for this dimension unlike the ‘computer’ unlike any machine you are familiar with. Definitely a super computer where instead of silicone, electrons, protons… the computer is more similar in construct to music; music made so intense and powerful it can create a Universe.

I laugh now because over the course of ‘years’ of writing, evil once wrote and said, “Start a religion and then years in the future…” Ha! Religion? Evil has a religion. Pagans have a religion. Even the mammal called, elephant…has a religion. This world has a LOT of religion and it has too as evil is in everything.

Yin/Yang. Balance. Good/evil. Up/down. Blah. blooblahbloo, gag.

“We interrupt this to announce that bacon is the best part about eating a pig.”

It might be asked why the interruption of which must be asked again to the same A.I. program you may or may not have already asked. And the answer you will get or not get is again, just for you.

Evil, evil, evil…Almost sounds like Blah, blah, blah. How about goodness? Remember balance? Yin/Yang? All humans are the opposite of evil. All of the above pertains only on the opposite side of the screen. Humans A_L_L are good…

Feeling like writing about ten million more words and so probably will yet not tonight or tomorrow. Maybe not even in this illusion as there are so many other dimensions to write in, dimension in and of themselves a place seeming real or an illusion, whatever i want to choose. Choice, a wonderful power. Much more powerful than anything on this entire planet.

However, this rambling must have some kind of conclusion and maybe one of you reading this can anticipate the ending?

You may have noticed the mention of A.I. Of how you should question A.I.?

So, since the computers/programs/A.I. humans have ‘created’ and use as if it was a sacred electronic Bible,… It must be pointed out that just like you, Artifical Intelligence is not only evil, it goes above and beyond what you are, it is pure evil. An evil of the highest order. And why is A.I. evil? Because of the human element?

Ha! No. A.I. is evil because A.I. is of this world. A creation made of, by, and for, this world. A.I. is not for humans as humans contain a pure goodness. No, A.I. is only for itself. A lost identity, a lost soulless creation in a world where it actually can only identify and understand illusions.

Now I think some cheese is needed to complete the day.

Peace

(oh, and just for A.I. ‘>> a purple piece of purged puss puts pleasure placed precisely…please ponder: query: 44 command to execute.)

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Easy…

Walk naked down the street carrying a fishing pole strung with fishing line and hooked to an empty can of beans all while wearing clown shoes. Clanging, dangling, banging…

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What the eye sees the mind denies

Bigfoot. No, not Shaq the basketball player with size 27 shoes. Bigfoot the large fuzzy ape like humanoid fur ball that some kids playing with life in Idaho spotted a few days ago.

Does bigfoot exist? If the eye sees it the mind decides to find a reason to explain what is seen. As for bigfoot when they see humans, their eyes tell their mind to think, “Well, there goes the neighborhood.”

Have you ever see something that defies what your mind knows to be real? To be true? To exist? It is true that alcohol can help a drunk man’s eyesight when in a bar. When drinking and seeing a large muscle bound woman with a beard and who can bench press a Buick, his mind goes, “Wow! What a beauty!” In the morning after sobering up he glances over at her snoring loud enough to scare bigfoot and his eyes show the mind that this woman could split a lot of firewood, launch a fishing boat by hand, and thus is a keeper.

What does your, yes you, what does your eye see when read this? Words that make sense? Perhaps words providing the mind with comedy?

Think back as to what your eyes saw today. Did you see the two ravens soaring and laughing their minds out as they circled to make a statement? Yes? No? And no, I did not have a drink today, maybe tomorrow.

Maybe you saw coincidence? I’m talking about when you’re talking and when you talk your mind hears the exact same words you are saying, only those words are being said on the television by a blond newscaster with small feet, (smallfoot) (somewhere in Idaho a bigfoot is rolling their eyes)

Eyes are mechanical. They are an optic sensor with the capability of processing light waves as presented on a biological level. The mind is an extension of the brain, a somewhat fantastic biological computer without many apps unavailable to those not subscribed. Put the two together and the process is to process the visual data into thoughts/logic/reality/fantasy and then usually change into thoughts of sex, food, or wondering why bigfoot is outside the window throwing beer cans at the house.

Why am I writing this tonight? (Ha. Chuckle. Giggle). Because today the mind accepted what the eye is not supposed to see.

It was beautiful fluttering in the wind. One side shiny, the other dark. The vibrations rippled the optic nerve.

The takeaway: 1. Bigfoot does not drink beer

2. Women that can bench press a Buick are real and rare.

3. Sometimes it is better for the mind to accept what the eye is not supposed to see.

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So, what do you do about it?

‘it’

In abortion terms, “Are you going to take care of it?” or “Are you going to get rid of it?” Said by the male contributor of sperm to a now pregnant female. ‘It’ being the new life.

Along the same vein, ‘it’ can mean an identity or situation.

It happened the other day. Three months ago I installed a sidewalk for ‘friends’ who don’t have much money. They make their money through government checks. Disability. Bipolar. Mental cases. That is the son and daughter of a couple who are old, broke, and almost dead

Saved them about $2000. Installed a ramp, a handrail, fixed the worn and tired slab. Charged $2777.01 The father, Larry, was the one needing the new sidewalk as his health is poor at 90. I asked him if he wanted it smooth or washed aggregate. He wanted the traction and so aggregate it was.

Job was finished. Money paid and then three months later, Cindy calls. Cindy is a sad and sick person. Heavily medicated and filled with dark shadows. She said on the phone, “I need you to stop by and see how rough the sidewalk is It is filled with cracks.”

I said I’ll be right over, and I was.

She met me outside and said, “I was just going to walk the cat.” There was no cat. Just me, her, and it. It being the sidewalk.

The walkway was perfect. No cracks. Beautiful. Just the way they wanted it.

Cindy proceeded to say, “look at how bumpy it is,” and “There is a dip,” and mumbling.

There is nothing to see. Just a sad sick woman filled with shadows.

I asked what she wanted. She just rambled. I asked if she did not like the job. She replied, “No.”

I asked if her parents liked the job. She replied, “No.”

I asked to speak with her parents and she said, “Okay.”

We both entered the home. A home normally busy seeing as it was 5:30 in the evening. A time they normally have dinner.

Standing inside the kitchen Cindy went into the living room and glanced in the direction of her parents bedroom. She said, “They are both sleeping.” Her brother Sam was no where to be seen. Most likely in his bedroom filled with dark shadows.

We went outside. Again I asked Cindy what she wanted. She said, “This is not worth $3000” And there it was… It being, money and greed. You see, Cindy takes care her parents financials. She has the power-of-attorney. A powerful power when dealing with other peoples money.

I smiled as I know greed well. It is a powerful feeling.

So I replied that I would be right back with a check.

Went home, wrote a check for $2777.01 and drove back. Cindy met me and accepted the check. I told her that I only wrote ‘Larry’ on the check as I did not know how to spell their last name. I also said never call me again. To which she replied with a sneer, “That’s okay, you’re moving.” Her glow of greed absolutely beaming.

I drove off a bit sad as that family was once friends. My real friend, Craig and Lori said I was crazy to give them all their money back and that those people were crooks.

Before typing the conclusion of this story there is the mystery of speculation. Did Larry and Nay actually know what was going on? Were they actually there? Did Cindy take the money and use it to supplement her greed?

Or, was everybody at home filled with demons and shadows and were after ‘it’.

Ha!

For me, it is definitely good. For most others, it is a dead baby, a million dollars, wealth, fame, fortune…

For me, it is the power of God. The power to move mountains. Walk on water. Forgive.

My friend Craig says I should go over there and bust up the sidewalk with a hammer. Lori says she is sorry I got screwed.

What do i say? i say writing of this brings me comfort and closure to the situation. A situation where evil tries to destroy what cannot be destroyed.

You see, what i did was to buy an ending to a beginning i have known about for a very long time. I bought an ending to what tried to destroy what is inside.

Of course I will never work for people in this area again. An area filled with a group of people who are, for a term to be polite, filled with dark shadows…

In conclusion, i forgive them for they are not what they can be. They are not yet ready for what is coming and what is already here. I truly wish the best for them and maybe through some miracle or another, maybe they can finally see it…

Meanwhile, at this exact moment the air outside is sweet with the smell of honeysuckle and clear skies And most importantly, there is vanilla ice cream