is better than a bloody mary
and you wanna know why?
(slurp)
Cuz a mess with Russki vodka, clamato, pepper, hot mustard, siracha sauce, 4 jalepno/garlic stuffed olives, olive juice, stirred vigorously, ice and, ahhhaaa….
and getting a foot bath by a corgi.
Wonderful!
Nuns. I love and admire a man or woman who dedicate their lives to the one true God.
Defiance is a word that some define as bad and some as good.
Is homosexuality defiance? Is the BLM group defiance? Is believing in God defiance? How would you answer the last three questions?
Jesus was defiant. People told him what to do and in the end he did what he knew he had to do. Do you?
We all are defiant. Each and every being on this planet is defiant. This planet itself, to the very core, is defiant… (most could not understand how a planet can be defiant)
And the very Universe (as you understand it) is defiant…
So, nuns are defiant, children are defiant, adults are defiant, dogs are defiant, cats are…crazy, trees, weeds, grass, clouds, sky, everything is defiant with the honor of being defined as bad or good, all/everything except one.
God.
Amen. God is not defiant. God is good. God is great. God is love. God is joy. And in what i enjoy as irony and pleasure: God is the One and only who gets to judge the endless defiance as good or bad.
So, todays word prompt was, “What is your favorite word,” and while there are many the word pizza came to mind because, well, because of pizza.
I noticed a few people chose the word, fuck. And I agree. Fuck it is good to say fuck when the situation either good or bad warrants its use.
“Fuck, that guy who shot the guy yesterday is pretty fucked up.” A statement of truth regarding the assassination of the poor fellow sharing his view at a fucked up college yesterday.
“Fuck, this pizza is fucking awesome!” A statement of truth regarding the perfection obtained by some who delve in the magic of perfect pizza.
Now, what would Jesus say…
(disclaimer: Some of you fucks don’t believe Jesus existed or believe in God and that is your fucking right. I feel sorry for you and your fucked up ‘opinion’.)
As for those puritans out there that would screw a worker out of his pay or diddle little boys and girls and ‘say’ you believe in God and Jesus and are offended by this type of writing regarding God/Jesus, look into a mirror and tell yourself that you’re fucked up and need a fucking reality check.
“Feeling better dude?”
Never better. Ate the fucking biggest apple of my life today AND tried five new varieties of grapes that were fucking awesome! One was a plant from South Africa. Absolutely fucking awesome.
Did Jesus ever use a word on par with my usage of the word fuck? Or YOUR use of the word fuck?
I’d like to think so. I know he was pissed about those fucks who did money changing in the temple. So when I think about the part where Evil basically said to Jesus, “Bend your knee to me and I will give you this entire fucked up world.” (Shitty deal if you ask me.)
I bet Jesus today would have told that useless fuck going by many ‘names’ to go fuck itself. (evil is not male or female, it just is a fucking shit show designed be evil to try and destroy that little thing inside all of you not of this world, your soul.)
Yep. The word fuck is fantastic. I will keep using it as it is real, raw, true, and so perfect for this absolutely fucked up illusion of a world so many think is so fucking perfect.
And just to let you know, this world is just an illusion, a playground for good and evil to try and find some fucking meaning and direction for the other worlds. So many worlds…
And along with this theme/vibe, TIME. Time does not exist. Time is one of the best fucking illusions going for the primitive four dimensions.
Now, go be fucking nice to those you hate and despise. I’d be fucking surprised if you do, but maybe you are fucking different.
Oh, and in my not so fucking humble opinion, anchovies on pizza are like the word fuck. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad.
pizza
“Say Fred.” A knarly old dude named Bob, asking a dull man a dull question.
“Ya.” Fred was a dull man answering with a dull reply.
“I a heard you were gonna BBQ the neighbors cat tonight.. That true?”
“Yup.”
“Seriously? Why n hell are you gonna cook Fluffy? That kitty never done did you any harm did it?”
Bob was tenacious and the word ‘tenacious’ has been my word of the day, though as a reader you should not give a cat crap about that. Anyway, Bob followed up his last conversation and asked, “Do cat taste like chicken?”
With a smile on his face Fred giggled,”Yup, n this cat gonna taste better, specially since I got me some fresh ground jalepeno’s.”
(growling tummy)
Bob bravely asked, “What times dinner?”
There is no ‘united’.
A country filled with something seen before, many times actually. An as before the splinters fly apart, or are burned, or ground into dust.
Grinding with stone solves a lot of problem. Grinding grain solves hunger. Grinding rough edges with stone leads to a polished piece of beauty. Grind the country called, u.s.a. leads to a new country filled with new people that will stand together again, until it once more is time to split apart.
I am going to enjoy what is coming, and also sad for the pain it will cause.. Enjoyment and pain comes and goes like the tide. Lately, far too much pain which is now going to lead to a LOT of pain and thus followed by great joy…
shake, rattle and roll, and yet, the people will still be splintered and full of what I definitely do not enjoy.
Why do people have to suffer and die before learning there is more than self? That others deserve love and respect? Why choose hate and evil only to be consumed and then destroyed by the grinding of stone?
As an aside, a stone has been cast.
when people smile and say, “You can trust me,” or “I don’t believe in lawsuits…”
run
run far and fast and don’t look back.
and if the person saying it is human, run like your life depended upon it.
Thanks.
You are the seeds of hope for humanity.
Druids ‘they’ say can’t write? Ha!
Well, okay, aliens can be so secretive…
What? Witches, ogres, and fairies?
Magi
God
and lady bugs…
So the test: Who whuld you believe would tell you the truth.
Or, on another level, who can say the truth about who?
If God made the ladybug and told the ladybug what cannot be written on the this planet even under the guise of magic a few powerful words of truth, would you believe it?
It seems that the fun is in the speculation while being human
reality though…
Amazing what a druid does in their sleep while witches conjure emotions and a ladybug dances in an aliens lap.
Thank God there is reality.
(wink)
I work.
I love work.
Today I carved an elk on a door Im making for a mini cabin I’m making.
Milling.
Carving.
Eating.
And staying the fuck out of peoples way (humans are worse than snakes, they bite for no reason, for any reason, and they bite because they can’t help themselves.)
Robin Lipinski 