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Vroom Boom

Down here in Florida the night sky is filled with lights and lightning burning the blackness away.

In the town of youth there in the entrance to the Keys, the youth play.

Bumping up and down to the Latin beat the slick groomed Chevy’s ride the streets.

Young men pumping their bravado, young women barely contained in clothing.

Over there near the cities center a Dodge diesel roars with testosterone, and there, a Honda tachs at 6000 rpm while the driver feels powerful in her tight dress.

Fords bellow, Nissans mellow, BMW for the elites.

With a laugh and moist panties a gold miner lady oozes with ooh ooh oh… with the passing lamborghini.

Sex, diesel, and gasoline. Mixed with biological hormones of humanity…

Seems normal right? A right of passage as boy meets girl through the rolling metal of the streets?

Outside though, near a swamp filled with snakes and gators lives an old man with no money, no family or friends. He owns or drives nothing.

And yet he is happy. He is alive and full of whisky and sardines. Watching the lightning and lights far off in the big cities.

Soon to pass out in a blissful sleep in his most favorite vehicle in the whole world, an abandoned and junked Winnebago RV.

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Elk Passion

This is the finished current project. A mini timber frame home built out of a lot of laughter, profanity, and work.

Made out of spruce, fir, pine and black walnut.

Gonna try and sell it.

Oh, and I call it ‘elk passion’ as it is the rut of the bull elk,, bulls who bellow with lust and in the cabins scene, the passion is so hot it burns all it touches.

Much better than working for people who treat me like dog shit.

Maybe it will sell, maybe it won’t.

Fun at least.

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“Who are the biggest influence in your Life.”

This prompt is another primitive form of A.I. questioning the human condition. The program asks “Who,” when the most logical word would have been “What is” the biggest influences of life.

Algorithms pertaining to social influences push the narrative of ‘people’ with power. The power to influence YOUR decisions in life. I call this algorithm and all algorithms, bullshit.

If you fall prey to following the question as asked then the most obvious answer is your parent/guardian, the one or ones that protected and guided you to the point where you could make your own decision. Of course many people learn to hate their parent/guardian because their new ‘best’ influence’ is some powerful person. A never ending cycle of bullshit.

So, I choose to say fuck you to this question as it is hostile in its intent. It is a question designed for study and research. It is a question of manipulation. It is a question meant to lead the living flesh and blood to become a part of dusty artificial intellect.

The only answer I would then give to a question such as this is, Life, Life, and Life.

(and God allowing me to see the true face of evil/death as it really is)

Daily writing prompt
Who are the biggest influences in your life?
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Fun to write about something and not knowing a damn thing about it…

How To Play Golf

Written by: An Expert

Golf is a great game. Many famous people play golf. There is Moses, Attila the Hun and even our local celebrity, Bob, who own an actual mini-golf club. A very hard club to get into as the doors are usually locked while Bob is sleeping off a whisky drinking game.

Anyway, golf is an easy sport. It involves a stick, a ball, and ample supplies of profanity and whisky. If you play golf with Bob he usually brings extra whisky.

The object of golf is the same age old quest of many a man; to put something small into a hole. Many men spend lots of time trying to put a ball into a hole and will drink a lot of whisky and swear like a sailor until the ball is either lost in the woods or ends up in a hole of some sort.

Honesty is the most important aspect of the game. Precise tally of how many times it takes to hit a ball into a hole is the holy grail of sportsmanship. Rarely does anyone lie about how many times they hit the ball. Ironically a lot of politicians play golf and they usually utter nothing but lies.

Women play golf also. Some are very good golfers. Some women though discovered a golf stick (club some say, mainly neanderthals)some women discovered that swinging a club against their male friends car, those men who drink too much whisky and end up feeding money in a strippers thong.

There. Easy peasy.

Just drill a hole in the ground. Get a good strong stick and some balls. Any balls will work. Tennis balls, ping pong balls, and most balls with the exception that basket balls and bowling balls should only be played in golf by neanderthals who then use a club.

So get out there and enjoy all the honesty and pleasant folk who will say nice comments about your game, “You suck! It’s better you stop and let us play through!”

(now, if golf is not for you there are always a good sport of visiting an opium den)

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Inside a mind

but first,

but, but, but… okay

looking first into the title it must be said it is easy to be inside the minds of Life when the mind inside this illusion does not exist…

Now, inside the mind of President Donald Trump.

*

Power play with minimal effort.

“I want Greenland to be a part of the United States!”

Simple.

Easy to say.

Makes some American minds ooze with joy and pisses off the minds of all but 6% of those living in Greenland.

So….?

Perfection!

Denmark invokes its tribal rights.

Citizens in Greenland voice their collective opinions.

United states people don’t give a shit

So…?

End game plan.

56% of Greenlanders would vote gain independence from Demark. The carrot on the stick is the United States will back Greenland on it’s choice to become its own country. It will help to sweeten the pot for Greenland with military aid, commerce, and brain washing (mind dippining)

And now Trump is thinking about…well, beep beep!