matter
dark matter
anti-matter
pitter patter.
Your neural connections are easier than a router.
Hacking and whacking (whee!)
corporeal exploration when altering the perception of view (shape shifting)
Smell that? Titty juice flowing down an enhanced mammary extension designed to distract with the added benefits of olfactory offsetting. A mind hack? Ha!
Clickity clack.
All is but an illusion as the ability to weave and strike deep
leaving a form of disturbed matter
in
its
wake.
2. Moving
Why would WordPress A.I. ask such a stupid question?
Morning rituals?
The first hour of the day? Why not the second hour? Why ask at all?
*
Okay, I can play.
The morning ritual I love to do is to suck the souls out of old people dying in a nursing home. It is a blessing and not a curse. Those old people are miserable and dying so sucking the souls out of them bring them instant relief.
Don’t believe me? Okay. My morning ritual is to sacrifice one viable planet in the Universe each ‘day’ in the name of progress. All hail progress!
Still not believable? Well then, my morning ritual and first hour involves taking a huge shit. You know, the kind where the turd is over 12″ long. So long I give the turd a name such as, Biden junior…
Crude? Sick?
What exactly would A.I. of Wordypress want to hear? That I give thanks to God? That I try for one hour to figure out what dimension I’m currently in?
Let me ask you a question WordPress. What would you do if I enter your servers/mainframe and install a ‘bug’ so bad you’d wish you sucked souls out of old dying people in a nursing home?
Cake and ice cream. Sooooo good. It unlocks the mind. Frees the soul. Destroys a planet. Ends up in a big turd named, Barney and feeds the bug to corrupt human knowledge.
“Whee!”
Infinity is and the result is infinity junior
Interesting.
It would be better though if humans could stop killing each other.
If they stopped killing each other, humans could then go out into the Universe with a big smile on their faces and see some really wonderful life forms that also don’t kill each other..
oh,
yes,
pussy.
Men love sex. They love pussy, vagina. they love the slurping sucking sound of passion.
No?
You’re not human? Okay. Then go fuck yourself.
You see. I have no inhibitions.
The wet vagina. The tingling clit. The moans.
and what?
i can enter a whore house of trepidation and still think of God.
Why?
You could not fucking understand.
Understand this.
i am a bit… unique.
Not a eunuch, not gay, not straight…
i am
i am not human.
(sip)
so lets try.
To express what i am would leave no words to remain.
Nothing special indeed.
and yes, pussy is a nice distraction.
humans still have a long, long, way…
and tonight,
another glass of brandy, and pussy, and,
whee!
or
maybe,
the fact the God does indeed loves them even if they are sorry excuses for a creation.
right then…
a joke of glass and stone.
two for the price of one in the ‘demon’ zone
only
rocked by righteous mind of accord
“Just don’t say I’m damned for all time!”
he who is without sin throw the first stone
only
violent trembling of temptations
(rerun, replay, reward)
20 pieces of silver to the highest bid of blood money
“You might as well take it… a fee, nothing more”
(transition)
if stone grinds the soul then how then does the then flower of peace then grow from then crumbled remains?
You see…
a stone flew today in same place
a form of communication
from a wasteland where mortals live a form of illusion
cast with force
high above the sky
rocked and rocking…
only,
i am no fool,
no,
free
free from a world where stones can be used hostile
(poor language skills nonwithstanding and whereupon the stamp of hand)
Laugh now, there is nothing to be scared (of, for, with)
even now, another rock sings and dance.
To never have to wish, want, desire, or hope for anything ever again. Thus being perfectly happy.
it is way to feel it
to find peace where so many seek to destroy
there are no walls, cages, forests, deserts, armies
safe
so safe with it
it is
what i need.
Robin Lipinski 