Daily writing prompt
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
truth
What People Actually Say Before They Die
Insights into the little-studied realm of last words.
The above is a title for an article I just read. The article itself was basic knowledge and another story of humans ending one moment and beginning another.
What is interesting is the focus of the article was about a man who in his final ‘days’ spoke of that which was there all along.
What people actually say before they die is every word, sound, thought, action they did from the womb to just before the tomb.
Every moment is special if those moments are in partnership with Life.
Every word is important if those words contain Life.
And what i want anyone reading this to take to heart is that with Life, there is NEVER a last word, a last thought, a last sound, action, being…
Life cannot, nor will Life ever die.
…
To show the world in a way that sweeps the planet…
To reveal that insanity is more a blessing than a curse…
Especially…
…
when wearing the garb of,
writer.
Daily writing prompt
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
And another thing…
Why don’t Americans eat more flying carp?
Texas Dems who ran away from a vote…
A bunch of whiny fucking pussies. Big, large gaping mounds of gooey, quivering, vagina.
All politicians are in the game for personal gain. Each and every one. They all try to make their fellow citizens as being a main concern for them. Ha! Assholes.
“I have to comply with the walkout or other lose the primary to someone even more socialists…” Said by ‘wawawa pussy’ running away from the vote.
As for socialist, EVERY America politician is a socialist.
Now. After thinking about it. (sipping a tad more) After thinking about Texas Dems running away being sniveling whiny bitches/bastards/it/its/they/them… I actually now believe ALL are… Hey! What are you doing? Who are you? ARggh!
(this is a public service announcement from WordPress. the above never happened, never existed. nothing to see now, move along, move along…”
Can I bring my blanky?
“No.”
Damn.
(sip)
Ahhh…
woof
their timing tis impeccable.
On the left……………………………………………………………….woof
Woof……………………………………………………………….on the right
Now, here was I… Oh. Yes.
whilst pillaring a pizza, nah, ravenous indeed!
To smell the moment, yes, there it is again,
to receive a kiss in the wind.
Nuthin…
though…
maybe…
If I were to be curious…
Why does curiousity kill cats?
I really don’t want this shit
but I have too.
You see, it is a game.
A wonderful game, true, but a game none-the-less.
And no, I did not, “Did you bring a fawns leg?”
Yuck.
Ehewww.
You asked that because it is a part of the game.
And another no, there is no such thing a paranoia as honesty has never heard of such a thing.
You see, and you see and you hear and believe. Of which then so do i.
i and I are so merged now, so alive…can you feel the tingle of sparks in front of your fingernails? No? Yes? And so do i.
On Monday, it is a new day.
A day of truth and reality.
The day a new direction of the dream will arrive.
Not kindnesssssss…
There is nothing in the reality of choosing,,, ‘random’.
Random, much like time, does not exist…
Is it ‘kind’ to not destroy a planet? One hostile and broken?
To do such would mean planning. A vote of consensus. Well thought out and executed.
Maybe though, maybe it was a random bend in the light?
Maybe a shift in a dimension unfolding?
Whatever the maybe, maybe it is obvious
Is it random this planet still exists?
The Truth?
Can you identify who I am by the words I will now paint in your mind?
Color. Techno even. With sounds, smells, visuals. Real.
*
Let me tell you about myself (in the background an open window allows the wafting smell of fresh dog shit to enter and alert the nostrils to something intrusive)
Physical? Okay. Morbidly obese. I weigh between 675-700 pounds. The weight depends upon the cycle of food I choose to devour. Sometimes the potato urge kicks in and I eat deep fried, boiled, baked, microwaved… Lots and lots of potatoes with lots of melted cheese, gravy, ketchup, mustard, vinegar, sour cream… It is during these moments the body swells to the heavier range.
During some moments there is the consumption of a lot of salad. Lettuce, tomatoes, carrots… I guess you could say salad is the balancing act my body chooses
My flesh is greasy and rolling with sweat as I struggle to move. The clothing worn is adorned with the strong smell of detergent; helps keep the nasty body odors partially hidden.
I am so fat I cannot put my shoes on, or actually, any shoes. I use large slippers. Since I can’t see them beneath me I use my toes to ‘feel’ them, and then bracing against the nearest wall is slip my feet into them.
Age? Thirty seven and already almost bald. Yes, I have a hairy chest and already have nose hair and hair coming out of my ass, though that is what I’m told. I can’t even see my dick due to the multiple rolls of belly flesh.
The last time I wiped my ass was as a teen. After puberty and the terrible teens I turned to food for comfort. A lot of comfort.
The joints hurt.
People are repulsed when they come to my home. They have to come to bring me food, groceries, medicine, help. They have to come as I’m actually incapable of leaving the house as I’m larger than the front door.
Now, putting the current stench of my breath aside, (garlic ice cream) can you see who I am?
Who I really am?
I
am
a
writer.
I can write to your mind whatever the fuck I want to. I can be skinny or fat. Young or old. Good or bad.
In fact, if you really want me to describe myself to your mind…
I am your worst nightmare
and
i
am your sweetest dreams.
Robin Lipinski 