am sorry to interupt this regualarily misspelled program of bullshit, and bring to your attention that there is a disturbance in the force.
We now continue with the regiualariluy misspelled program of bullshit.
Luke.
Dream? There is no dreaming when it comes to chocolate…
Chocolate is REAL! (dabnabbit!)
The best chocolate is NOT Hershey. (gag. useless chocolate unless you want to make a chocolate candle)
Europe.
Scandinavia.
Marabou chocolate from Sweden will put you into the nicest diabetic coma you could ever want. Even your drool dripping from your unconscious body would taste delicious though that would be freaky.
Dark chocolate. Milk chocolate.
Strange for a big ol country called, U.S. of A… this country makes shitty chocolate.
Damn, even Poland makes better chocolate.
I don’t know about chocolate in Africa, what with rhinos and water buffalo, but I bet they dream about it. They probably dream about food and water. But IF they do make chocolate goodies they probably are better than this countries offering.
anyway…
now you know I’m an ass, just without the looks.
Magic Exists? (no shit… oh look, a butterfly)
of course magic exists; know it well. Well, enough to be a fucking pain-in-the ass. You see it had to be said. (and rabbits and willows and…and…shit) busted.
So, it had to be said as the beginning of the dance began when hearing, “I can never love you like that.” Yes indeed. To see a thread of hope where the love is better or to be buried in some bizarre fucked up pain… Then began what is now an eternity of wondering…Bliss? Pain?
Understand completely though, absolutely wonderful to see passion.
And now a story about a game: To hear the words yesterday in so many songs.
Snippets of time and sound
Smell designed to boil or freeze
Those words could not be understood by any being of this planet…except for me.
i heard them loud and clear and then again today.
The very essence and reason of such an existence
it is not your fault or mine
and yet with so many fucked up words
fuck this game.
A Myste-eree
People like a good mystery…”Hon, did you see my car key?”
“No.”
Little does anyone know but the car key was devoured by garden gnomes under payment from the partner of the key owner.
A little mystery.
So now a real mystery. In a place called something White or another, a couple purchased a lot of land in a development, something about twins.
Anyway, the couple were unique in as of they are weird. He an education but still an insecure moron. She a medical practitioner of sorts and loves wonky and chickens.
Anyway. The mystery.
‘No trespassing” signs abound. (insecure, remember?) They took massive interest in perteckting their terrtory. Yee Haw!
Bigfoot appeared. More orange paint appeared. Bigfoot; attached to a sign and flipping the world a bird. YeeYippeeWhee!
Who dun it?
Who placed the sign?
The odd couple giving the public the ultimate finger?
A stranger with intentions of giving the land owners a massive stroke in anxiety?
Why?
Who?
Oh, or maybe it was me?
Your mission: Solve this mystery and you get absolutely nothing but a sore elbow.
So…
Does the A.I. algorhthym \\\ (the magical juice running WordPress) Do it,they,them,those,and then others. Is an honest answer needed? An answer boarding on gibberish and the insane? Maybe an answer to make the writer seem ‘hype’ or cool, or deeeep, or full of shit?
Lets try some answers and let the read decide what is what.
“I love to find that elusive booger sticking way up the nasal cavity. You know the one. Clinging. Almost in reach…until…Yay! Success! (munch munch munch)”
“To work in a soup kitchen in the many cities dotted with mentally ill, weird street people. Makes life so fulfilling.”
“Fart a silent but deadly in a WalMart aisle filled with people and watch their reactions while the eyes water.”
“To fall asleep and travel.”
“Cheese. Lots of cheese. And ice cream. Yeah, ice cream with cheese… And potato chips. Cheese, ice cream chips, and…”
Oh so my simple things to do. What is real? What is not? Fuck it, all Life brings joy, it’s the fucktards that ruin it.
(alrighty miss know-it-all. your friends are a bit strange. understand and pleased to acknowledge what’s burning inside)
Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
Final Lesson
Yes indeed. Another lesson was definitely needed and today it finally sunk in.
Years ago I should have learned. It was obvious. Locked doors. Fear in the eyes while in the store. “Is the child safe?” Yes. Should have learned and yet clung to the belief that even fools can dream.
This world you call, home, is a living nightmare to me. Death at every glance glimmer gleam. Death in the sky, death in the ground, death, death, death, and hate.
While I am very long winded it is what soothes and comforts me. To blather and blah and pretend things can change.
Anyway, enough about me, to you may you forever enjoy the joys of your lovers and friends. May your brothers and sisters never lead you astray. Enjoy what life you have in your world. And if I may be so bold, sell so much property your commissions make you richer than a King (or a Queen)
Yes. Years ago to have learned and yet today I did.
So, worry not. No need to lock doors or gate. No need to shield what you hold dear. Fear nothing as i am nothing more than a dust devil or a shadow buried so deep in the forest nothing can ever see me.
Fly high
Fly far
Fly free.
The day of taking the first breath and getting my ass spanked by a human so I could ‘breathe’ Wow. What a fucked up place.
Knew right there and then that there was a mix up and even though was assured that it would all be good and wonderful, knew it was time to decouple/part ways/rebel, especially seeing that on this planet everything is plugged into death/hate/evil.
To solve the problem there has been some options. 1. Try and make the world a better place which was a total disaster 2. Learn to become numb and jaded while trying to make the world a better place which was more than a total disaster. 3. Try to persuade the powers-that-be to intervene and make the world a better place (so the world responded and killed those trying to make the world a better place, thus a continuation of failure 4. Try love to make the world a better place which was far beyond any definition of failure.
There were a lot of other options. Some peaceful, some strange and exotic, and through it all, failure.
So, now there is only one course of action left. First, embrace failure as a very important lesson and stick with what works. Leave this planet to its own devices and failure and return back to where i belong, far, far, far away from any concept of this shit.
(did consider eating the sun and leave this planet to freeze but then I would be as cruel as humans. so, enjoy the illusions of peace/harmony/and warmth)
Daily writing prompt
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
And then there were bunnies.
Pygmy rabbits. Supposeably they are scarce, rare, and protected by the powers of the government called, U.S.A.
Land piranha.
Lettuce muncher.
Wrecking balls of fur.
Planted a garden to grow tasty plants and instead the bunnies munch and the air is filled with laughter.
Where is the owls when you need them? A hawk? A bird of prey?
Thinking though, not too bad, afterall, a rabbit needs to eat.
apologies.
not well versed in personal situations.
as for hearing, smelling, touching, tasting…
as close to something cool.
anyway,not my intentions to hurt.
at least today was a beautiful day.
Robin Lipinski 