Cheese (n’ corgi’s)

H!. A good day.. Fucking Thor is nuts. Chasing the bucket in circles, woofing all the way.

Lets see, corgi’s cheese, spring rolls, won ton, whee!

China? Get some!

Ameeeicka? Get some!

Now, getting back to cheese. Corn wisky is divine n giving cheese to corgi’s n sippin?

Whee!

Ha!

First thing that comes into my mind? Seriously, that is fucked up. (not for you mind you…) this world would only see it as something bizarre if not down-right insane.

Death of Peace

Today is another day only today also represents the day where the world killed a man of peace, Jesus. Some call it, Good Friday, some call it friday, some call it just another fucking day.

When Jesus died he said, “Forgive them Father, they know not what they do.” That was true then but now this world knows now exactly what it is doing.

A world killed a man of peace a couple thousand years ago and then they killed all but one of his disciples. Today. Today this world would not only kill the same man but they would kill him twice on Sunday. As for disciples of peace, you’re definitely fucked.

Since Jesus is not ‘physically’ here on this world today the world has to feast on the murder of peace by killing babies in the womb, killing sperm, killing eggs, killing/abusing toddlers and children, raping anything that is able to be raped, kill women, kill men, kill elders, kill, kill, kill…

This world is definitely not my world, not even close. It is a world where it is kill or be killed. This world, your world is doomed. It will die. It will be destroyed. And then… then it becomes a world of peace and one where i can finally get some peace.

what a fuck-fuck day. told everything to basically go fuck itself, which only set into motion a whole lot of motion.

I say, let it.

and then maybe I can take a nap.

Daily writing prompt
Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

Never.

Ever.

Get drunk and try and seduce a sow grizzly bear.

Stick with bunnies.

An Old Question

“What

is

the

meaning

of

life?”

A simple question posed in many ways by many people and answered in many ways.

The answers given are based on an endless philosophy of the many ways by many people.

Religion with a deity involved has merit.

Government with full intrusion has merit.

Universities; educational places of institutions has merit.

Family traditions has merit.

Pagan has merit.

So many with so many answers.

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Humans love complications as they can barely understand the simple, and one of the beginning answers to, “What is the meaning of life?” is beyond simple and thus so few of the so many can even come close to understanding the answer. A simple answer.

To help anyone begin to understand the very old question of, “What is the meaning of life.”

To begin/start to understand the answer first understand the following, ‘Tears of sorrow and pain are the same tears at the same time as the tears of joy.’

There are many worlds. So many they are uncountable and yet they all share something in common; worlds.

The buildings were tall. Utilitarian such as one would see in Sweden, Poland, Germany, Russia… and these buildings were not of Earth origin or buildings of my world.

I have visited these buildings in the past and the current visit was in answer to a request. There was a small job needing to be done.

While there, a very skinny young woman who is obviously human in appearance discussed her progress. She displayed a naked upper torso where an obvious gash/cut on her right breast disappeared and appeared as a fresh cut just below her left breast. She was happy and healing. Not in pain.

Walking in the fields open and quiet the memories were pleasant.

Mist

Sharp corners catch the obvious; slicing and dicing the emotions into oatmeal mush

and then…

a tingle.

A nerve bearing news more jubilant than pain; coursing electric to body and mind.

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Nothing dry or wet, alive or dead, powerful or weak.

Nothing can tear the mist apart from what is inside.