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Whatcha gonna do!

“Say Fred.” A knarly old dude named Bob, asking a dull man a dull question.

“Ya.” Fred was a dull man answering with a dull reply.

“I a heard you were gonna BBQ the neighbors cat tonight.. That true?”

“Yup.”

“Seriously? Why n hell are you gonna cook Fluffy? That kitty never done did you any harm did it?”

Bob was tenacious and the word ‘tenacious’ has been my word of the day, though as a reader you should not give a cat crap about that. Anyway, Bob followed up his last conversation and asked, “Do cat taste like chicken?”

With a smile on his face Fred giggled,”Yup, n this cat gonna taste better, specially since I got me some fresh ground jalepeno’s.”

(growling tummy)

Bob bravely asked, “What times dinner?”

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The U.S.A. is split apart.

There is no ‘united’.

A country filled with something seen before, many times actually. An as before the splinters fly apart, or are burned, or ground into dust.

Grinding with stone solves a lot of problem. Grinding grain solves hunger. Grinding rough edges with stone leads to a polished piece of beauty. Grind the country called, u.s.a. leads to a new country filled with new people that will stand together again, until it once more is time to split apart.

I am going to enjoy what is coming, and also sad for the pain it will cause.. Enjoyment and pain comes and goes like the tide. Lately, far too much pain which is now going to lead to a LOT of pain and thus followed by great joy…

shake, rattle and roll, and yet, the people will still be splintered and full of what I definitely do not enjoy.

Why do people have to suffer and die before learning there is more than self? That others deserve love and respect? Why choose hate and evil only to be consumed and then destroyed by the grinding of stone?

As an aside, a stone has been cast.

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when people smile and say, “You can trust me,” or “I don’t believe in lawsuits…”

run

run far and fast and don’t look back.

and if the person saying it is human, run like your life depended upon it.

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What Fun (whee!)

Druids ‘they’ say can’t write? Ha!

Well, okay, aliens can be so secretive…

What? Witches, ogres, and fairies?

Magi

God

and lady bugs…

So the test: Who whuld you believe would tell you the truth.

Or, on another level, who can say the truth about who?

If God made the ladybug and told the ladybug what cannot be written on the this planet even under the guise of magic a few powerful words of truth, would you believe it?

It seems that the fun is in the speculation while being human

reality though…

Amazing what a druid does in their sleep while witches conjure emotions and a ladybug dances in an aliens lap.

Thank God there is reality.

(wink)

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If you really must know…

I work.

I love work.

Today I carved an elk on a door Im making for a mini cabin I’m making.

Milling.

Carving.

Eating.

And staying the fuck out of peoples way (humans are worse than snakes, they bite for no reason, for any reason, and they bite because they can’t help themselves.)

Daily writing prompt
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Thor

Son of Bravery

A corgi: Named, Thor.

Thor had an interesting life as a puppy.. A young couple ‘sold’ him to us.

Soon, bitten by a rattlesnake, and then cactus thorns, and then came Sobo, god of Thunder (and a bit of rock-and-roll)

Thor just got a piece of apple as everyday there is an apple moment.

Though, before retreating to the seat where piano music is made,

he peeked up and over and yep, the loyal little fella,

smiled at me.

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having written many words in many ways about many meanings from the moment of the first doodle until this body has died has been an exercise in futility.

what was/is really was nothing more than what this body needed to express. there was a brief belief in hope that hope would bring the change needed instead of the room filled with old bodies filled with dusty old memories.]

the tank is empty as it needs to be, empty until the fumes of fuel once full of powerful explosive actions has been replaced with the hollow void of a sterile echo.

to write this now brings clarity.

absolute clarity with humans understanding of God, of time, of the belief in self, of hope. A clarity so vivid it contains detailed moments of time so real life itself embraces the ‘life’ of illusions.

Reality? Ha, (a real subtle laugh. not haughty or full of pride.) What humans worship as reality is really, truly, a bit more than illusion and a whole lot of dreamlike acceptance of what really is NOT real. maybe some would call it fantasy or makebelieve.

So, what is not a living dream of illusion, fantasy?

Life is real, of this there is no doubt as even life can overcome absolutely everything real or unreal.

God of course is more than a word for hope, more than an illusion. God is so much more (but, I hate the word but) but God is also a simple word for life. Father/Mother. Giver of Life. Maker of Life. Tender of Life. God is a word for what i came to understand the very first time i ‘died’. And i have died in ways, means, times so many ‘times’ the number is beyond count.

Evil of course is the ultimate illusion on this planet. A living, pulsing, entity of such horror it truly is beyond any understanding of humanity. Evil has one purpose and one purpose only…To destroy the belief of Life. Evil can never destroy Life but it can destroy the illusion humans have regarding life… One day, in a timeline strung along a symmetrical line much like the iron particles magnetized by opposite polarities, those new to the identity of life will remember.

i am sad today. Not for myself or you or even this planet. Planets are always in the struggle for birth/death. No, death has no power over me. Death is merely a tool for me to embrace for what it really is, the ultimate illusion.

i am sad at this moment because evil has bubbled into the unstoppable magnetic force of attraction. Sucking the particles faster than the wind can pull them apart. Lockstep in cadence the world, your world has decided to embrace death as a reality. A reality of atomic weapons, biological disease, bullets, horror,…

Hate. Pure hate so pure even i think it to be real, thus the sadness.

As it is it will become

As it becomes the reality will become obvious

As it becomes obvious, the pain will once more embrace hope

i smile now at a question i already know the answer to… Will you look at hope as if it were death and thus an illusion?

Or

Will you look at hope knowing full well the final understanding of Life?

Tomorrow, a beautiful day, a day of smiles. The sadness will depart as it will have served its purpose today.