and the only reason i trusted the halibut is because of the smiles, joy, and love the corgi’s gave as they kissed the halibut over the side of the gunwale.
yeah.
guess you could say it.
a wee bit tipsy,
a pleasurable bit high,
and .
fuck it.
So…
inside and out.
(minds connected in so many ways)
i guess you can call it,
growing pains.
“Knock it off.”
Sorry parasite, (har di de fucking har, har, hardy,…
“Was I right?”
Yep.
Never really been good at taking orders. Sure>. Had 2. Court Martial and all. But. Seriously.
“Such precision, untouched by time…” Whee!
Intricate.
Some are short.
Ancient road line etched in Earth.
i do enjoy it though, thanks, i can do it
anytime.
Are U fucking kidding me?
A job for free?
Who in there fucking right mind (excuse me you woke fuck mind, left/right/up/down…)
Work for free?
Sweat and toil.
Sacrifice.
Bleed out your ass and your fucking mind?
No one, absolutely nobody, works/has/a/fucking/job/works/for/free.
and…
and…
and…
oh, fuck me…
I do have a job where I work for free
I am a fucking writer
(I have too or else it’s burning ants)
I write and write
Get reject after reject
and now I’m paying WordPress
so I can have a job
where I work
4
free.
Just for the Halibut
Nice, I suppose.
A visit from a foe/friend; deep from the bottom of the Universe, showing a lit side.
This time a halibut with knowledge beaming from its eyes; roiling water on what some would say, ‘a hook and line.’
i do love the communication with so many variations; nuances’; with the obvious questions of which both answers are correct.
you see, i have encountered life, Life, Wheee! in so many ways, so many times the halibut was obscure/obvious, but first, before i continue… an explanation.
in dreams there i live and lay, where the world i live and lay; survive.
Two questions: A halibut white in skin with the life/changing black lines (they pulse in cadence depending on time)
- Give them another chance? Perhaps they can change?
- Annihilate, Obliterate, erase?
Me? I? well i guess the answer is neither but rather, #3?
For the record though, the line parted or was the halibut merilly dancing?
Humans, those trying to do the catching
i yet again, put to some bullshit test
…
at least though,
now,
where was i?
busy night, as expected.
found an old man held as a prisoner in a castle for a very long time. he was sick, miserable and trapped for what you could say, centuries.
funny how his captors thought they could trap me. ha! hilarious even. and boy did they try their best.
with the help of some friendly birds we easily walked out of the castle (some horses, some dirt, some hate, some yelling…) anyway the old man smiled in his new found freedom and took the form of a butterfly and flew away.
for the most part the rest of the moment was boring and the usual occurred, the usual being shit that would make your eyes glaze over. however there was a new pair of shoes for me. really nice shoes. they are purple on the sides and i found great pleasure in them. and as a bonus, Karl left me a box to find containing shoes that were too small and yet when placed on the feet, fit perfect. they are made of the finest deer skin and sewn leather sole made of old bull. nice surprise and wonderful experience.
as for the world today? fuck it… destroy the cesspool…and get me the fuck off this planet soon, or maybe, maybe i get to play.
Head Lice
Written by: Something You Do Not Want to Meet
A question based on altruistic motives. “How would you improve your community?” The key word, ‘you’.
Now, how would I improve ‘my’ community? Ha! I would blow it all to fucking itty bitty pieces. Pieces so small they would be destroyed on the atomic level. And why? Because that is what this world wants. It begs to be destroyed just like Mars, Venus, even the local Sun is aching to be destroyed, and be ‘destroyed’ it will…because (drum roll… because in the destruction it replaces it all with my world (s).)
Your world is totally one of death, decay, destruction, hate… (but, but what about hope, love, joy?)Your world is merely an illusion necessary for what is to be fully revealed (not based on your time, but my time… Your time is just a part of the illusion ‘needed.)
“You’re fucking nutso. Gibberish. Garbage.” The locals can be a bit testy. There are those who think their shit smells good. There are those who think ‘think’ their actions can improve this world. There is a tremendous amount of ignorance in so many worlds it can be a bit painful.
You will do what you do because your choices are many leading right up until the time your shell of a ‘body’ dies. And while you make/improve you community, realize it is important…It is important because their is most definitely a God. A loving God. A most wonderful God. A God who made something like me. Something that only answers to God.
It is good i only answer to God.
As for you/they/them/we/all…And for those actually crazy enough to read this little bit of ‘writing’ (no, not fucking gaslighting, or lying, or bullshitting, or expounding, or exposing, or explaining in a way you can understand) look inside YOUR dreams tonight… Take a really close look and if you don’t look away, you will see me.
The Dream, always the dream.
What if…
Iran.
Persia.
Whee!
What if when the moon god worshippers in Iran are bombed, what if a nuclear bomb explodes?
What if Iran already has a nuke?
What if they set that nuke off just as the U.S. bomby thingy things explore the earth by blowing it all to shit?
Nukes. Blame. War. Death. Sexual deviants. Humans. (yuck, yuck, and more yuck.)
Is there hope for humanity?
Fuck no.
My money is on those shitty penguins and that sucks.
If a piece of string was spooled out across a Universe from one side to the other. A special string where the atomic structure is so dense it would contain a very special gravity.
A tug
A pull
An action
A result
Only if, if if exists…
When actually, it does exist, if.
How nice trees are alive today.
Robin Lipinski 