What the Fuck???

And so…Model missing for 10 days after Dubai ‘sex party’ found broken and bloodied on side of road

A 20-year-old model has been left unable to speak, with her spine snapped and limbs broken after allegedly attending a sinister Dubai ‘sex party’.

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H-u-m-a-n

Man

Women

Created by, God.

“There is no God!” Said by a looooot of ignorant fucks. Literally, ass fuckers. Sick fucks. Nutty fucks. Fuctards. Fucking evil fucks.

“Tell us how you really feel?”

Fuck you.

I don’t wish you could see what i see, what i know, what is and what is not. I don’t wish that at all because you cannot handle it. And trust me, it is good.

Let me tell you something about God you may think you know or not, God’s ways are definitely not your ways, not my ways, and God is definitely not a fucker.

“Blasphemy!”

Fuck you.

God is truly love in a way so very very few humans can even come close to understanding just what Love is truly all about.

“Fuck you.”

Exactly. Now figure out this riddle: How can the words ‘fuck you’ be used while absolutely filled with love and peace? Go ahead. There is an answer, and it is good.

“I love you. You are wrong.”

And again, fuck you. You are learning though. It is good.

No, I would never wish for anyone of this planet to see what i see, feel, smell, experience each and every moment of what was/is/will be.

One day. A very special day far off in the past/future, the world will truly know the power of love and the power of two stupid words, ‘fuck’ and ‘you’.

“Eggs are way down…” Yikes!

thankfully there are those daily moments of heaven…

each and every time devouring such fantastic food!

Trix Are for Kids

and wishes are for humans.

‘Secret’ Ooh! Oh my! Golly gosh gee!

‘Skill’

‘Ability’

This is fun as I no longer give a shit what humans wish for, what abilities they have, or skills they think they master.

As for secrets, each and every human ‘thinks’ they have a secret.

So, at this exact minute you are reading this i have already entered your ‘secret’ mind and let me tell you what…B-o-r-i-n-g.

“I fucked my best friends friend, he was so-so”

or you…

“This guy is weird.”

or, or, or…

Boring.

Good news coming though, soon to push the restart button and try another planet.

And that’s the waaaay it goes.

(blip, bleep, blank screen)

Daily writing prompt
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

Quirk of Death…

feeling the sparkly kiss of sunlight

cheery cheery beam of warmth and life

a gentle breeze perhaps, or maybe?

Maybe a soft white fluffy puffy cloud to bring the warm skin some wonderful relief.

Yessss…yes indeed.

Happiness and smiles as life is in communion with those many happy, healthy, young people frolicking on the Summer beach…

Even there, laying in the shadow of lazy relaxation, a young girl; smiling.

She is happy with how fantastic goes her life today, a day where watching the blue sky invokes dreams.

Within a dark shadow no one can see,; reaching down (or up if you prefer, from the grave)

And with a kiss upon her warm lips, the cold kiss of death,

nice weather, bad weather, all weather on each and every day,

is a favorite type of weather

for Death to be.

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite type of weather?

Listening Wind

A song by Talking Heads.

A poem by the wind…

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Shelte3r inside my heart

Whispering spray of gull and sky getting my attention

“You there boy…” the wind displays.

Yes, i know. i have always known.

Cyclone, tornado, stillness of idle calm

To me, all the same.

A breath, breathe inside to blow aside the foul

stench of mankind’s hate

Evermore entwined

with Gods sigh.

Tits n stuff

Why don’t those who espouse purity and religious high ground…why don’t they say, “Tits n stuff?”

Interesting to hear those denounce the speech of fuck, shit, cum, asshole, dick…

yet they have already killed you in thought, memory, and need.

The breast of a human female are pleasing to ponder. Some who gaze enjoy the plump roundness of large and pendulous orbs while other enjoy the tittilation of tiny well formed plump delicious.

As for ass, curve, legs, and spirit…ah, now we gathered here are truly blessed.

enjoy and ponder

wonder and taste

explore what is

and with an open heart touch the hand of God and give thanks.

Insidious

Robots carrying the translations in the brain

Cogs and wheels

No one needs anyone, they just pretend.

David Bowie sings of being afraid of America/afraid of the world…

Musk and Tesla burn bright filling the mind with bad intentions

Trump; a torch

“Run Forest, run!”

Time to sweat and eat some dirt.

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sound has a way, you know

seeping inside while magic man laughs; mocking dream

and th4en

and then

n thn

(bleeeeeeeeep…)

A weather station; nice.

thought, while inside the mind, please take the trash out,

specially the one marked

insane.