Not bad.
its got a spider.
and trains.
and trees.
Oops…
the mind saw the A.I. Worpress prompt as, “Where would you go on a killing spree?” And of course the answer was simple and easy: Earth.
However, after seeing it was a more useless and mundane question of, “Where would you go on a shopping spree?” The answer is easy and would be, Bob’s House of Guns, Gore, and Guts.
A small but humble shop dealing with tons of ammunition (one can never have enough ammo). They also sell flame throwers, land-mines, howitzers, and small tactical nukes small enough to fit in a small container such as a Uber tooling around in New York City (coming soon to a metropolis near you.)
But what Bob’s House of Guns, Gore, and Guts REALLY has that is absolutely delicious is the testes of alligators that have been soaked in a dill brine. Shit…That shit can be eaten with Wonder bread slathered with hog grease, hot sauce and a shitload of pickled alligator balls. Fucking YUMMY!
Absolutely heavenly. And recently they sent out a cyber coupon for spicy chicken lips and lizard tails soaked in pineapple sauce. Buy one get one free.
Damn…
Hunger brings out the best in me.
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Nope.
and
answer me this, why?
there is no bravado, no lie. Taint ever more than wonderful, the smell of lavender.
God has such humor. Ha. So wonderful yet.
i smile because i have too.
Nothing can ever shake or change of come close to what’s inside.
(yes. the mind.)
To write is a way of communication as well as being the perfect conduit to dispose of insanity.
Are you a writer? Yes? No? (fuck it, it’s a freee word in which to die.”
Why?
Why write when a world is nothing more than a prison. An illusion. A purgatory of some religious bullshit?
To write means change.
To put letter to word brings clarity.
To , to. to.
too
two
(burp)
i love it.
(thanks God)
HaaHaaHaaHa-a-ha-ha
News.
while there is such a stupid battle inside
to hack and whack
to be
to see
to accept
to deny.
(Oh you …. … …)
right?
I am for the record, under nothing more the the influence of what it is to be.
inside/outside
and yet still, (fuck time)
i will never stop loving you, for whatever and ever the reason, why.
Let me ask ya something…
“The crazy shit you see while driving across the country.”
What is inside? Inside the human mind.
“Saddle up the mule.”
“Oh fuck these site.”
*
Intermission
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what ‘s up?
I can never forget and yet and yet and yet, there is no regret.
the best
the greatest
ever could i can
or ever could try to bring to muster
the kis.s.s.s.s.
(whee)
Rob Zombie
wow…
(sigh)
“you sick retard?”
No parasite… Honestly. The exact opposite.
“High?”
Ha! You think?
“Leave my twinkies alone.”
*
Rob Zombie
rocks.
fuck… man… let me tell you what.
“What?”
i at-this-exact-second, own fucking time.
wonderful.
Monsters and aliens,
fried chicken, “Bucbucbuc baaaa.”
(have to say it: your sweet ass i forever in my mind)
Wink. Blink.
BAAAM!-!
My Middle Namens?
“What is your middle name?” Said by an A.I. program running WordPress.
“My name is, fucking.” Said by fucking.
“What be yer first n last name then?” A.I. was growing some tits.
“My first name is, Big. My last name is, Asshole.” Said big fucking asshole.
“Well said,” Said an electric power surge in the the grid.
Daily writing prompt
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?
she boarded the bus naked. there was a close up inspection of her body with concentration paid to the small of her back meeting the curvature of her buttocks.
she knew of the study, of the concentration. she wore no smile nor scowl. she continued her journey.
though… it was interesting in how she spread her legs to reveal the silence of a closed mouth to the vagina.
this leads to the power between the penis advancement and the entrenchment of such a pulsing sensation.
and then, a candle burnt the night away.
Robin Lipinski 