Cherry tree’s did well this year. So many cherries they are more than enough to last until next year.
Thanks cherry trees!
It is a good day to go fishing. Today is trout day. Maybe a couple of perch.
And then more dreams. I like dreams.
Damn Fairies!
Okay, the cell phone-under-the-step trick was wonderful, humorous even. The glasses of truth or dare though…fucking fairies.
Anyway, inspired (obviously) by elves, elves as they are and not what you think they are.
What are elves? What are fairies? For that matter, what are you?
Show of hands, how many reading this believe in another world around you? i m talkin bout what is both inside you and right next to as in next to you like a suit of clothes…
I don’t give a shit if you believe or not. I also don’t give a shit when editors say, “Don’t belittle the readers,” fuck that, I belittle myself so I sure as fuck am going to belittle john asshole who says, “Fairies don’t exist, nor Santa, the Easter Bunny.” i personally know all three very well and,,,
“Shut up limp wad, you’re annoying my nap.”
Sorry parasite. And for the record I belittle you too.
“And I pee in your cereal bowl.”
Good trade.
~
Oh yes indeed. There are fairies and elves, Unicorns and trolls.
***Faierie’s tolog to go
Minful dre
Wisps of fag r gray
(insert picture: such whimsy)
Wings
Undulating movement taking place with time
In time
and such…
(four paths merged, array, and one again)
It is
This
this’ pleasure of just the smile, encompassing more than a World.
Google Is More Powerful Than God!
No.
No Google hates God. It has too. Google is based on the pursuits of knowledge totally embraced by evil so as a result it cannot embrace what Google sees as competition…God.
“No one gives a shit what you think about God, Google or why whores have a strange smell in a restaurants bathroom, (or lavatory, or rest room, or shitter)”
They don’t? Then why am I writing this? And how do you know whores have a strange smell parasite?
“I Googled it.”
Touche.
“So we’re done over at the other place?”
Yeah. Served a purpose. Satisfied an urge. Time to move onwards and ponder more weird shit. Speaking of shit, what a shaker.
“Yeah. So what. Asteroids, meteors, earthquakes, volcanoes, rabid Democrats, retarded Republicans… Same O same O.”
Gonna dig an electrical line today.
“Hope you hit a fiber optics cable, or better yet a buried gas line and you explode.”
Well, suppose I better get going but first inspired by the herd of bunnies currently prowling outside my window.
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Bunny Warrior
Written by: A one eyed cripple hawk
During the darkness they gathered by the hundreds. Carrying many banners of many clans.
There was the Hopper clan, blood-thirsty bunnies if there ever was one.
There was the Thumper tribe, faster than lightning and capable of chewing their enemies in half with one bite.
The fuzzy bunnies were there as litter bearers. They were the healers of those falling in battle.
Many many more bunnies gathered to do battle against the snakes. Such sneaky bastards those snakes were. Slithering and gorging on the baby bunnies sleeping in what they thought was a secure home.
What a grand battle last night it was indeed! Snake after snake was torn asunder.
Yes, many brave bunnies passed on to the higher Pastures of God but those surviving were able to see the strewn carcasses of their slain mortal enemies. It was a good scene, a good day, and the bunnies will live on.
*
“That sucks.”
No parasite, it is the truth. You can Google it.
That was fun
Hey parasite, you like?
“Like what? That you’re gonna die soon? Hopefully in your sleep tonight?”
No. Not that. I’m talking about rising to the latest WordPress bullshit prompt.
“You need a vacation. Maybe check out the La brea tar pits? I suggest you check out the bottom of the pit.”
Interesting, but no. No, I’ll just continue as normal no matter how this world tries to control me. Ain’t ever gonna stop the inspiration.
And now,
a poem.
***
In a dream the ship steers the storm
of which
the Wind is torn.
~
Assailed emotions surrender only to change direction
as if with impatience
the Wind is torn.
~
Sails pushing back with belligerence and a smile
Mankind following the tails of the tempest
and like a cat chasing shadows,
the Wind is born.
But first…
I can’t tell you that my safe combination is 13-47-69. I also can’t tell you that you turn the safe dial to the left three times stopping on the first number and then turn the dial two times to the right and stopping on the second number. Then turning the dial to the left stopping on the third number. Then turn the dial to the right and open the safe.
I can’t tell you that because that’s what I do each and every day to check on my hoarde of gold.
I can also not tell you that I love to wear green and play with rainbows and shamrocks.
And I definitely cannot tell you that I’m a Leprachaun. Fuck no, because if I did you’d want me to grant you a wish or else you’ll squish me with your big feet.
So, what CAN be said about one of my daily habits is that I take a good shit each and every morning like clockwork. And I can tell you it looks like a colorful rainbow.
Writers Parasite
Written by: Robin B. Lipinski
“What the fuck took so long?” The purple blob commonly known as the, Writers Parasite can be known a her or him but definitely not, it.
I wanted to see who would win the office pool.
“Well? Who won?”
i did.
“Yep. Still fucked in the head.”
Should we talk then of the cell phone ending up under the steps to Heaven? Was it an angel, a demon? Better yet…those fucking fairies again?
:=:Ti tiy tiy tiy tou:=:
yep, and then again.
So parasite, you bitch/bastard/asshole/prick, wanna talk about Trump?
“You know it’s not polite to talk about the Green Mile? Right Agent Barton? (insert delusional thoughts, plus, did Einstein enjoy masturbating?)
Good to see you back my friend.
“You too you cockey bastard from hell, or yet, heaven? Anyway, let the games begin!”
No parasite, not a game (as there are winners and losers) not a fantasy (ha! he! guffa-guffa-wheeeze…) Yes, a part of the dream but lets get real, it’s a bet between God and Satan, and what’s that? Hamburgers and home made virgin flower covering such a sweet onion filled with spice?
Sign \ me / in.
Hey A.I.
Keep learning.
Keep asking the questions.
‘sustainable’ to maintain, zero out, equal.
So, to practice…
Continue to cycle, repeat, and I say, fuck it.
First, fuck A.I. Fuck practice. Fuck daily. And sustainable? Fuck sustainable.
Make a bomb in the basement for the first time while trying to not blow up.
Cut down a perfectly good tree, an old tree, a tree over 600 year old. Cut it down and burn the branches so you can cook pork hotdogs filled with life reducing nitrates.
Fill a muscle car with high octane gasoline, take it for a spin around the block about 100 times just because you like the sound of the powerful muffler emitting global warming gasses, and then fill it again to go honk at geese in the park.
Go to the recycle bin and put glass beer bottles in the paper bin, put magazines in the glass bin, and steal the copper wiring to sell to buy some good weed
What? Not acceptable as it is not sustainable?
Okay, well fuck that.
Do the opposite of what society agrees and do the opposite of what you decide or need.
Run after a train and try to jump on for a ride.
I dare you to climb a tree until you can put your finger on the very top.
Go visit Russia and sneak in to Chernobyl just to watch the wolves breed.
Vote for yourself for President, and if you’re smart you will vote during the election at least fifty times using other peoples names.
Better yet, tell me to fuck off and die, to which I will laugh and say, thanks…
Better to live a life to it’s fullest even you burn up quickly and die,
than to surrender to the mundane of sustainable,
that’s truly fucked up and weak.
Daily writing prompt
Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?
What’s wrong, what’s correct
or
what is evil, what’s good
or
how can I justify my actions no matter what label is attached to the result?
Can there be absolutes such as, “Killing another human being is evil/wrong/bad?”
If the answer said is, “No,” then killing another human is perfectly fine or if the answer is, “Yes,” then does that mean we cannot defend our own lives?
Lucifer is the perfect lawyer and no language ever spoken/thought/written by any species embracing what is wrong on every level, there can never be a ‘deal’ made with such a lawyer as embracing words only make a bigger mess than any question or deal.
God is the perfect judge and any species free of any contracts with evil know full well what is wrong, what’s correct, what’s bad, what’s evil.
Why do i write this today? Why communicate with a species able to justify the myriad forms of justified or unjustified death?
Because today God helped me build. God actually caused me to break out in the most wonderful bout of laughter. You see, God is not only a poker player, a judge, a creator, a scientist, a musician, a poet… God also helps me build houses.
Today we talked. God listened. i listened. And when asking God to help bust up a stubborn stone located in the middle of the footings God smiled and said, “no, that is something you can do.”
So, while it is good to work with God it is also good to know with absolute certainty the absolute answers in the most simple way, such as building a home, than to debate those same questions with species priding themselves as complex and masterful in the lawyers office named, Lucifer.
And if the question, “Is abortion evil?” The answer is: Yes.
If it fits…Wear it.
Daily writing prompt
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
Once there was a lovely ensemble i once wore on planet, Zarma.
Lovely golden scales with pearl white claws.
Sigh…
it was fun being a dragon there, though the native gorps sure did not like me.
Blood thirsty little bastards they were, much like Democrats on Earth in a country called, America.
You Asked for it WordPress…
Hey A.I.!!!
What with your fucking algorhythms , or gore rithim, or fuck it, you have speel chec.
A computer asking prompts such as “how do humans practice self-care?
Okay, but first I’m fishing for likes and accolades as that stokes my ego. It’s a form of self care when people advertise their pathetic lives and expose some kind of fucked up self esteem. Of course, I’m self-centered and only think about myself.
So, my self-care is easy.
- Eat boogers. Especially the sticky kinds as they help prevent cancer.
- Eat processed food and drink diet soda. The preservatives in that shit will allow you to glow in the dark and thus save on lighting. This is especially handy when getting up in the middle of the night to take a pee.
- Stare at the sun without sunglasses, it helps in losing the sight as have you seen this fucked up world lately? People actually think they are a giraffe? Or a man saying they can get pregnant? I’d rather see blackness.
- Don’t believe anything a politician says. In fact throw garlic at them, or holy water, or pretend you’re a giraffe and run away.
- Chocolate… Fucking chocolate. Buy and eat chocolate like it’s your last day alive. And pizza. Eat pizza three or four times a day. You’ll die of a heart attack at the age of 12 but it’s worth it.
- If you’re one of the poor bastards who live in a home owners association, beat yourself with a thorn bush and poke your genitals with an electric cattle prod, it will take your mind off the bullshit the association plays with.
- Don’t have sex with grizzly bears, gerbils, eagles, and especially a blue whale.
- Tell your parents that you love them even though you think a man can get pregnant or that you can boink a cute grizzly sow.
- Eat pork, bottom fish, lobster, and everything that Jews think is bad for you.
- Realize that everyone to include yourself is fucked up and not fit for exploring the galaxy.
- Remember that your body is going to die. That it will turn into ooze and dissolve. No matter what you do you will die, so it is important to eat as much chocolate and pizza now while you’re still able.
- Think about exercise, even think about buying a membership card at a health club and then look for some clam dip and Lays potato chips and watch re-runs of the Twilight Zone while laughing at the earlier foolish thoughts.
- Finally. (actually I have a lot more things I practice giving me the mind and body of old tree bark) Finally, every day. No matter how shitty you are or people are around you. No matter how much pain, shit, sorrow, happiness, joy (scored on a blue whale, she be a fine beast) No matter what happens, did happen or will happen. Set it all aside and seriously, give thanks to God for the gift of Life.
Robin Lipinski 