the good ones.
No Filter
Decided to get rid of any filters I’ve put into place to try and fit into the various societies imposed upon me on this planet.
Just got home from work and read the following headline:
Mourning Brigitte Bardot Doesn’t Mean Absolving Her
By Emma Specter“
Whoever the above author is I say, fuck you. You couldn’t absolve a coconut or anything at all, and especially yourself.
The author wrote
“Death often has a kind of flattening effect on legacy. It’s hard to talk about a celebrity like Bardot—someone who brought entertainment and joy to millions, yet also sowed hatred and bigotry—with the requisite amount of nuance. But it’s our collective responsibility not to let her legendary beauty and talent obscure the ugliness of her Islamophobia, sexism, and far-right apologia.”
Again I say with absolute certainty, fuck you and ugliness and sexism and islam and sex and right and left and absolutely everything you stand for.
I have no idea who Brigitte Bardo was or what she said. If she said Mohammad fucked goats, good for her. If she fed orphan midgets, good for her.
Hoping the author of the above gets butt fucked by a rabid moose while protecting a sacred redwood tree, or drunk in a whorehouse in Bangkok
Despise is the perfect word I have for assholes that spout such shit. Ugly? Look into a mirror, now that is what is ugly.
Having no filters is fucking wonderful!
Does that make me also an asshole who should get butt fucked by a moose?
Absolutely! Though this asshole would shoot the moose first with a howitzer and eat the bitch first.
Then I’d cut down the redwood and mill it into lumber for a new whorehouse in Bangkok.
Blood red (actual blood)
A fire breathing dragon that does not like sports or humans who watch such shit.
Daily writing prompt
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
Trump Wants the Nobel Peace Prize…
Remember the phrase, ‘Be careful for what you wish for.’?
Four presidents have received the useless chunk of accolades from the drunken Norske country. Four.
Trump wants one too. Why?
Why would anyone want a peace prize?
Sounds like a participation reward for toddlers who all pick and eat boogers.
There is no Peace on this planet. Never will be.
Want proof to back this up?
Jesus brought peace to this planet and the humans slaughtered him and his followers. Humans still slaughter other humans trying for true peace. Does Trump want to be slaughtered also?
Humans need a prize for being the most vile and cruel species for about 100 light years in any direction. They’d win hands down and without even trying hard.
Nope. ALL. Each-and-every-one. From the president of an HOA to Hitler. ALL are corrupt, evil, creatures…
And why are they so fucking horrible?
Because
They
Are
Human…
and put into power by a mirror reflection of voters also human…
a little bit of heaven
a little bit of hell
a whole lot of pizza.
Vroom Boom
Down here in Florida the night sky is filled with lights and lightning burning the blackness away.
In the town of youth there in the entrance to the Keys, the youth play.
Bumping up and down to the Latin beat the slick groomed Chevy’s ride the streets.
Young men pumping their bravado, young women barely contained in clothing.
Over there near the cities center a Dodge diesel roars with testosterone, and there, a Honda tachs at 6000 rpm while the driver feels powerful in her tight dress.
Fords bellow, Nissans mellow, BMW for the elites.
With a laugh and moist panties a gold miner lady oozes with ooh ooh oh… with the passing lamborghini.
Sex, diesel, and gasoline. Mixed with biological hormones of humanity…
Seems normal right? A right of passage as boy meets girl through the rolling metal of the streets?
Outside though, near a swamp filled with snakes and gators lives an old man with no money, no family or friends. He owns or drives nothing.
And yet he is happy. He is alive and full of whisky and sardines. Watching the lightning and lights far off in the big cities.
Soon to pass out in a blissful sleep in his most favorite vehicle in the whole world, an abandoned and junked Winnebago RV.
Elk Passion
This is the finished current project. A mini timber frame home built out of a lot of laughter, profanity, and work.
Made out of spruce, fir, pine and black walnut.
Gonna try and sell it.
Oh, and I call it ‘elk passion’ as it is the rut of the bull elk,, bulls who bellow with lust and in the cabins scene, the passion is so hot it burns all it touches.
Much better than working for people who treat me like dog shit.
Maybe it will sell, maybe it won’t.
Fun at least.
This is the trickle effect of what was started thousands of years ago…
As such, there is hope for imperfection to fly free in absolute perfection…
“Who are the biggest influence in your Life.”
This prompt is another primitive form of A.I. questioning the human condition. The program asks “Who,” when the most logical word would have been “What is” the biggest influences of life.
Algorithms pertaining to social influences push the narrative of ‘people’ with power. The power to influence YOUR decisions in life. I call this algorithm and all algorithms, bullshit.
If you fall prey to following the question as asked then the most obvious answer is your parent/guardian, the one or ones that protected and guided you to the point where you could make your own decision. Of course many people learn to hate their parent/guardian because their new ‘best’ influence’ is some powerful person. A never ending cycle of bullshit.
So, I choose to say fuck you to this question as it is hostile in its intent. It is a question designed for study and research. It is a question of manipulation. It is a question meant to lead the living flesh and blood to become a part of dusty artificial intellect.
The only answer I would then give to a question such as this is, Life, Life, and Life.
(and God allowing me to see the true face of evil/death as it really is)
Robin Lipinski 