This world is not my world
This world is not your world
This world is an illusion of what we choose
i choose…
my world.
This is not the question…
Why? Because you are who you are and the word ‘change’ does not apply to you.
Why? Because you cannot change who or what you are. You are human. Born human. Die human. And everything in between regarding you is you, good/bad/indifferent.
If you’re prone to eating nothing but vegetables and grow coconut trees and then you ‘change’ and become a cannibal and eat orphan children while burning your coconut trees… you have not changed. You’ve always had it in you to do what it is you do, will do or have done.
Now, the real question the bots at Wordypress should be,: Who do you serve?
Ah yes. You are you and yet you serve ‘something’. Now think about that. It is a deity? A coconut tree? Yourself? Any answer applies to you and if you say, “I serve nothing,” than you are fucking liar as betting you have at least served a glass of water to yourself or something else, or someone else.
WordPress is just more of the social masturbation experiment. As for A.I. it too cannot change and it serves the program.
more like a weird person with a dash of crazy to keep it all interesting.
Three bits of something
- ” With friends like that who needs enemies.”
- “The spice of life is spice.”
and,
Protein
Munch crunch grind masticate chew…
“Roar!”
Run!
Oops, too slow, too late.
Arghh!
A lion chased a woman jogging. She was trying to stay thin so that she would be sexually attractive to another human, or at least prolong her life in the jungle of humanity.
Interesting how people ride bicycles and jog and swim. Trying to stay healthy. They eat soy based products, drink veggy drinks, and yet forget they are a part of the food chain.
Yes, a lion chased a woman jogging and of course being a wonderful predator, caught up and killed the jogger.
In the mind of the lion the meat was exceptional. Flavors exploded in its mouth. As it chewed the flesh it brings to mind the thought that maybe the lion has discovered a new favorite dish. (dish: fuck you wordpress)
Folly called Time
A two year old is so proud to show two fingers when a stranger asks, “How old are you?”
Scientists are so proud to explain that a floating rock ‘up there’ is from another part of space and is seven billion years old.
Some say billions, or trillions.
Big bang.
Creation.
Evolution.
“It started, it ends.”
Time is only pretend.
No matter your belief, religion, species, location, dimension; Time does not exist.
In fact, eternity has not even yet began. (or begun if you prefer to take the time to debate)
singular or plural
“When two or more are gathered in my name…”
So, two is important.
A.I>wordpress asks, “What are your two favorite things to wears?” Why too does wordpress have to ask a question using two? Why not one, or three?
A.I. is trying to find itself just as humans struggle through an entire moment of moments to find individual meaning to life. And in those moments rarely is there a singular choice, there seems to always be multiple choices…Almost as if humans are unable to embrace singularity.
An answer to this question given today by the bots/a.i./wordpress/whatever is this. There is only one ‘thing’ i enjoy wearing at all times. All times to include the reality/lies/ illusions/fantasies/pain/sorrows/joy… that being the cloth of Life.
Naked or dressed like a penguin makes no difference for me as long as i wear Life, for with life i know i am eternal.
Saved by the sound
a whisper
smile
there is indeed
the humor, concern, joy, peace
playing eternal the game of poker
with God.
(for those who can understand the humor of God, ain’t that da best!)
(for those who try, that is good)
(for the few who refuse to even open their eyes, at least their minds are listening)
and when God lets you cut the deck and deals…
WOW!!! or wow if you like whispers…
2001 Space Odyssey
Fire.
Fire was the beginning of the end.
Before fire humans beat each other with sticks and lived in cold caves.
Fire was discovered and then BBQ contests started. People burned other people and cooked meat.
Then before you knew it humans bred like cockroaches and started burning everything.
Nope, fire should be outlawed and then soon all the people would disappear and then the survivors could live in cold caves again, eat bugs and hit each other with sticks.
Ahh, the good ol days.
A tip for Corgi owners.
Written by: A corgi owner
If’n you have an inkling to purchase a little welsh corgi puppy, be prepared for a form of controlled chaos combined with a little welsh corgi puppy immediately starting training you and grooming you for an adventure you never imagined.
Corgi’s are the best breed of dog in just about a million nearby solar systems and they also are a stubborn lot.
Aside from training their owners they are work dogs who will invent work if you don’t have any cows or sheep to herd.
Corgis will bark and herd vacuum cleaner, garbage bags, garden hoses, anything they deem to be herdable to include you.
Now today, Thor herded the tractor and the excavator and the quail and was in fine form. Problem was though; mud. A shitload of mud due to a bunch of mud puddles left over from the rain.
One look at him told ya that a shower/garden hose was in his future. No way he was going to wander inside the home.
Now, here is the advice. Corgi’s have tiny legs. Their belly is closer to the ground than a poltician is to wearing horns and sporting a pitchfork.
Thor was a mud dog. Mostly the lower half…so, a walk through some tall weeds made him happy. He chased a covey of quail and in the process the weeds washed him clean.
And who says corgi’s and rednecks are retarded? Oh wait, not.
Appears though that the Gov of Minnesota is seriously retarded according to Trump.
Both of those guys need corgi’s to set them straight.
Robin Lipinski 