Infinity is and the result is infinity junior
Daily writing prompt
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Humans are going to the moon…
Interesting.
It would be better though if humans could stop killing each other.
If they stopped killing each other, humans could then go out into the Universe with a big smile on their faces and see some really wonderful life forms that also don’t kill each other..
Now, where was i?
oh,
yes,
pussy.
Men love sex. They love pussy, vagina. they love the slurping sucking sound of passion.
No?
You’re not human? Okay. Then go fuck yourself.
You see. I have no inhibitions.
The wet vagina. The tingling clit. The moans.
and what?
i can enter a whore house of trepidation and still think of God.
Why?
You could not fucking understand.
Understand this.
i am a bit… unique.
Not a eunuch, not gay, not straight…
i am
i am not human.
(sip)
so lets try.
To express what i am would leave no words to remain.
Nothing special indeed.
and yes, pussy is a nice distraction.
humans still have a long, long, way…
and tonight,
another glass of brandy, and pussy, and,
whee!
themselves…
or
maybe,
the fact the God does indeed loves them even if they are sorry excuses for a creation.
rock righting
right then…
a joke of glass and stone.
two for the price of one in the ‘demon’ zone
only
rocked by righteous mind of accord
“Just don’t say I’m damned for all time!”
he who is without sin throw the first stone
only
violent trembling of temptations
(rerun, replay, reward)
20 pieces of silver to the highest bid of blood money
“You might as well take it… a fee, nothing more”
(transition)
if stone grinds the soul then how then does the then flower of peace then grow from then crumbled remains?
You see…
a stone flew today in same place
a form of communication
from a wasteland where mortals live a form of illusion
cast with force
high above the sky
rocked and rocking…
only,
i am no fool,
no,
free
free from a world where stones can be used hostile
(poor language skills nonwithstanding and whereupon the stamp of hand)
Laugh now, there is nothing to be scared (of, for, with)
even now, another rock sings and dance.
To never have to wish, want, desire, or hope for anything ever again. Thus being perfectly happy.
Sol ice
it is way to feel it
to find peace where so many seek to destroy
there are no walls, cages, forests, deserts, armies
safe
so safe with it
it is
what i need.
(small picture)
floating in a womb of comfort; surrounded by chaos and pain
a pill form shape given to house the energies
from the body spread tentacles of movement
tapping the core of planet and space
touching, tasting, tearing times fabric asunder with delight and mistake
There: cApiTal (insert password)
Here: mundane
hand covering advancing armies full of collective pride while the individual shits their bowels
yet?
celebration?
why?
A wet gap open and gives birth now, a new form to take
Birds soar no more in disgust
this an answer to the flames.
A want
is usurped by need
(sneaky little bastard)
yes, to have ink and skin when already imprinted with the magic of life
indeed…
what if i told you about a tattoo of greed?
one where many flee to?
flaunting desire and passion
gripped by feelings themselves bound tightly in chains.
(sipping more brandy in a pure lead class filled with ice)
Mankind muddles with ideas and artistic folly; beauty?
maybe to sober eyes or horrors of nightmare dreams.
There is a tattoo dancing upon the hand. Changing with dragons breath and the fairies piss of deceit…
(sipping)
there…did you feel the colors?
Swept into a bin of black and white only to embrace once more the untold numbers of color and life.
Dance children; sing with voices with untold pictures come to life.
Do you now see my tattoo?
Life.
Life.
Life.
Forever and ever more.
(ahhhh….)
once again i have a hold and hold the glimpse of hope.
Pamy
A nice man from Punjab, India. The dinner was much like what once was. It has been years since such.
Intellect.
Kindness.
Interaction of questions and debate.
He liked the No No sauce. Only two drops. Nice.
As such in times of such there is such inspiration to spill the mind onto the paper of guts.
I’ve written into stone what has to be now as there is nothing here ever more for such as me.
Bittersweet? Maybe if the taste now was licorice and yet…
Some time to write as it is to be me.
***
Born nothing special other than to claim absolute title to bastard.
Full of joy and peace.
So much, so much so it really becomes almost impossible to believe.
There is no need to travel the stars as the stars reside inside
Warm
Close
Twinkling as my heart beats.
There is no more a home here with this living dream, no more attention driven as a sharp spike deep.
Keep your wealth and money
Feed insecure beliefs
Age the clock until those lying hands rust and corrode away
leaving in place a timeless realm where the mind can still play.
A journey of make-believe where if the eyes close i can still dream
then to open awake inside to dance with my friends once more while the drum beats
To laugh and cry, help and try, giving and receive
in this once more to find life, joy, and peace.
So Pamy…
Thanks.
Robin Lipinski 