Whee!
(wind, you so funny. make me love you long time.)
“What, $50 bucks? Are you crazy.”
Whee!
(and what a song)
Whee!
(wind, you so funny. make me love you long time.)
“What, $50 bucks? Are you crazy.”
Whee!
(and what a song)
Why don’t those who espouse purity and religious high ground…why don’t they say, “Tits n stuff?”
Interesting to hear those denounce the speech of fuck, shit, cum, asshole, dick…
yet they have already killed you in thought, memory, and need.
“
The breast of a human female are pleasing to ponder. Some who gaze enjoy the plump roundness of large and pendulous orbs while other enjoy the tittilation of tiny well formed plump delicious.
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As for ass, curve, legs, and spirit…ah, now we gathered here are truly blessed.
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enjoy and ponder
wonder and taste
explore what is
and with an open heart touch the hand of God and give thanks.
Robots carrying the translations in the brain
Cogs and wheels
No one needs anyone, they just pretend.
David Bowie sings of being afraid of America/afraid of the world…
Musk and Tesla burn bright filling the mind with bad intentions
Trump; a torch
“Run Forest, run!”
Time to sweat and eat some dirt.
sound has a way, you know
seeping inside while magic man laughs; mocking dream
and th4en
and then
n thn
(bleeeeeeeeep…)
A weather station; nice.
thought, while inside the mind, please take the trash out,
specially the one marked
insane.
Strange.
First the letter put to paper and chalk board. Crayons of color and expression imprisoned by parallel tracks with a passing lane.
Ink of pen, graphite of pencil.
Taking orders of time.
Given commands of expectations.
And for what? To be a canary in a poisoned memory?
With verbal utterances it becomes unbalanced boarding on incoherent.
Pictures only allude to what people choose.
Written. Words. Wow. Why again?
(because it keeps the results at bay)
i want to stop writing.
i have too.
and if i do very bad things will happen.
Take for example, this very moment, in a room filled with people, an ‘agent’ of people is going to die, and why? Why is there torture and hate? So that others may live?
So many vibrations it becomes necessary to drive a stake through the heart of what is barren of blood,
for good reason
for good reason
for good reasons
Why God, do the stars have to die?
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There. Are you fucking happy now WordPress?
If not, I have one word that describes you…
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or,
if you prefer,
Outside/inside
resides
a touch, a shade/shadow/glimmer
the constant battle of not destroying the Milky Way…
with merely a snap of the fingers.
You see, to read is to become a part of something other than yourself. And what is this, yourself?
In a minute you’ll see why the question.
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Abdel Morkowitz was a loser. He also was a Jew. Which was worse for Abdel, being a loser or being a Jew? It is common knowledge that Jews are targets for hate by Jews and non-Jews. It is also common knowledge that being a loser is common for those who are born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Abdel was born to lackluster bakers in Berlin Germany in a period where Hitler was still a corporal in the German Army. His parents were not losers but neither were they good parents.
“Don’t drop the flour you clumsy boy.” Abdel’s father was quick of the tongue and hand; constantly belittling his son.
The day the Germans smashed the bakeries windows was the day Abdel not only lost his parents, but he also lost his freedom as he was spending his first day in what some would call, Hell.
Hell: A place/setting/consciousness where there is no God, only hate and pain.
The cruelty of the Nazi power was surgically precise as it was horrific. Abdel was shuffled with thousands of other Jews as if sacks of grain destined for market.
There was the day where the loser was packed in a boxcar and sent down the tracks to his final destination. A place where cattle in a slaughter house were afforded more dignity than those fellow Jews gassed and burned in th3 of3nw, it truly was h3ll.
Now, this is a bleak story and at the beginning I told you Abel was a loser, a Jew, a prisoner of hell; beaten by the guards and facing the line of those about to be killed. I said in a minute you will see, and now see you shall.
You see, Abdel had the genetic mistake of skin pigmentation. His the pure alabaster white only an albino can have. To this the Nazi’s were fascinated. An aryan color of goodness and power.
Abdel was indeed a loser and Jewish and yet lucky in a way. His death was to be sure. 100% certainty that his soul would become separated from his body. And it was. Only his fate was not one of gas and oven. No, that was clean and final.
Abdel’s fate was to be skinned alive by a doctor trying to advance the medical science of the Reich. The doctor a firm believer in evil and no believer that Jews were worthy of human status…
And reader? You may think this story has nothing to do with ‘What was the best compliment you’ve received?’ and you are wrong.
‘you see’ Abdel was a loser and Jewish. He had the skin as soft and white as a summer cloud. Which is why when the doctor was finished skinning the young man, the skin was tanned and made into a wonderful light shade for a lamp in Hitlers study.
As Hitler was sitting in the room one day he looked at the lamp and complimented it. “That is a most wonderful lamp. The animal skin is truly remarkable.” And with this tortured way of explaining the obvious was the best compliment Abdel Morkowitz had ever received.
Confidence is a nice mask. It is a perfect coverup for the illusion that ‘everything’ is going the way ‘we’ want…
Is confidence good? Well, I suppose a doctor cutting up a patient to fix a disease should have confidence, but that confidence comes from experience and training. So for a doctor they may have confidence in trying to help but are insecure in other facets of life such as talking to someone who disagrees with them.
So to answer yet another useless wordpress prompt, the question is ambiguous and misleading. Confidence does not exist in any single human as a total package. Now for a group, or ‘group’ then the most confident people/group I know are those who embrace evil…
You can disagree and I could give a flying fuck about that. My confidence in such a matter is far and above very very very well learned, and earned (much like a well trained doctor with experience)
Those who ‘try’ to love, or love God, or kittens, or puppies… They have some confidence but are mostly insecure as there is the lure of the dark side. Yet those who steal, lie, cheat, kill, hate…They ‘they’ have utmost confidence and are not afraid to hurt, maim, kill, slander, steal, destroy, rape, ravage, mutilate… Evil is VERY confident.
And thus the surprise: Humans who strive for complete confidence make very good evil entities while those who place their entire Life complete with doubts, insecurity and yes, confidence on the plate of God, they are the best humans can be. Those people who find failure, setbacks, pain, angst, and yet still try to be with God, THEY are the hope and give me confidence for the future of humanity
Inspired by the folly unfolding among the prideful tribes of ignorance.
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Sharp spears hardened over the fires of past success
So many willing to die
So few wanting to know
Such if’s are only a brief pause when the contemplation has only spurred thoughts of victory
triumph
success
while soon to realize complete and utter failure.
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From soil and ashes there becomes a form gifted by Life
From life returns the ashes, only now soil barren and a toy for the wind
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There are those asking the right questions such as , why?
Why kill and destroy a world, a playground for God, a world brimming with Life?
The answer is simple and easy: Mankind’s heart is aloof and uncaring when it beats in rebellion to the Na’pi’, the Creator, God, Life…
touching the wind brings to mind the sensation of extreme familiarity
A bit of a tease in the breeze
Tussling and ruffling the thoughts to gain attention
trying to hide behind a mountain backfires
and so
a gale.