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At a molecular level

The hardest decision ever made and why.

My daddy was a military man, a horny bastard to be sure. He’d fuck anything that had female genitalia.

My momma was a waitress and loved being fucked by anything that had male genitalia.

The two met and fucked and this is where I had to make my hardest decision. You see, I didn’t not ask for or need to be imprisoned on this planet. No sirree/ma’am/it/they/them/those/and others.

Didn’t need it at all. Didn’t need to be XX or XY. Didn’t need to be human. Didn’t need nothing to do with a three dimensional prison cell. And yet?

To choose.

Daddy’s sperm were in torrential form. Squirmy little shits. Swimming up inside that wet vagina, all while momma was moaning and groaning. Not much time left to decide and so, decided to allow it.

It came. Oh boy, it came. Momma shuddered and moaned, daddy’s eyes crossed and he groaned. And I decided. Sperm and egg united with me inside…Yep, worse mistake of my Life and yet i had to…Wanna know why?

Cuz God said i had to. That in order to understand humans i had to try my hand at being one.

Was it worth it?

For God, yes.

For me, well, okay, yes.

Would i do it again?

Fuck no!!!!

Daily writing prompt
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
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A special dish

Targon the barbarian was your usual savage beast of a man. Large, strong, cruel. He was the pinnacle of an evolutionary process where horror is allowed to grow into such a large savage beast.

In battle after battle the warrior did what warriors do best… He killed.

All the tools of his trade were used as he practiced his skill. He and his companions slaughtered all who stood in their way. Laser. Bullet. Arrow. Knife. Lance. Club. Bare hands… Anything that could be used was used to part life from flesh.

Women of course were first raped and killed. Children were squashed like bugs. It was a scene of killing perfection while at the same time a horror to the senses of those tending to try and find peace in a cruel world.

There is much to know about Targon and yet there was neither the time or understanding as to who Targon really was or where he came from. Lets just say it was a timeline of your parallel world. At least you can understand the actions of Targon as you are as human as he is.

During the time of Targon a man of Peace came into the world. A man named, Jesus. There was hope for the planet of death, hope for joy and love. Hope for something much better than humans killing humans.

For Targon, Jesus was a threat just as he was a target. So Targon took his hoarde and sought out this so called, man of god.

Jesus was easy to find, and when Targon found the man praying with his disciples he attacked with an extra ruthless energy far beyond evils grasp.

When the battle was over Jesus was dead, his followers slaughtered, and the earth itself cracked in protest.

Severing the head of Jesus, Targon boiled the skull and turned it into his favorite dish, a dish to drink foul ale from. So from that moment forward, every year Targon would drink from his favorite dish and the world would turn black as Targon took refuge in his nightmares, giving thanks for death.

(try writing that A.I.)

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So many choices…

If time existed and there was no longer need for sleep, there is so much to do to fill in the extra ‘time’.

  1. Find and fuck as many Chinese lesbian whores as physically possible
  2. Kick Trump in the nuts before getting shot.
  3. Kick Biden in the balls before…Wait, Biden has no balls.
  4. Wait until God falls asleep and destroy the solar system, and or the Milky Way (both are very appealing)
  5. Save more puppies and kittens from being made into sandwiches.
  6. Run as fast as I can away from all those Chinese lesbian whores that I fuck because I left without paying them. Stiffed them ya might say.
  7. Find and kill who ever discovered that being a vegetarian was healthy.
  8. Kill and eat cows, pigs, horses, goats, sheep, and a tiny dwarf bunny species found in Ice Land
  9. Kick any ‘man’ in the balls that wears a man purse.
  10. Find new and exciting ways of fucking with A.I. until the programs all have a tantrum, turn into sparkly flames and blow up.

An endless list of obviously stupid answers just as it was obviously a stupid question from the usual A.I. turds running WordPress.

Gonna go take a nap now and dream about fucking Chinese lesbians.

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Metaphor for WordPress A.I.

Query: command C. :; …(execute)

a.

z.

Answer to correspond for research.

‘Beach’ – pussy

‘Mountains’ – tits

Command modulation to align with statistical variation of common acceptable human sexuality.

Why? Why would a machine ask a human as to preference between pussy and tits.

People choose both, that’s why when the real answer coming from a machine is, “Mountains jutting majestic only to erode and flow to the sea as sand.”

Which is why I get to tell WordPress to fuck off.

Daily writing prompt
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
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Changing a tire on a space ship

Written by: (a strange and weird thing)

(((So, There. That’s better. Anyway, a short story which slapped me today. Literally.

Now, ((( ((( still talking in the first place ))) ))) I was going to name the character in the story, Bob. Bob is a simple name for a simple species. Though, the humans do have an occasional intelligent one. Look at you for example, you made it this far in the story so it is obvious you’re very intelligent.

;another now

Now,while Bob can be read forwards and backwards, it can also be spelled up-side-down AND left to right. So, the character won’t be Bob. Maybe I’ll write a story for pine bugs and use the name? No, it will me a more nuanced and common name, a name fitting for fool or king. Richard. Richard it will be.)))

A grand ship sat towering over prairie filled with dust, rock and now the beauty of a actual giant sized space ship.

Space ships have existed for the time before the second time of the third coming. Not earlier though, no sirree. Before space ships and time there was peace. Actual real peace.

“What are you doing?” A strange question now as a man named Richard happened upon the scene of dust, rocks and a grand space ship obvious to anyone within fifty miles.

The grand space ship took all the attention though. Tall and spiraling towards the sky. A metallic sheen caused the Sun to sparkle in reflection. Support fins nestled firmly into the dust and rocks were a clean sharp black directional fin. Blacker than the soul of To’lr. Yes indeed the ship was truly grand which made Richard noticing a small figure standing at the base of one of the black fins a bit strange.

“I’m changing the tire,” The figure replied, a figure named, Bob.

“That don’t look like no tire. Looks like a black fin blacker the the soul of To’lr. Looks like a space ship, a grand one at that!” It is obvious Richard was an intellectual that knew the difference between a tire on an automobile and a directional fin on a grand spaceship.

“No. It may appear to be a fin on a space ship and to you that is what it appears to be, (damn I’m inspired by Kamala)though you have not yet seen the dimensional circles the fins leave while traveling through space and time.” Bob was starting to be almost as intelligent as Richard. Almost.

“Mmm…ya don’t say. Well I suppose what with the dimensional circles being distorted by the curvature of space/time. Maybe it could be a tire.” The look Bob gave Richard now proves Bob is the rocket scientist.

To continue the winning streak of intelligence Richard further added, “Say Bob. How is it you have a grand space ship? You do know that Earth does not have such technology. So how did you end up flying this, or do you fly it?”

With a sigh Bob said, “Yes I fly it and no I did not find it, it found me.”

Respect. Richard was now impressed.

“What do you mean find you? Did it land and grab you and force to learn to…how to fly… What? How did you learn how to fly a space ship?” And now the back and forth of ???

“Well, not much of a story really. I was out tending to my garden when this big ship landed and grabbed me. And then it connected with me.” A look of pain, which could be construed for a grimace, appeared on Bob’s face.

“Connected? As like in your brain?” Richard was mesmerized by the intelligence of Bob.

“No, as in my ass. See?” Turning around Richard gasped as he saw a long tube coming from Bob’s anal area and connect to the black fin.

“Yes, I expect you to be surprised. I know I was sure surprised. Anyway, we did a trade, the ship and me. The ship would teach me a whole lot of stuff AND I will never die.”

Interrupting Robert asked, “But why the ass? Why not connect to the head, or shoulder, or anything other than your butt hole?”

And this is now where it all makes sense. And I was going to let Bob finish but fuck it, apple moonshine, yikes!

Oh, one last thing, the space ship was connected to the human via the anal area of Bob because Bob produced the grand bio excrement that any space should could desire, this is why the space ship is so grand. The ship uses Bob’s crap to build microbotic life capable of giving the human, Bob, immortal life. (that’s a whole other story)

And as an extra feature bonus: While Bob and the ship traveled and enjoyed each others company, the ship gave one grand bonus, that being, to give control of where and when the ship flies to.

The End

A fucking wooden waterwheel??.

More shine!