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What is a woman

A question often asked today in the various settings of battle. Battle which is just another word for what humans conduct in this world against others and themselves.

For context to the answer, ‘What is a woman?’ you must realize that this reality, this dimension, this moment is first and foremost, a prison.

A wonderful prison. A prison where the prisoners ‘think’ they are free. A prison where choices can be made. A prison run by the most uncaring demons in the Universe. A prison where the prisoners themselves ally themselves with the guards.

So, what is a woman?

A woman is a life form that thinks it nurtures life yet strives with every fiber to destroy men and the world. While successful at many levels both seen and unseen, they do not have the power to complete the task.

Then the question must then be asked, what is a man?

A man is a life form that thinks it holds the power to destroy men and women and the world. And unlike women, they have the power to complete the task.

Man/woman. Two very similar entities. Two imprisoned life forms. Both vile and corrupt and yet… both have the ability to grasp the, ‘get out of jail card’. Not the, ‘get out of jail free card,’ as that card is only an illusion from a human board game called, Monopoly.

Interesting to note that in a world where most consider a prison to be a place of inescapable torment where your term is dependent on laws and whims of all others, the prison called, Earth, is the only prison available where the man/woman can choose freedom or to remain bound forever.

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Puppies

Question: Are puppies in a dogs womb called puppies, dogs, or fetus?

If a pregnant dog is killed do people call that ‘killing puppies’?

Are dogs pro life or do they think about killing their puppies in the womb?

Puppies in the womb are dogs

Human babies in the womb are human beings

People who choose to kill puppies and babies are sick beings who need to be dragged through a shit covered field of thorns and shit and then given electric shock treatments while watching others like them getting the same treatment.

Oh, and happy Valentines day. A false day where humans say they love each other, then some fuck, and then they choose to kill babies.

Humans are a horrible species and need to learn the common sense about life that even all female dog mothers know.

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and getting back to where something was/is/and always will be (cockroaches and twinkies) there is a disturbance in the force…what’s that? Star Wars? Fuck no, that was so yesterday.

anyway, buzzing around. Bzzzz Bzzzz Bzzzzz and happy heart day and all that.

Arterial and pulsing with a rhythm

counting clouds and fingers

if we all but just pretend

to say

happy life day

then never ever again would there ever remain

to torment and ask question.

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hunting aliens while naked and covered in strawberry jelly.

my mother said at exact moment number 03003, “Whee!”

while my father was busy wrassling an alien that looked like Elvis and who said, “We got a live one fer sure.”

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Luck

,”You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

After regaining consciousness you remember you were thrown off a bridge by some crazed humans trying to protect the world from global warming.

This is great news that you survived without even one broken bone, plus you realize the nutso people are still high up on the bridge and won’t be bothering you again. Yay! Good news indeed to survive such hate.

As you raise your body from the small creek you landed in you notice the ground getting dark. Looking up you see the crazies decided the truck you were recently driving is a big threat to the environment. It was your truck, a 2015 diesel black smoke belching muscle truck that you were driving only a few minutes before being stopped and yanked out of the truck and thrown off the bridge.

The terrorists whose favorite music artist was Bad Bunny, laughed as they rolled the truck off the bridge. One of the killers was heard saying, “Here you go asshole, killed by your own pollution global warming machine of horror!”

The really good news though is that you no longer have to make truck payments. You no longer have to deal with insane humans whose taste of music and beliefs were beyond horrible. And the first thing you now do is go to heaven where you get to see those demon possessed crazies back in hell, eat each other like zombies.

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Zeus (i still like Z)

Zeus was your normal everyday god. A petulant god as a young god and now a cranky pissed off old god with a impotent lightning problem not even Aphrodite could cure.

As a youngster he had a great hobby and that was to sneak up and catch unicorns. Now you might think he would flay and eat the beast but his appetites back then were more rainbow colored. No, what Zeus did with the captured unicorns was to make them play a game.

In the game the pieces were blobs of clay brought to life as Kings and Queens and all the rest you associate with the modern game of chess with the exception of one more piece, that being a large fat turtle.

Hah! What fun the deliquent had while the poor unicorn was bored beyond belief. The thoughts of the various unicorns were unanimous in action as they tried all they could do to escape.

Stepping into the ‘now’ Zeus can be summed up in temperment with one word, dick. Or ass. Or pick a word. In fact, just ask any unicorn ambling by now what Zeus has become.

No, Zeus no longer sneaks up on unicorns. He now spends his days participating at all-you-can eat buffets WITH a senior citizen discount.

After eating an obscene amount of food he then waddles over to the zoo and throws shit at the monkeys Then he goes up on top of a mountain and watches humans kill each other for some really stupid beliefs.

The moral of this story is (in case you have not guessed it): You never outgrow or lose interest in hobbies or activities. Why? Because time does not exist. If you think you are growing old and cranky and become a dick/ass/cunt or whatever, and lose interest then you actually became a god named, Zeus.

Signed: A writer.

Daily writing prompt
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
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When In Rome…(do as the romans do)

Picture a bunch of guys wearing white robes and eating grapes. Perhaps later instead of the super bowl they will watch lions eat some people.

Or picture a hippy festival in Oregon where ladies run around naked high as a kite and eating chocolate brownies.

Maybe picture a six year back in 1957 buying a whole bag of goodies for $1.00.

Get the picture?

And now, a story.

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His name was a combination of sign language and a grunt of some sort that assailed the civilized worlds hearing.

What we could try to understand about his name wold be most likely a visual aid; appearance of heavy weathered skin clinging to a sun drenched body. His clothing was of hide; on that day, a boar. His hair tightly curled and black. His adornments were an assortment of bones and feathers.

I suppose some of you would name him, savage. Some would scream and not give a shit what kind of name he held. I know his name and that is a name that represents the sun setting on the moon.

Sun boy lived in an area called, Borneo. He lived there 200 years ago from a date of November 4, 1961. I have to say it this way as the maze/matrix plays piercing in the ear otherwise.

What an honest world he lived in those many years ago. No Europeans, no visitors, no technology, nothing but will and determination mixed with a religion that would make Jesus cry.

Sun boy was now in an age you may call young, 26 years, but in his time he was old. Old and experienced in the ways of his world and people.

His fare was typical of that found among the indigenous. Insects, monkey, fish, fruit and meat. It was the meat which was most pleasant, especially the meat of the special ceremony where human flesh was consumed. Aside from the importance in his religion of eating flesh (just ask Jesus) there was also the pleasure (just ask Satan)

And now you can picture what really existed. A man named after the sun setting on the moon. A man long ago consumed for an act of stealing a delicacy.

Sun boy died because his greed of tasting a human tongue pickled in a fermented coconut concoction was discovered and soon his tongue was added to the pot. You see, for him his favorite ‘candy’ was himself.