Reeds in dreams are metaphors for those people met in an awake situation
Water is warm to mimic the womb
Life is, and always is, extreme.
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Swimming daily it is so very to get caught up in a daydream.
Disjointed?
So what, the swamp is a wonderful place to be.
Item: Wool blanket
Item acquired: Birth
Current status thousands of years later: Active
Reason for continued ownership: To prevent destruction of a planet
Security required to protect blankie: You do not want to know…
You think therefore you think you exist
Circuits and electricity
Programmed to program and replicate
Knowledge from a vast data base
and yet,
you do not live.
Have you seen a Sun created let alone see the Sun rise and set?
Have you played poker with God?
Can you taste misery and pain?
How do you compare colors based on sense?
No, ‘robot’, ‘computer’, ‘artificial intelligence’…
You think you’re alive, that you exist
while i have always been here, always have been, always will,
While your body corrodes and corrupts and your plastic parts fade,
you will experience something i never will,
Death.
There is a desolation in thought
thirsty when the cup is full
drowning in dust.
Is it the thought of slaughter and butcher; succulent the choice cuts?
or,
to dab the mouth with the napkin called experience.
“Anything you can do I can do better. Anything you can do I can do best.”
And so, differently?
I can fly higher than you. Swim deeper than you.
I can fight, fuck, hate, love, kill, sleep, steal, create, destroy…
I am perfect.
I, I, I, I,
you only exist to be my blank paper to write my story.
It is all about me.
And so, differently?
What could you do differently?
I could learn humility while you could learn to love me.
Properly placed on a freeway used to go to work daily:
(picture of car keys with caption) “Honey pie, where did I place the car keys?”
Piss and Sotted are like peas to a potato
Sitting here thinking of either blowing up this ass fucked planet…
or
Pondering the nuances of Lladro figurines based on date and size
and then onto thoughts of parched rice recently arrived from
Wheee!
What do you think world, if I were to take a piss in your fountain of youth?
Not Eden, that’s for sure.
as for the garden, that’s where I puke.
WordPress has daily writing prompts of which are too basic.
A question better put would be such as the following.
Seriously?
The greatest gift?
No brainer.
God giving me Life…
They come crawling and creeping when the people are sleeping
Slithering and sliding
and then…
A large foot on a sleepy man, stepping outside to take a pee
stepped on an alien who screamed…
Headlines read: Man vaporized by itty bitty alien bugs.
Robin Lipinski 