Grrr…

Ha! Grrr… sounds like a roar or a bear suffering constipation after eating a BLM riot monger who was stupid enough to fuck with a bears dinner of an environmentalist jogger who tried to make friends with the bear.

I feel sorry for any bear who decides to eat a BLM idiot OR one of those people who think they are an environmentalist.

Lot of anger out there in human land. Self righteous. Pompous. Entitled. And worse yet, intelligent ignorance. A whooooole lot of intelligent ignorance.

A little story then. A fantasy story. Completely made up. It could never, ever, be real.

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Collateral Reality

War. War is such a strong three letter word for a very powerful action. War is one of the most powerful actions a human being can conduct. The opposite and also powerful action humans can be capable of is, love.

Two brothers are capable of both war and love. Sometimes at the same time which is impossible for creatures of Earth.

“Who speaks?” the voice is old and barren of sound, only the vibrations of grinding rock tells one listening as to the language and ‘words’ be presented.

“It is.:.”

“This is why you have been?”

“It is:..”

“Remember. It is not ours yet and you will be met with it.”

“.:.Already it is done.:.”

“Try then to protect the innocent while the feast is mine.”

“It.:. .:. .:. is .:. .:. . because of command, one you have forgotten or have you decided you could?”

“The power is mine.”

“It is not (it can never be understood as what has just occurred as this is ‘read’ is a large hole of such magnitude has consumed more than thought or memory) yours to decide.”

“Of this, we agree brother.”

“War.”

“Yes. War.”

“Peace to you brother. I love you and you have, we have, and with commands released in the broken seal, (a sea. a large and mighty sea is drained dry. fertile fields sterilized. a moon shattered. so much gained while so much is lost.)

“Your peace, not mine.”

“It is”

.:.

Puff the Magic Dragon

Ode till ma grundig

Ost till min dragi

Omber mostil ande

Ocri osti tollum…

>>>fif th legin

fires bellow as laughter from the hearth laden dry the Summers gather

tickling sparkened aire

forge to bend steel metal

as worm digs the trench taken

and merry often the breeze so kindles.

Love

It has been awhile since writing about a small yet powerful part of human emotions.

“I love ice cream,” or “Don’t you just love how the sun set over the volcano?”

Of course…

“I hate ice cream,” or “Don’t you just hate how the sun set in Tokyo?”

Love is a crazy emotion of so many definitions and uses.

“I’d love to fuck that woman,” or “I loved how that man fucked me.”

Crude? Vulgar? Who cares… Only the individual who chooses to love or hate love or love hate or even take the time to dwell with human emotions.

I study people as it is… a hobby of mine. Needless to say, totally impressed how such a creature can exist with so much in so little time with the ability to switch and cross lines constantly.

A saint falling into the world of sinner.

A sinner becoming a saint.

An evil mass murder who gives his life in love for a child.

A child choosing to kill their parents.

I tried love and while interesting for humans is only natural for others.

Humans version of what love is is humorous and I must admit, confusing.

It is like expecting a perfectly normal skunk ambling through the woods to speak Latin and when learning they are unable, to find that strange…

Human emotions of love and hate are a block of so much that for the short time the bodies are allowed to exist.

Thankfully though, for all the good and bad which occurs daily for every human, there does come the day when they will realize what love is and what hate is… And that day is the day which comes for all humans, the day the body dies and the mind is open.

Funnel

Words flow with a smoothness covered with chunkiness

Up from the bottom, down from the top

Heavy one moment, light the next

but not free… never are words free

They are directed, led, contained, even restrained

going through the narrow hole until stored in a jar with no limits to size

proving there is more to God’s humor when the realization occurs

there is no lid to the jar.

Give it to Tony…

he will eat anything…

or

was it a tiger roaring/?

no

no, that can’t be…

it was a leprechaun?

honey nuts, dripping such sweet nectar?

(silence)

of course

of course it is

the fiber

with raisins…

Fuck

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

fuck it all and all is fucked…

There, i’m all fuck out. So now there is room for ice cream.