27-year-old man plans to sue his parents for having him without his consent: ‘They had me for their joy and their pleasure’
Sometimes the news is made just to garner a readers attention. The above headline is a perfect example
A weird man in India is suing his parents for ‘having’ him without his consent.
Not much to write about as it is all self-explanatory.
However, maybe one day the news from India will be… 28-year-old man who unsuccessfully sued his parents for having him without his consent, was trampled to death by a herd a elephants high on skittle candy.
Indians. A common word used in North America and South America. Common too, indigenous. Hard to separate who is who.
Not in the reality though…
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It was a large venue. New buildings built to awe. A grand opening. A festival. Thousands of people came to see the show as indigenous folks from around the world displayed their culture.
People smiled. They admired. Walking through and above marbled walls and floor.
One object of white compressed paper hung from the wall. Each line clear and definitive. The artist smiled in pride.
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Time of renewal. Time of budding strength. With this Time, there arrives a settlement.
Holes balanced; staggered to thread those natives with clarity of holding judgement. One contained the dead, the next one lifted themselves from the hole. Death. Life. Death. A perfect dance of weaving fabric. For a path was filled.
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Taken now to the depths of society. Teetering again where it welcomes instability. Pipes spewing more and more in vibrant colors.
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Holding up and lifting a veil where the winds trail, spilling grains of sand
Feet follow not, nor can they
Winding around a tree with bark so thick, it swallows oceans, clouds, ideas, worlds…
In this, a hand waves
Mountains in return, smile
Below a nucilie sportagiaol
i can hear now, the waters borne
taste the death of
feel the muse
and be at peace.
We live in a world where there is instant access to gratification. Take Pandora for example. Pandora is just one of the many music websites where a listener can choose what to listen to.
Since we live in a money orientated world all it takes for a person to have ‘commercial free’ broadcasting on Pandora, and also to utilize other ‘time saving’ options, just pay a monthly fee.
Yes, this world today is one of instant, instant, instant. Don’t like whats being played? Push ‘forward’. Like what’s being played? Push ‘replay’. Heck, you can even combine songs and listen to them as they are mixed together.
It would be an interesting study to see how many ‘young’ people still listen to the radio. Do you? Are you one of those ‘instant’ pleasure takers? Change the channel? Maybe you go through sex partners faster than a rock falls of a cliff onto your head?
Instant satisfaction. Instant soup. Microwave popcorn. Fast. Faster. Fastest. I say, “Fuck it all.” And in the translation of “Fuck it all.” I mean, slow the fuck down.
Everyone is in such a hurry. They all think in terms of seconds or minutes. Some think in terms of years. I think of centuries.
Everything worthy of historical significance can only come about after thousands of years pass a set point in an albeit arbitrary consciousness. Look at the Neanderthals. A great bunch that was needed so the homo sapiens got a shot at the clock.
Roman empire. Chinese dynasties. Aztecs. Egyptians. Now that is a perfect example of slowing it all down. Today… damn, what a bunch of hyped up idiots.
You see, it’s not just about satisfaction and happiness. In nature there usually is more pain and failure than satisfaction and happiness. Just ask any mouse that is currently dangling from the claws of a hawk, a hawk who just scored a meal and will soon be hit by a car filled with some idiots listening to something gratifying for a second until they become bored and switch to something else, else, else, else, else…
One good thing I love about the radio is that you have to listen to what they play. Some songs might make me happy and tap my feet and others make me want to turn off the radio except then I’d miss the next good song.
Also, listening to the radio makes you listen to commercials, news, all the stuff that either grates the mind or pleases it. The radio is actually a great representation of past civilizations… Some is good, some is bad, but all is needed.
This is why today was good. The Sun shined, the Moon shined, the temperature was perfect, the sky clear, the work pleasing, the conversation excellent, and I listened to the radio.
No one can ‘own’ anything. Well, one does own what actions they perform…
That’s about all a person can own. They can only own what they do and that is really all.
A car, house, diamond, land… all just an illusion of agreement made with others of like mind.
The saying, “You can’t take it with you…” after you ‘die’ is so very true.
I like the saying, “Own up to it.” A nice, short way of explaining what is so very true. Humanity owns nothing but its actions. This is good. Sadly though, people will continue to fight over what cannot be truly owned. Land, minerals, territory, water, even other planets…
Narcissism. Ego. Victim. Important. Alive… Words of describing so many to include, myself.
Now, it is all well-and-good to be able to discern between humility and pride, or narcissism and secluded shyness. These are labels and as such used to help describe the human condition.
Have you ever asked yourself who you are? If you have, were you happy with your answers?
Many people care what others think of them, many people care less. That’s what I enjoy about humanity; vast oceans of emotional identities and thoughts.
Some people love to wear red hats. Some love sex. Some hate raisins. And endless menu of identity and choice. So who are you? Tell me about yourself. I ask this because there is a constant input of data coming this direction always, and always has.
Confused? Good.
Let me tell you a bit about myself. To a doctor of the mind I’m crazy, or in kinder words, delusional. Oh yes, there are many ways for the medical profession to describe such as myself, and that’s just the medical profession. Throw in the religious, business, you, and just about everything else in this world, and you’d have descriptions matching boring to bat shit crazy.
This is a three dimensional description using the tools of your world to describe. A picture would be better but that bores me at the moment, but not, and now. This is, it is, me…
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as it really is
from every direction comes the flow, the river of time carrying life on the line
holding in the palm a plan a story a way of being with little room for personal choice
such a flood of feelings, of sounds, of sights seen and unseen
a gift? No, not really
a gift? Yes, absolutely
1+1=4
4+4=8
8+4=12 a;; all ;ll ;l; are correct leaving 5 in its wake.
boring? definitely not. exciting? definitely yes. real? the bird rests upon a branch barren of leaves. In the bird’s beak there rests a ribbon made of thin gold alive and pulsing with blood of thousands of worlds… worlds destroyed, spared, and those given rest.
a torso now, as that is what one currently feels as they sit riding on a bus, and there, she thinks about why such a cruel world would kill her cousin… thousands, millions, billions, trillions of streams of data bearing down; crushing weight.
who (passing ten billion years with just a blink of one eye leaving the other to be born)
am (opened the mind for just micro-seconds and wearied in reply)
i? (ideum ) no… Osmium.
The answer is, no one can understand or stand or sit or be as in the world of monsters, there really (is) nothing else like me.
and so, such a way to create a bit of breathing room. a hollow and empty room filled with intense hot white light, and taking the pleasure of brief.
there comes now, many rooms with many open doors. so many the voices will almost overwhelm… it was nice to have the time to breathe, waiting now for this world, the world of Earth… to..
Robin Lipinski 