Robin Lipinski

(we are devo)

Are we not men? A way to say human and not the male gender. Mankind. Humanity. A species now currently caught up in gender identity and identity in the Universe. Such trivial shit when so many much more important things exist.

Guessing I’m a misanthrope as all I see is the bad side of mankind and then, at the same time, just like in the last entry, I get a little hope seeing how mankind can be.

Today, the experiment continued. Eating at a local place that serves an all-you-can eat pizza, it was amusing.

Entering the place at 2:00 pm I noticed the buffet time was from 11:00 am until 2:00 pm. Gratefully the nice lady worker said there was plenty of pizza so we could partake of the special price.

Now, being a monster such as what i am, I get to feel/see/hear/smell/and other things that would only bore you, that others cannot even imagine. So, I felt the minds of the other two people sitting there. One was a woman and the other, her husband. I could feel the anger and hate coming from them. Why? That was for them to decide and not me.

As we paid for the meal and went to get some drinks out of the newfangled computer buttoned soda dispenser, the man stood and went to where the pizza was in a small clear container. He loaded up his plate with about eight pieces, leaving only a few slices.

I laughed inside as it only confirmed what I’ve known for a very, very, very long time.

Sitting there, I enjoyed getting off work early. I enjoyed watching the rain storm outside. And, I enjoyed the few pieces of pizza the man left for ‘me’ along with a wonderful salad bar.

After a few minutes, the man and woman stood up and left. And with their departure, the air cleared in the room as they took their evil thoughts with them. Now, what really made me laugh is the man left most of the pieces of pizza uneaten on his plate.

For me, I only believe in the goodness of God and the one God sent to this planet, (God) Jesus. Jesus died for the human species in what can only be considered love. In my mind, I consider this foolish, but then again, i am a monster so that is natural.

It is only because of God that I will never destroy this world as so many other worlds have been destroyed, and so many more will continue.

As to the man expressing such a piggish attitude and waste, i do not hate or despise him as I am not allowed too. No, I feel sorry for such a man as he and she are no different than those billions of men and women that have ever existed since humans were gifted with a soul.

It truly is refreshing though, to see small, random acts of kindness. In the eyes of those doing such acts i see God and hear God’s music in the wind.

One of the benefits of my job is that I get to meet a lot of interesting people. Some people are definitely more interesting than most, and thus a blessing in this experiment called, life.

Today, I excavated for one of my favorite customers, Bob. Now Bob is great. He moved here from Hawaii and brought his taxi cab with him. Currently the cab is in the shop getting fixed but Bob can’t drive it right now anyway as he broke his hip a few weeks ago and the doc’s gave him a new hip. So Bob is trying to recover.

While working building him a great waterfall out of some really cool rocks I stopped to talk with Orvell, a man I have written stories about earlier. Orvell owns a rock pit and a few years ago got sucked up into his crusher where the the machine ripped off his arm. The doc’s gave him a 2% chance of survival. Years later, he runs around like nothing happened and works harder than ‘healthy’ men half his age.

Now, so far you have been introduced to two normal people. Bob, with a new hip and taxi who’s hobby is to study various Bible’s for hidden codes. And, Orvell, who proudly drives an old Mack dump truck with one hand as his other arm is just a stub.

Kind of a boring story for some, but it got interesting. Up drives a man who’s name already slipped out of my head as I’m horrible with names. But, his name is not important.

This man is 73 years old, drives a piece of shit white Toyota and just got out of the hospital after the doc’s completely removed his tongue. Maybe it sounds boring as cancer nowadays has a way of becoming mundane and boring.

But, this man had his whole tongue removed and REPLACED with a strip of muscle taken from his inner thigh…

Now THAT is cool! 73. Tough grizzled face much more tough than the modern day pussy boys trying to hide behind safe places and kitten video’s.

Orvell said the man could not talk yet and would not be able to for weeks. I thought, ‘horseshit’ so I asked him how it felt to now have a tongue coming from near his ass, or in other words, how would it feel now speaking out of his ass!

He almost blew snot out of that tough old face and his eyes danced. With his mouth open and drool rolling out, I understood perfectly… “It feels good!”

So, what is the meaning of tonight’s bit of writing? Not a damn thing of importance to most people as most people are too caught up in texting and deciding what gender they are. For me, today was excellent and I’m so glad to see the grit and tenacity some people still possess.

Imagine getting your arm ripped off by a machine, putting up with years of trying to stay alive, and driving a Mack truck (not easy) with one hand. Let alone, having your entire tongue cut out and replaced with a thigh muscle.

Maybe there is hope for humanity? A small hope true, but after meeting the three old men today, it made me smile.

Every man and woman (yes, there are such simple realities). Each and every man and woman are born with a universe in their minds. A brain being the the television; portal to a reality that really does exist.

What happens when people gather and mix? A world of so many possibilities with so many outcomes until it all becomes history.

Of course, history always seems to repeat itself whether remembered or forgot. It repeats because each man and woman tunes into reality as if discovered for the first time.

Some people believe in love, hope, God. Some people believe in only themselves. Some people pee on themselves and drool while playing with their own shit. So many wonderful worlds colliding into each other.

Mass murder. Death. Birth. Hate. Love. War. Peace. Different channels for every man and woman’s mind to choose and tune into.

Mental illness… A medical condition whereas the body is altered from chemical poisoning, DNA mutations, environmental conditions? But does that change the reality of the mind?

Scientists try to unlock the ‘secrets’ of the brain much like a television repair man used to look inside a television and change out the burnt tubes and today, a television repair man or woman, cannot fix today’s television. They can only plug/unplug/replace. For an everyday television, it is a choice between working (life) or not working (death)

New televisions are made every day. New men and women are born everyday. Televisions change. The minds of humans are exactly as they were and have been for time going back to when the concept of time started.

Interesting. The technology of mankind ‘seems’ to be changing and evolving. The physical traits of humanity are changing and evolving also… But the mind? The world of reality? Is it changing also?

Some people of various ideology say, “No.” Some say, “Yes.”

For the human species though, the correct answer is, “Yes,” for some individuals, and, “No,” for the rest of the herd. And thus the problem and answer.

Worlds are born every day and worlds die everyday and thus, in the end, history repeats itself.

This shell enjoys watching the world of man. It is amazed at how some worlds combine and make beautiful music, such as a symphony. Or the individual world blessed with the ability to see and make beautiful art.

This shell also is amazed as how the art of war is practiced. Sometimes raw and instant. Other time’s; subtle and with hidden meanings of ‘peaceful’ intentions.

It does not matter really as today will be replaced with tomorrow. There will be wars and rumors of war. Some men and woman will try and make this world of soil and nature, a better one. Some men and woman will try and destroy this world of soil and nature.

And one day, far, far, faaaaaar, into the future, history will change course. It will not repeat itself. It will be wonderful. So very wonderful.  i know this to be true as my world is of that world, and definitely not this world of men and woman still peering into the reality they have been born with.

Simple title to represent what so many Americans love… a day off!

Most working class folks get Saturday and Sunday off. Some get other days off, depending upon schedule. Some people never work and get every day off with just enough effort needed to expend the energy to go cash a government welfare check.

I work seven days a week so when getting a day off once in a while it’s like winning the lottery.

Tomorrow I get a day off. So, how to celebrate?

1. Try and sleep in (impossible)

2. Eat breakfast (normal)

3. Not work ( impossible)

4. Relax (impossible)

So, what is the difference between working and a day off?

Not a fucking thing.

Damn, it’s great to be an American worker!

I love the right to free speech. To me it does not matter if that means being able to say, ‘fuck you’ or ‘peace’. Amazing though that either phrase can and will bring anger to some.

Recently a tenured college prof exercised her right to free speech and spoke ill of a Presidents dead wife. Her right indeed. Classy? Tasteless? Who cares as she has every right to say what she wants.

However, with what she says and her rights, so too, others who have the right to exercise their right.

Do I enjoy people who say she is a fat, fucking pig of a woman? Nope. I do not. Nor do I enjoy what she said about Bush.

Amazing how even with the freedom of speech we have here in America, so many only want that freedom for themselves. So, I suppose it all boils down to immaturity and playground bullies.

Republicans ridicule Democrats and Democrats ridicule Republicans. A huge comedy I suppose.

What all the expressions being put forth in this world today, it just proves how truly ignorant the human species is. And it is amazing that the species can make bio diesel out of algae but get so angry they kick a man out of a bar for wearing a, ‘make america great again’, hat…

Name calling. Hate. Slander. Lies. All just a picture of the current state of this world. But, thankfully we still have free speech to allow all to participate, witness, and maybe change the world for the better… though, I highly doubt it. So, I say with a full hearty bellow, ‘FUCK  it all and let it all burn to the ground!’

There, I feel better exercising my freedom of speech.

Two things on my mind lately. Spain and Ted Nugent.

Spain is a country, Ted Nugent is a rock star who hunts with a bow and arrow.

Funny how the mind works, and dream… Always the dream.

***

She was brown. Skin like a well tanned beach goer only natural even in the shade. Her name was not important. Her age was not important. Nothing really important about her other than her uncanny manners resembling a cat.

Laying naked upon his chest she was barely  considered to be heavy. Her body was very thin, her breasts very small, and she could have very well been considered a cat as her chest slowing moved up and down as her slumber reminded the man of a purr.

The two had recently been engaged in an activity. It could have been a discussion about politics or it could have been a passionate bout of lovemaking. That too, was not important.

What is important in life? What an interesting question.

Some say God. Some say family. Some say work. Some say sex. Some say… whatever it is that some say. For her and him, it was the moment where she slept and he dreamed.

His dreams varied and changed as the moments and times changed. At this moment, a beautiful naked woman from Spain lay upon his chest much like a cat.

Her skin was covered in small, fine hairs. Her hair on the head was long and soft. So very, very soft.

The man reached his right hand up and caressed the hair and it made him smile.

Certain things are important to many people in many forms and ways. For this couple, this moment was important. A moment where nothing else in the world existed.

If one hears the derogatory word, nigger, spoken in anger by a person with white skin, the outrage is instant. The word, nigger, is a power word of control for those who control who or what can utter such a word.

If one sees and hears a speech from David Hogg, and then see how he raises his clenched fist into the air… All while ranting about guns… the first thought I had was of Nazi propaganda before and during WWII. The second thought concerned communist China and Russia.

Guns. Hammers. Knifes. Poison. Car. Baseball bat… Which of these words offend you the most? None? All? Or maybe the first four because of the harm they can do to life?

Here is the real truth about the hot topic: Gun Control. The two words are not meant to be used together. People afraid of and/or against gun ownership really want to say, Gun Ban, Gun Elimination. And what they really want is what the majority of humans want… Control.

Every person alive controls to some degree, their environment around them. Even prisoners behind bars control their environment.

The real truth is: Humans crave, covet,desire, need, act upon, the word c-o-n-t-r-o-l.

If it were not guns it would be something else. Look at gluten? Look at cigarettes? Look at anything to include morality, social conditioning, politics… Every person/group posturing for the position of power.

It is so apparent in the viewing of David Hogg and his words followed by the support of the crowds who want to jump onto the bandwagon of power… It is not gun control he craves, no, far from it, it is the power of attention he is now in the midst of.

Watching those funny looking English politicians in England as they shout, shove, and move about in the House of Commons, seems like chaos. Actually a very civilized way to govern. They are doing what they want to express.

Also funny are those people throughout history that stand atop a box and shout their opinions and beliefs to one and all, yet refuse to let others have that same stance. Well, mostly. Some periods of time allowed such.

Of course, depending on who or what was in power, speaking opinions and beliefs could get you arrested or killed.

Today, via the aid of technology, everyone has the chance to stand on a box and bloviate  on any topic that exists. Politics. Science. Fantasy. Fiction.

Just look at the news websites for example. Read any article and you will see it followed by posters responding about the article (or how to get rich in some computer scam). A ‘free-for-all’.

Interesting to note that for all the freedom the modern technology provides for, ‘freedom of expression’ there are those who will use the freedom to stifle other peoples expression.

A few days ago a blog site slandered and lied about me in an article. They wrote how I sprayed weed chemical intentionally into a child’s and dogs eye, all the while smiling about it. They went on to say other lies and so I responded in the box they provided to leave replies.

Now, they wrote another one today and this time when trying to reply I found out they had made the website deny me. I laughed. This was a perfect example of how people want to use the power/freedom of expression to get their point of ‘whatever’ out…yet deny any opposing opinion.

I could really care less as that is what insecure people, bullies, and especially liars, do. They hide and cower behind the protection of society. Today, those same people who bully try to cling to the mantle of being a ‘victim’.

Sad and funny. But, it seems to be getting worse. Facebook, a corporation with huge influence allows and panders to groups it ‘deems’ acceptable (to their way of thinking) yet quell, squash, or outright ban, those groups they do not agree with. Today in the news, Facebook stock sunk 7% because they banned a group that ‘helped’ Trump in the election. Ha! How childish it all is.

Thumb-sucking little crybabies. Safe places. Safe words. Security blankets… and yet, freedom to tear down and burn a flag. Sue bakeries that don’t bake cakes based on religious choices.

I prefer when everyone is allowed to speak and yet know that human nature is not really good at responsibility and thus inevitably, war always breaks out…

Spring forward, Fall back… A saying to help remember the folly of trying to alter time.

Tomorrow morning at this time it will be an hour forward. 0730 becomes 0830. People who forgot to change their clocks tonight will sleep blissfully through whatever time the clock shows, and others will be late for church or work or whatever they hold dear.

China is a vast area of territory spanning many lines of longitude and yet they have only one time.

The United States spans many lines of longitude and have many different readings of time. And if you look at the time-lines on a map, some time is dictated by state lines, rivers, railroad tracks… whatever whimsical fancy those in charge of time deemed to be appropriate.

As to the daylight savings time, some states do not participate, most do, and most people asked wonder why the heck it still exists.

Funny though, if you ask people, why does daylights savings exist? You’ll hear the standard, “I don’t know,” to so many other answers with the one answer dealing about farming and energy savings rising to the top.

The real answer though, as to why daylights savings time is practiced is because that is what people do. They follow and complain. They change and tweak. They are discontent in so much they seek to make their respective lives even more complex and miserable.

People are strange. One ‘minute’ trying to find and cling to happiness, while using the other ‘minute’ to make a huge mess out of their lives.

Maybe for such a primitive species it would be best if humans just lived with time and not try to change it? Appointments made and broken. Birth. Death. For humans, time is an equalizer. A mechanism fitting and comfortable/uncomfortable for a species trying to find itself.

Now, as for other species, time has no sway or influence. A billion years, a trillion years, a second… Meaningless.

For me, time is an amusement. A passing fancy. A story in a book. A book. It can be read over and over and over. It can be stopped or increased to a speed where countless universes flower, prosper and fade… all in a snap of the fingers.

Time can be reviewed, lived over, and changed. For people like Hawkings, his attempts are noble but his entrapment by his own mind has made him a slave to time, and once a slave to time it becomes almost impossible to break those chains.

So, tonight, change your clocks. Perform your daily time related rituals. And as your seconds, minutes, weeks, months, years, pass and fade. You will at least be able to say you served your time.

Squandered bits of mind; scattered with a blink

of the eye

This the month of rising sap, rising Sun, rising

eyes

Wasted will wants what?

such beautiful

eyes

Eye to see; yeeey yi yi ee

From lost Winter comes an eye

for Spring.

(Inspired by the beauty of a butterfly in a meadow full of…)