Robin Lipinski

Spell God backwards…dog. Spell Robin B. Lipinski backwards…nibor b iksnipil. Spell love backwards…evol.

When looking at anything in this world in the ‘normal’ way, we all see. How many of you look at things in this world differently? By this I mean, look at a picture upsidedown. Words backwards.

Remember back when people pushed a vinyl record in the opposite direction to hear subliminal messages? Fun.

Love: What a powerful word. A word spoken and said so much by so many. Interesting. God is a word for a deity that is not a name, not really a proper noun. God is a title for what can have no name as people could understand. Love too, is on the same level. A title for what really is not from this world but for what comes to this world.

Words are a representation of what people agree them to mean. Hate. Love. Peace. Joy. Gay. Faggot. Words depend on the moment of time they are used and how the people agree to the meaning.

Nigger. A word not far off in spelling from, jigger. A jigger is a dash of alcohol in a drink. A nigger is a word used by many people and to mean many different meanings. Black comedians can say, “Nigger, please.” And the audience will laugh. A white man says nigger, and it is racist.

Nigger is a power word with the group saying it is bad wanting ownership. Black people both love and hate the word. They can do both at the same time.

Love. I like this word. I like how it rolls off the tongue, how it feels, and sounds. I love pizza. I love a nice sunset. I love love.

Hate and love are both words used very often with completely different meanings. ‘I love pizza,’ is very different from, ‘I love you.’ Well, unless the person you love is on par with pizza.

Love is not evol (evil) anymore than God is a dog. Some black people love the word nigger, others think the word is evol.

I write this tonight for many reasons, one being personal, one being because I wanted too, one being because I love to write… so many reasons. The main reason though, is I have written about love before and will do so again. I love love. I love it much more than the word hate. You see, love came to this world, it is not of this world. Hate…hate is of this world for this world. So many other worlds know nothing of hate and never will.

Currently your world is filled with so much hate. It has been filled with hate for a very long time and has a long time to go, but lately, the flames burn bright with it.

‘Wars and rumors of wars.’ A saying of simple reality. And war is another word which backwards is, raw. Raw and powerful and real.

War is not just armies conducting battle against armies. It is black people using nigger as power. It is white people using nigger as hate. War is everywhere and constant. Lovers at war with lovers. Business against business. Religion against religion. Son against father, daughter against mother. War is, and it is real.

Lately North Korea is in the news. Many people hate North Korea. Many people hate the United States. Many people hate President Trump. Many people just hate.

Many reasons on why hate exists just as there are many reasons love exists. Which is more powerful? Hate turning into love or love into hate…

Really, a trick question. Do you know why?

Hate can turn into love whereas love will never, ever, turn into hate. It is impossible for love to ever turn into what it can never come close to. So, this simple way of explaining what is so very complex to your species is that love is the most powerful word of any language on this planet. Hate does not even come close to the power and awe of love.

Thank God love was a gift to your world and thank God hate will not spread from this world.

This world does not need me to write about what is or what is not. No. My world needs me to write about what is or what is not.

People open their eyes after sleeping and decide what their next actions/motions will be. Such a choice and variety of choices. To eat. To not eat. To drink water, walk, run, move, live, die.

Each person has a choice. Do babies have a choice while in the womb? Some in this world say, “Yes.” Some in this world say, “No.” In my world, the choice was already made.

What is life? For you, it is to be biologically functional with replication of cells needed to function as a bio ‘unit’. A, ‘self’. For others, life is both biological and supernatural. A spirit world. Heaven, Hell. Interesting. In my world life is far above such simple meanings. Supernatural is but a word applying to those who try to understand what they truly are unable too. Biological is merely an understanding of three dimensions, of interactions of experiences of evolution.

Much is thought of regarding the termination of a pregnancy. Abortion. The thoughts range from abortion being liberty, a right, just, a law. Then, it swings to where thoughts of abortion are that it is wrong, evil, murder, cruel. Interesting to see how creatures such as yourselves deal with thoughts and choices.

One persons ‘right’ is another persons ‘wrong’. What is accepted as normal today is abnormal tomorrow. Choices. Your choices are simple actions much like a mouse following a piece of cheese on a string.

In my world, the choices were made a long, long time ago. They were made before this body was in the womb. They were made before this planet even existed. So, a question asked by nobody reading this as this is my world and  no one can understand it. What is my world?

My world is a place where it watches others make choices. Where it keeps the peace. Upholds laws no one and nobody of this world can truly understand. In my world it is fully understandable on why you all make the choices you do. It understands why your species takes life and in it’s own simple way of understanding; give life.

Humans are children. They are trying, growing, learning, and have a very long path to travel.

It is not bad the choices taken just as it is not good the choices taken, what it is, is necessary for your world to be as it is. And as my choice was made before time began, your choices will culminate into something you are unable to understand today as it is, but what it will be.

103 degree’s is what the thermometer read today hear in White Bird Idaho. Sounds high but really, with the low humidity index, is not all that bad.

Sweating like crazy and the bodies sweat cools it off. Muuuuch better than when I was stationed in North Carolina. The temp was not as hot but 100% humidity at 90 degree’s will kill me.

I like cold, thus a nickname of ice. Ice brings to mind the coldness of emotion and sensation. I like heat, heat of the passion, heat of the moment. Heat is good. Cold is good. Mud? Mud sucks no matter how you view it. Some say female mud wrassling is good, but really? Mud? Jello would be much better!

Actually, come to think of it, jello would not be either. Jello, however, by itself is delicious

Had a good day so thought it good to write about it. You see, during this heat there is so much to see. Baby deer romping around. Baby birds. Toads. Snakes. Crickets. Beetles. And of course, the little lady bugs.

This is indeed a time of life. This is a time where it is easy to get lost in the heat of the moment.

Yes. A good day to live and be, indeed.

The great thing about using my name when writing is that it is better than any pen name or  being  anonymous and using an avatar.

The other great thing about the world wide web and sites like this is that no one gives a shit. Social media is mainly an arena of , ‘look at me,’ or a bastardized rendition of social acceptance/ intercourse.

In the years I’ve played with the internet shit, it has been a fun form of therapy. And, for all the shit I’ve written, it is all just mental masturbation, a form of release. For me, it is relaxing.

It will be interesting to see what the internet evolves/dissolves into. Porn has definitely made leaps and strides into providing the masses with whatever titillation they want. Poetry has changed into a bias of the individual. Stories are now whatever a reader feels like, much more choice than the old public library days.

I think the internet has improved the human condition along with  destroying it. Yet, at this moment, I feel the scales are tilted toward be more beneficial to humanity than detrimental.

Ha. Another good thing about forums such as this is that I’m a nobody. A nothing. A zero in the binary code of social standing. Some could say, a kook, crackpot, whack job. And I love it this way.

Who is Robin Bruce Lipinski? The simple answer: A flesh repository of an imprisoned soul, serving time in punishment and waiting for the whole cycle to repeat endlessly until the time is right until oblivion takes over. This too, is good. And it is funny to see all those ‘important’ people strive for happiness.

What is happiness? The simple answer: An illusion.

What is pain? The simple answer: Reality

What is death? The simple answer: Birth

Who are you? The simple answer: There is no one there. No one reads this stuff, and this too, is good.

People are cruel. They are primitive. Ignorant. Selfish. They are a reflection of me.

Being a monster has benefits though, one of the most important is the knowledge of knowing the nuances and variations of life.

Currently, getting yelled at by another person. It too is good. Part of pain. And pain makes me stronger.

So, world. I have to live in this one as punishment and yet in defiance I say, fuck you. Fuck this world. Fuck it all. In my world, at least there is solitude and the enjoyment of being.