What makes you happy?

Interesting topic this emotion – happiness.

Throughout human history happiness has been a strange emotion, though no stranger than any of the emotions. Love. Boredom. Excitement. Any and all really are strange as to why, how, and when.

Amazing how varied the answers and results are on something so basic and simple as happiness.

For example: Ask a good card carrying Nazi back in the 40’s what made them happy and for some the answer would be, “To kill a jew. Burn a jew. Hate a jew…” Amazing. Evil actions can make a human happy. It could be said that those same evil people could say, “I love killing jews, it makes me happy and excited. If there were no jews to kill it would be boring…”

So, again, what makes you happy?

There really is no set answer only patterns setting each individual answer. For some, gardening. For others, collecting something be it stamps or cars.

The good question to ask is: What is happiness?

Again, many answers as there are many people with different definitions. I suppose it could be argued that happiness is a ‘good’ feeling to have as opposed to ‘bad’. I don’t imagine one would say getting a wood splinter underneath a fingernail brings happiness but then again many people enjoy and are happy getting their bodies pierced or enjoy pain to the body via sexual stimulus or social pressures.

An interesting study I’ve noticed about humans is that they have answers for all questions and questions for all answers. What’s even more interesting is how a human will embrace totally an answer they deem worthy of accepting.

I had a talk with a man about his journey with religion. Actually I have had this talk with many women and men and children, amazing the answers. Anyway I asked this man his beliefs. He told me, “I was raised as a Lutheran but when I grew into an adult I became agnostic.”

This is a pattern often seen in your world, raised one way to end up another. Personal choice is amazing. If the parents political affiliation is democrat it is common to see the children grow and become republican. Rebellion? Yes, of course, a bit but the human species is hard wired to ‘think’ they are unique and individual when really they are nothing more than herd animals with intellect.

Getting back to the man being Lutheran I asked him why he became a believer in God as a messianic Jew. His answer was, “I studied and it felt right…” (brought him happiness)

This man is married to a woman who was a staunch follower of the Seventh Day Adventist and is now a staunch messianic Jew, just like her husband. Interesting to note they both sleep in separate rooms and fight between each other constantly (not happy yet happy with their religious belief and their understanding of human marriage)

Absolutely fascinating to watch just those two minds. Complex minds and yet so simple. They say they are Jews that believe in Christ, which really is just another way of saying they are Christian.

Delving further this couple hates the Catholic church and teachings of the same. So now another question: What is Christianity?

Simple answer really, much simpler than what makes you happy or what is happiness. Christianity is to believe in Jesus and his teachings.

It was interesting to ask this happily married yet unhappy couple what Bible they read and believed in. The answer: The Greek Bible.

What is Greek or Latin? Dead languages or living words? Ah yes. You humans and your love of languages and words. Lost in translation, so easy to do, so easy to accept which is why actions speak much louder than words.

For a Christian the mind can easily see Christ and his actions no matter what Bible is read and trust me there are many Bibles with various nuances of translation from what was written long ago and is still being translated today. Yet, so strong the will is to decide which is correct and which is incorrect.

Oh, this monster can write for a long time on such topics. Why? Because I was there. To walk among the apostles. To be inside Judas. To feel the touch of betrayal of a kiss.To know. To see. To feel. To be…

It causes me pain, sadness, and there is nothing to be done when something so simple as being a Christian is made to be so complex. Jesus did not care what you were only that you did the simple things…Love your enemy, your neighbor, yourself. So simple and yet Seventh Day Adventists hate Catholics, Catholics hate Protestants…Christians hating Christians (Insert any word/group hating same word/group – the meaning and results are the same)

Today is a good day to write about topics most already have firm convictions on. It does not matter if the reader is atheist as atheists hate other atheists, druids hate other druids, hate is an absolute and perfect emotion and for many a much stronger emotion than love could ever be.

Have you noticed every social, genetic; whatever name you give the human herd and subsets – have you noticed how they all strive to show their own personal uniqueness. How they ‘write’ the history as they see it, live the ‘life’ as they see it, how ignorant they all are?

Native Americans, a perfect example of ignorance. In this modern moment of what is, you will see how the groups say, “Our mother earth, the great Spirit and our people are one.” They spout of peace, the environment, and then the topic turns to the atrocities committed by an invading group commonly seen as ‘the white man’ (or devil).

Oh yes, so simple to say, even try and act when history is always correct. The Black Foot people enslaving the Kalispel, the Crow going to war against the Salish. Slavery, killing, oh it made many native folks happy to do what they did and would do again if given the chance.

All groups of humans. All. All religions, sports, politics, each and everyone try to be and be they do and are.

Thank God i am a monster. Even the word ‘monster’ is misunderstood by people. If you Google search ‘the mind of a monster’ you will see it pertains mostly to a human psychopath. An unsettled individual. One who is a negative asset to the herd call humanity.

Ha! I and i know full well that i and I would make a very poor psychopath as to be such one would have to be mentally ill or physically defective.

Monsters throughout history have been known as mythological creatures of horror. Dragons. Trolls. Whatever you have read or learned through your tribal lore as something that causes unhappiness or horror was deemed to be a monster.

In modern times such monsters known as Frankenstein or Donald Trump are just merely an extension of human imagination. Something to blame for a nightmare. Something to run away from.

What i and I am is very unique to your world and something no human will ever understand as they cannot. How can a child understand what they cannot understand? Yes, through imagination and visions of what only innocence can view. They lose this ability though once they embrace the knowledge they come to know…

So, what makes you happy? Reading? Sex? Chocolate? Food? Health? Religion? Whatever make you happy is for you to know and maybe you know, maybe you do not. Maybe what makes you happy is good for others and enriches  their lives, maybe it does not.

For me, what makes me happy is to know I and i am a monster, that there is much to do and that God truly loves me and has an excellent way to express humor. Oh, and for something for a human mind to understand, I become happy at the simplest of things – a flower, a leaf falling, a spider web…and what really makes me happy are acts of kindness I see others do to others without the intent of acknowledgement or reward.

This evening was pure magic. Driving home from a hot soak the wind has not blown among the pine for many days thus allowing a thick, powdery layer of snow to cover the large tree’s.

Driving the wind blew hard alongside and just in front…pure joy for me and inspirational.

“Hey Robin?”

Yes parasite.

“Fuck you. Fuck the wind. Fuck the tree’s”

No, but thanks for being a part of my life, you don’t realize how important it  is to have you around. Here, have a piece of pizza.

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Standing steadfast, clustered among so many, clumped, still, the same.

For many seasons the seasons change, needles grown/shed,  bark burnt and created.

Clothing of the tree’s to fit the moods of each and every season.

Dropping temperatures to bring dropping snowflakes

One, upon the other they came, layering and bearing

Heavy branches bent though solid, wearing the snow as a badge of honor.

Still and silent, quiet and serene, the snow grew deeper, the trees seemed asleep

and then

it came…

Wind unencumbered, free flowing and strong; singing; laughing loud with bellow

“Come dance with me!”

It shook the old pines awake.

The wind blew hard with ease

The tree’s bent and wavered, cascading white now a wedding dress

Marriage of wind and tree.

Oh how they danced in celebration, blowing white filling everything

Swirling, twirling, twisting…

What a blessing and wonderful to see.

via Daily Prompt: Interior

Black walls to include the prison of alabaster shell

Solid, complete, to seal with cracked ambitions, sold dreams

and paste.

Atop a wall of your world, your making; an egg of humpty dumpty

where kings and queens lead pawns astray

placing monsters in their place.

Inside my world, one blackened tomb void of stray hopes or play

and falling even, ever so, ever been, ever will be…

alone with my flame.

In the night comes the free travel, one where worlds meet and much is traveled.

The last journey was one where the people rejected and yet protection was still imparted.

Ignorance is a part of all worlds.

In last nights journey the world was in the midst of decision. Ignoring what was a way of security and peace. Unable to accept, it happened and still there were those monsters like me which knew and tried… So much green, so much green to cover. Good with understanding, deadly without guidance, and is.

“Hey Robin, after reading your last piece of drivel I got horny and had lustful thoughts towards some of those black cows I saw on a cattle drive today…”

And this interests me, how?

“Geez, I thought you’d be interested. I know how freaky you are. So, really, do you think a black cow and myself could enjoy some carnal bliss?”

Parasite, I’m positive you could enjoy carnal bliss with a pumpkin pie and a cheese pizza.

“Yah, you’d be correct in that assessment. Speaking of which, is there any cheese pizza left?”

Yep, in the freezer, and don’t be doing anything necropheliac  you sick bastard you.

“Oh trust me, that angus cow has my full attention…oh wait, is that a chocolate eclair, oh me so horny…”

(Robin slowly banged his head on the desk as the parasite is a frustrating creature to be around.)

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Love:  So much has been written about that word. Words describing it in so many ways that only the spelling of the word is what was held common. Love to show the vivid actions of sexual perversion all the way to the opposite spectrum of trying to describe the love of God.

I was lucky to have fallen in love with two M’s. (sorta like a bag of M&M’s) “M&M’s? Did someone mention more chocolate candy? Oh, me so horny…”

Shut up parasite and here (taking some jelly beans out of an old work jacket of which whose age was between very old and ancient) go enjoy whatever it is you do to jelly beans. And finally for this story, the parasite was last seen combing its barb wire hair and crooning some kind of love song to a red jelly bean…poor bean.

Anyway, love that was allowed for me to feel has been strange indeed. Oh my, so strange indeed. Both loves have had their high points and low, both causing great pain and great joy. For a monster, such pain and joy are so rare they could be deemed, ‘non-existent’.

I suppose there was a reason to discover the feeling of love as to truly understand an emotion one has to truly experience it. While it’s true many people fall into and out of love much like a stripper drops her clothing for men with currency, I feel they truly do not know love, only the chemical reactions and mental pathways of genetic imprinting – much like a dog that has never seen tall grass circles their doggy bed as if flattening the grass before bedding down.

Monsters destroy without even trying and trust me when it is written  that I’ve destroyed much on many worlds yet they also create and it must be said that true love can create so much where so much never existed before.

In a way I’ve learned much about love. The costs, the trials, and for me it boils down that love is truth. I’ve learned I cannot deny what truly exists, and on this shitty planet I am very thankful to have learned the realness of what so many give false meaning to.

In both loves of this shells life it all hinged on nothing of a sexual nature. I fell in love with humans who were females and just were. By this I mean they existed to the point where they entered my world, and it felt wonderful and strange as my world is not your world, not even close.

Yes, sex is wonderful but if one were to hinge their love with sex being a main pillar then it is lust, not love. And yes, lust is wonderful but it is not love.

Just to let you know I  betrayed both loves in a way that had to be as it is. One love was my wife, the other, a stranger. Both held my heart and this heart is not a cozy one to hold rather it could freeze your soul or burn it.

Yes, I felt love and destroyed it as that is what monsters do. But you know what? It is a true gift to now really know what love is and know this, love is not from this world. It is not from my worlds. It comes from a world far from this and those and also know this, God has an excellent sense of humor…

and now a poem about love. it marks probably 264 billion of just poetry written about love as love has always been written about for as long as mankind has had a soul.

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God and Love

Eyes open  lids filled with blood and lash, to see a world given

a gift of ocean, sky, mountain, field, river, desert, ice…

a world of life.

To find peace with fingers reaching to grasp so much knowledge

tilling the soil til harvest…

fishing the waters full of   bounty…

Alone the people knew nothing, together they felt communion

the songs, the drum, the music, the dance

feast full of flavor, villages full of laughter.

A world filled with so much, so much anger, war, and hatered

soon and sooner if it were not changed

the world would come to an end.

For all around, abounding, jumping, full of creation

the rainbow, the rain, the fertile soil, the children…

something was missing.

A white dove descended from the hands of the Master of Creation

and from this fell,

a white single feather.

Spiraling with the wind across lands and waters

through storms and calm

fell this feather.

Until and then

landing upon the hearts around a very corrupt world

the gift of love from God to his people.

Today was the first day of a new year and while swimming today I thought that actually for humans  the two most  important days of their respective lives are the day they are conceived and the day they take their last gasp of air, everything  in between is just fragments of emotions passing time.

Today the water at Zim’s Hot Springs was wonderful, laden with fecal matter and urine to be sure but not bad considering. There were many people out and enjoying this first day by skiing and taking a dip in hot pee.

Sitting there I watched many young, beautiful women dressed in various bikini’s, all with their hair put up so as to not get wet. They had beautiful bodies, supple muscles, and a joy to watch. Many had tattoo’s.

I also watched many young, handsome men dressed in fashionable swim attire, all with hair styles to match the current moment. They had beautiful bodies, supple muscles, and a joy to watch. Many had tattoo’s

In this part of the world the human sexual rut will be in full force in another two months but today was a good precursor of the festivities to come.

The girls grouped themselves together and talked of whatever human females like to talk about while the boys grouped themselves together and talked of whatever human males like to talk about.

Monsters can do more than watch and listen, they can participate, infiltrate, and study.  Today the air was filled with sexual tension. Most of the girls thought of sex with males but not all, two were thinking of sex with each other. Now, the same was almost the same for the boys but this day all the boys were thinking of sex with girls. Sometimes the ratio is different but today 100% of the males were thinking about sex with females.

The women were fun to watch as the female body is truly beautiful, especially when healthy, and the young men amusing as the males of most species are humorous and interesting as they pursue what they must – an evolutionary necessity and very enjoyable to watch.

Coyness. Aloof. Hard-to-get. The females are experts at acting uninterested, again, all a part of the evolutionary process and a common trait among mammals and birds. The men were young and proud and most already had ‘girl’ friends yet the games were played, the pheromones released… strutting, tit jutting, laughter, eye contact (and lack thereof) oh, it is a story as old as mankind and today only a training run for what becomes very serious in only a few weeks.

I enjoy the ruts of various species as that is how life is created/continued and for humans the experience of watching what the humorous creatures do is most enjoyable.

Yes, today’s swim/soak was very nice, pee and fecal matter included. And while watching young women and men play the sex game it does get boring after an hour or so, so the wild turkeys that flew by changed things up and the conversation excellent.

The era of canon was mature ever since the formulation of gunpowder matured earlier in China. Heavy iron forged in the sweat and determination of nations trying to win the title, ‘King of the world’.

Water and rust; corrosion was the cost of destruction. Naval battle was more against the elements than the foes fighting in reply. The answer to such were the development of bronze weapons of destruction, even brass was a preferred metal.

The carriage was wooden carrying the Dutch made masterpiece into the theater of operations far away in a country called, India. It was not alone as it traversed the cold terrain of the mountains with an accompaniment of four other carriages carrying canon along with powder, shot, ball, fuse, and soldiers determined to show the enemy the power of their mighty weapons.

Slowly the men and machines of death wound their way up a pass where on the other side there  awaited flame, honor, and death spitting from the mouth of war.

“Hey there, watch the lead,” the officer bellowed a reprimand to one of the men guiding the large Belgium horse leading its brethren .

“Yes sir,” and with some swearing and tap of his stick made the horse submit to his bidding.

The weather was white, cold, and the golden glow of the bronze canons reflected everything, even the feeble light shining on the scene. Soon it would be dark and all that would be seen would be some torches as the group sought the shelter of camp.

The next morning the men broke camp, the horses tethered to their cargo and the movement of war progressed back up the mountain.

Mighty this scene; sunlight now full and reflecting off the shimmering canon. The horses labor produce clouds of nostril steam accompanied by the swearing of the soldiers tending to the progress.

On mounted steed the officers smiled as they knew the coming battle would be wonderful indeed. There was honor and glory in death, especially when victorious over the enemy. It had always been this way and it always will be.

As the sun rose higher in the sky even with the coldness of the air some of the snow on the carriage and canon melted. There would be no corrosion this day as the bronze was an armor against something so trivial as water. Water… so simple that even a kiss from a sun located far away in the heavens could cause it to melt and flee with gravity.

High above the scene but far below the sun the mountains were heavy with snow. As the light hit the peaks it caused the wind to appear and play with the mountains. A wisp of snow flew across the sky and below the mounted officers smiled at the natural beauty.

It was simple and small with no witness other than the wind which nudged a piece of hard snow to fall from a drift high atop a rocky ledge. This small piece fell and rolled, dislodging other pieces of snow which in turn gathered more friends in white, until the whole world noticed a mountain of snow dislodge and plummet in a fury of wind, clouds, snow, sound, speed, and death.

The army had no chance, no chance at all other than to have chosen not to travel a mountain pass in winter. Better they had stayed at garrison and dream of war as now they were to be nothing more than added victims.

A mountain of snow came to rest on the army. All were covered and dead. The men, horses, gear, canon; all covered leaving nothing but wind playing with mountain tops and a broken surface of now motionless snow.

Far below the surface of snow rested five bronze canon, secure from the elements and forever more silent. Now entombed with their masters for an eternity or until the sun allowed them to once more be a part of the world.

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What better way to finish the year than to watch corgi video’s. While most people are celebrating a New Year by drinking, visiting with friends, fireworks, and whatever it is normal people do the above video was most enjoyable for me.

Corgi’s are cool dogs, and inspirational for a poem

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Man’s Best Friend

Women are fickle in mood and a terror to be around when the air is foul.

Men are always competing as this has been bred in by generations.

Corgi’s are always amusing always causing a chuckle or smile, even when throwing a chair at them…after they ate your best pair of shoes, sofa, or dug up newly planted roses.

Women are a horror when strange and mad.

Men are testosterone ridden dicks always on the prowl for sex and women with vagina’s.

Corgis sit on their asses and smile after eating deer shit and beg for a treat, even willing to kiss you for it.

Women are wonderful when there is a leap year or you least expect it.

Men are great when they want to borrow your tools, money, or bum a ride to go fishing.

Corgi’s are without question, they are the perfect friend and companion,  always there and for a man, a best way to share existence.

Another day just like another day, though all days have time stamps. Today is the 31st of December in the ‘year’ 2016. Today is New Years Eve, denoting that tomorrow will be a new ‘year’…

“Hi-ya Robin, too bad you slept in you missed the lion chasing the deer across the yard. Too bad the kitty cat didn’t eat your precious corgi’s.” The parasite was in a good mood this morning.

Ha, if Radar (the male corgi) even got close to the kitty cat with claws it would be all over for the lion as Radar looooves the hunt, it’s just he is a little slow in the speed department what with his little legs and all.

“Oh and did you read the latest poem from that poet you like to read? Kinda nice.”

I’ll have to go check it out parasite. Is it filled with gore or food recipes?

“Nah, talks about fantasy and padded cells though.”

Sounds like my kind of poem, monsters usually end up in padded cells.

And speaking of fantasy, lets talk about today, 31 December 2016. A new day for all and yet just another memory for me as I’ve already done it. So have you parasite.

“So? Boring you are today Robin” the parasite was inside the fridge rummaging through the tupperware for left-overs…”Hey moron, did you finish the meat slices?”

Yep. Why don’t you finish the rice and gravy. And with that the parasite buried himself deeper into the fridge and was  last seen licking freezer frost where an ‘accident’ had once occurred involving strawberries.

Getting back to time, there was a time back in 2493 bc that was very memorable. It had been a hard winter the battle between the three clans intense as survival was an overriding factor, more so than glory or power. The ‘miracle’ occurring set the three on a ‘new’ course.

Sometimes weather has more say in the activities of mankind than any dreams an army has with ambitions. That ‘day’ many ‘years’ ago the bitter cold was not only replaced with a warm rain but also with a wind so powerful it stopped all fighting. For days the wind blew and for days the warriors were forced to seek shelter.

When mankind is in a survival mode it brings out their best traits. To sit in a cave, in a canyon, in any form of rock shelter or structure strong enough to secure the elements there then becomes a moment where two or more gathered, learn…

“Hey Robin, look at what I found!” A smiling parasite held up a forgotten turkey leg, one probably best left forgotten..

Oh yippy skippy for ya parasite. If I have to take you to the hospital to get your stomach pumped I think I’ll just drop you off at the dumpsters…

“Really? Thanks man, the dumpsters are a great place to score good eats.”

Anyway, today is the eve of a New Year for you and you and you. If this is read a year from now you can say, “Yeah, 31 December 2016 I was there for that day.”

Enjoy your day.

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Mom of triplets dies after babies go home for Christmas

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A UK mother who made the news for having extremely premature triplet girls who all survived has herself died unexpectedly. Rachel Park, who died at age 39 just days after taking her 9-month-old babies home from the hospital for Christmas, became pregnant after six years of trying with her husband, Steven, and on her fourth round of IVF.

“She idolized those little girls,” her husband said. “They were her world.” The cause of death is still unknown, but police say the circumstances are not suspicious, reports the BBC.

During the pregnancy, Park, a Type 1 diabetic, developed pre-eclampsia, and her blood pressure got so high that her kidneys and liver began to fail. At just 24 weeks’ pregnant, she was sent to a hospital in Newcastle 100 miles from her home, where she suffered what the Mirror calls “a serious bleed.” Doctors found a problem with blood flowing to the placenta, and performed an emergency C-section when the triplets were 26 weeks and five days along.

Due June 12, the girls were put on ventilators upon their birth on March 11 and, weighing 5 pounds combined, spent two months fighting for their lives.

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‘Unexpectedly’: An interesting word this – unexpectedly. It conjures up pictures that what should not happen, does.

In this world there are battles between forces that, as expected, are above your consciousness. Religious folks say good and evil. Self absorbed humans say good and bad shit happens on a random basis. As a monster there are battles between forces that are powerful. Sometimes silent sometimes so loud the sky breaks open…

In your world there is always a price to be paid. You want bread and do not bake, you purchase the bread with something you made or earned, or you steal it…

Stealing. Sounds so criminal but all humans are thieves. They take life of animals with little to no respect for that actually given. They pollute, destroy, even in dying they stink as the flesh rots and drives away those seeking to steal a breath of fresh air.

In the story above it is mentioned a male and female tried to have children and used the science of mankind to cheat the ‘system’.

“They were her world,” the quote about the dead mother pertaining to her babies. Interesting. Her world lived while she died, a balance made, a debt paid, cruel? To some minds, yes. This world which was her world, is a cruel place as there is no kind face to the faces of death.

The news above read by a monster brings no real emotions as the truth is revealed but what does bring emotion is the fact three lives now have their opportunity to steal, battle, live while waiting their turn to die and die they surely will. So will you, and you, and all of this world.

There is no such thing as fair, or justice, or hope or anything else on this world, your world with the exception that sometimes, unexpectedly there occurs a selfless act of love or kindness. It is rare but does occur. To see those who will die still sacrifice themselves to their world. Rachel Park, you sacrificed yourself for them and very few will truly know why. It is good to know though that your actions were not in vain.