Robin Lipinski

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Black. Black is such a nice word in your many languages. The blackness of night, of a universe. So often black is looked upon as a negative when really it is all the colors in a universe combined. Contained. Trapped until parts are released with white.

The above picture is one I drew awhile ago as there was no choice, it had to be drawn. There is always something that needs to be said, to be drawn, to be felt…There is a name for such and the closest name would be, life. A black Womb surrounded by the contrast of white, it is magical, soothing, and is.

It is also inspirational for poetry. Write your own poem as you’re all poets and lucky to be who you are. You are white surrounded by blackness. Embrace the light. Embrace the black. And now, a monster writes a poem.

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Choices

Choices seem so easy when not knowing wrong from right. — To go up the steps of heaven or fall the slide to hell — reproducing what has already been created before —endless repetitions; human endeavors created after being created before.

Discover fire, to be burned and warmed by experience — Coldness sets teeth to chatter while sitting naked in the white snow — A child cries with training,  and always will, their will is what makes choices so easy when not knowing wrong from right.

Wombs of our own making. Our worlds. Our lives. Our choices — Painted by a brush with life and death — Thanks God for being our mother and allowing the colors of marriage, this struggle and marriage between black and white.

The following:

The Buffalo School Board took the unusual step of passing a resolution demanding that their own member, Carl Paladino, resign over outrageous comments he sent to a publication about the Obamas.

The resolution passed 6-2 and made an ultimatum to the staunch Trump ally to resign within 24 hours or they would petition the state to have him removed from the position.

The controversial comments were emailed by Paladino to “ArtVoice” and are being excoriated as racist. One was in answer to the question, “What would you most like to happen in 2017?” Here’s his answer:

Obama catches mad cow disease after being caught having relations with a Herford. He dies before his trial and is buried in a cow pasture next to Valerie Jarret, who died weeks prior, after being convicted of sedition and treason, when a Jihady cell mate mistook her for being a nice person and decapitated her.

Another was in answer to the question, “Who would you like to see go away in 2017?” His answer was:

Michelle Obama. I’d like her to return to being a male and let loose in the outback of Zimbabwe where she lives comfortably in a cave with Maxie, the gorilla.

I love this piece of writing and the answers a person gave. Political? Who gives a shit as everything in your world is political. Same sex marriages, marriages, divorce, eat meat, don’t eat meat, beat your meat. So it is refreshing to see honest answers in such a fucked up world of ‘political correctness’.

Yes, the stuff the man said could be deemed racist, bigoted, hateful, whatever, but you and you and everyone is just like him.

“Oh my goodness. Praise the Lord. I’m a Christian and love everyone. I would never say or do such things.”

And to such replies I say with a loud voice- horseshit times ten. ‘Religious’ folks are actually worse as they say one thing and then say such things as, “Oh, those Catholics worship a false god, that pope…” and blah de fucking blah. You’re all ignorant fucks with hiding behind a facade of nicety being the best and Hitler the worst. Me, I’m a fucking monster  way beyond your understanding. I could give you sweet dream or the worst fucking nightmare you’d wish you’d never had and could give a flying turd about your world.

I applaud Carl for saying what he felt like saying and actually what he said reminded me of what my dead brother Karl (he was no monster) would have said. Funny: Karl once wore a t-shirt to some environmental (mental being the key word) rally. On one side it said, “Nuke the whales,” on the other, “Club baby seals.” I loved it as I loved him. That red-headed nutcase was a great brother to have and I miss the prick.

It’s interesting to note also that humor is selective to most. If one worships the dolts mr. and mrs. O then what was written was offensive, hell it could be offensive to those not worshiping the dolts. I however would have howled in the same laughter if the names of Michelle and mr O were changed to Ghandi or the local mayor.

It is sooooo great to have the right to express in this country, and yet try to show what you really feel around those who don’t think like you? Not a pretty sight. An evironmentalist and a real environmentalist (logger), not pretty. And actually, as far as diversity goes, it is important to have people from all walks of life together with opposing thoughts and views, if everyone thought the same way your world would be even more fucked up than it already is.

“Damn, you made me all teary eyed with admiration, “the parasite said as it wiped tears from its face.

Good. Now after you’re finished with your emotions go get me some clam dip and crackers. Oh, and get rid of the t-shirt you’re wearing that says, “Robin has tiny balls…”

Watched a young girl today at the Hilltop cafe. She was there with her very overweight mother and grandmother. It was fun.

This little girl was around 3.2 -3.7 years old and was full of spark of life. Her singing was terrific and it was a joy to watch.

What was very interesting was her response when her grandmother asked, “Who made that mess?” while pointing at a spot on the table. After asking about five times the little girl said, “Daddy did…”

The grandmother smiled and replied, “Knowing him, yes he did.”

A person can learn a lot from the language of others, a monster can learn much, much more.

As the three got up to leave the little girl  grabbed her black purse (very large for her size). She had to make sure she had her cell phone (which did not work) and then she started to push her little pink stroller with a stuffed teddy bear as a passenger.

The little bear was white with red and black spots.

Watching her push the stroller carefully outside the view then got better as sunlight hit her on the face, revealing teeth she would lose but which were bright white today. She looked up at her grandmother and the conversation caused her to start laughing. Most wonderful to see.

Her life is before her, one filled with many choices. Based on what was felt and observed she is making the correct decisions and her future looks…good.

As for this monster, it stirred up memories of past lives and memories of coming stories. That’s what’s great about being a monster and addicted to writing…endless stories, stories of reality, of fantasy, of horror, joy, and every emotion humanity finds so important. For tonight, a poem to a little girl that caused me to smile, and my heartfelt thanks.

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Short Stuff

Booth seats to have seated so many butts

Past times where elbows hit the table, feet the floor, and food consumed; plenty

Near the window she stood, her little butt even with the table, her hair cascading to meet.

Tiny legs to stand upon the seat, moving in motion; dancing; eating; singing; laughing; looking around, even at me.

Constant energy, a blur of speed, even gliding over reprimands from her fat mother eating, much like me.

It was a wonderful meal, for body, soul, and mind, and soon it was complete

When last seeing this wonderful creature tending to her stuffed baby

there was the picture of a mature woman in her future, with her own little girl, her own family, and it was good to see.

Found a video that brought back memories of the Coast Guard. Once I played with ocean waves as a surfman running 44 mlb.

While training at Cape D our boat rolled 360 and did a 180 pivot under water.

Good times they were. The ocean is a grand place indeed. A place of life and death.

While grading today there were a gaggle, flock, herd, or actually, a stampede of wild turkey’s running down the road in front of the grader.  A very amusing sight and one of those, “I should have a camera with me…” moment.

Turkey’s are ugly birds but very intelligent. The male turkeys know the calendar and hunting seasons better than any hunter.

It was inspirational and a ‘smile’ moment for sure.

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In the snow one track followed another and another and another…

Flowing gray and black with heads held forward; tail feathers back

Talking among themselves about who, what, and where.

There was no need for such to look back

Veering off the track, the road, into thick snow and brush

Driving past, a smile and wave.

Youtube has been a great source of fun. How to pick a  lock with a toothbrush, building a nuclear bomb, how to grow hair on a fish…and mostly for me, music.

The following link may or may not work. It’s all an adventure for me, I’m better off talking to rocks and tree’s but the Youtube sure is fun.

‘Sound of silence’ is more of a poem than music to me so to have it both ways is very inspirational.

Simon and Garfunkel were good poets but Disturbed did the poem justice.

If the link worked you get to see/hear for yourself, if not, you can listen to the parasite sing it…

“Hello darky, it’s good to see the slave again. The visions slam my shins and I get sleepy when eating brains, it still remains.”

“In nightmares I eat halo’s and sit on horns, cold and damned. And then , over there, a neon light, touching the sound of a screaming mob.”

“Ten-billion people served. Talking about big macs and big (censored)”

“People speaking in voices while Robins a dick (whack!)”

“Ouch”

“Fools like cancer. Hearing some blah, blah words about silence. And words of a neon god called Bob.”

“Oh can you hear the sounds of silence (Oops, i farted)”

“A warning! Words are falling. Signs said prophets like burgers in halls, whispering something about cotton candy…”

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Uh, parasite?

“Yes turd breath,” a beaming parasite replied.

You’re are without any doubt the absolute worst singer in the near world/universe.

“Thanks. Now after singing about burgers is there any peppers left?”

Help yourself, just don’t leave the cheese out like you did last night.

What a great day! Wind. Snow. Drifts. Lots and lots of all sorts of birds. It was great. Even an all-you-can eat pizza/salad buffet.

“Yeah, like you need an all-you-can eat buffet. So jelly belly, how come I was not invited.”

Because your table manners are not all that good.

Yes, today was great. I saved the association well over $1000 today. The grader had a broken worm gear and to replace the whole unit with a rebuilt one was $4000. To order the parts from Cat was $2500. To order the part from John Deere was $963. I found one in Florida at a parts house for $148 with tax and shipping. Pays to shop.

Today the winds were very peaceful for me and even now looking outside as the dark clouds run from the setting sun, it feels good to sit next to the heater and think of a poem.

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At this moment there is

there is a sky filled with

there is the ground covered

there are the dogs

there are smells of sweetness

there is

Pores of a planet, burrowing deep. Dark. Silent. Except for certain moments…

Fog of winter night, slipping so smooth up mountain and canyon

Aloof with nothing captive

Four caves for so long so dark and silent

Vibration met with vibration

Song with song

Coyotes fled as above the fog played

Reaching out to glow the face of the cave reached

Grabbing cloud and sky

It was beautiful to see.

Everyone has their own personal quirks, twerks, and unique ways of existing. Interesting in that A.I. can capture the logic and math of intelligence but it will never evolve to capture the uniqueness of life.

So, what’s your quirk? Collecting rubber bands maybe or doing origami out of McDonald’s napkins? It does not matter really as long as what people do cause no harm to others.

For me it is obvious – writing, singing, drawing, communicating, studying, and, shit…there is way too much to list as i am not ‘normal’ and you know what? i never will be.

Today after getting a good nights sleep I did what most people do, went to (pick one) 1. toilet 2. bathroom 3. head 4. latrine 5.void bladder and colon 6. happy place…whatever one picks or pictures, it’s their own choice and quirk. Really it does not matter because every form of life eats, drinks, pisses and shits; it is what it is and always will be.

Anyway, as I sat there humming and wondering if it was to be a snow plowing day in walk Radar and Tinker Bell – two corgi’s I greatly enjoy.

They are like children in that they both wanted attention at the same time. Tinker, the female, put her front paws on my lap and looked at me like, “I love you, can I now have a cookie?”

Ha, Radar immediately did the same and with the same look also added, “Yeah, and tell my you love me better than that other creature?”

It is always fun to watch the two. The both growl and fight all in hopes of being the alpha dog, the dominant dog, and yet when no one is looking (at least that’s what they think) they lick each other, sleep next to each other, bark together, chase rabbits and cows together, chase each other, and play.

After laughing at both of them today I told Radar he was a beautiful corgi and then said, no, you’re actually an ugly corgi, one of the most ugly corgi’s that ever existed and laughed more as he still looked at me saying, “I’m so good. I need a cookie, a belly rub, a pat on the head, a ride in the truck…”

Damn I like corgi’s. Today is Christmas 2016, a basically arbitrary number in the grand scheme of things but it is today and I give thanks to God for today. There is much to give thanks for this past year. I fell in love, got work, lost work, built, created, destroyed, ate, slept, shopped, learned, felt pain, felt good, i and I lived Life. Through it all there were the two Corgi’s that were there through it all and today, a smile.

For every today there will always be those moments of frowns and smiles, good and bad, and there will always be your own individual quirks, so embrace them and may your days, your Holidays, you, yours be one of experience and unique.

Today will not be a snowplowing day it will be a traveling swimming day, a day to think of coming work and opportunities. To experience forgiveness from Margareta of which I’m not worthy to receive. To watch corgi’s, television, and to eat king crab with garlic butter. Yum!

Oh, and as one final bit about corgi’s. If I were rich I would buy thirty corgi dogs. Full grown to puppies and spend hours studying their interactions. It would be hilarious to say the least and a logistical nightmare as a reality.

Yes, it’s Christmas 2016. I am a monster. I like corgi’s. And life is good.

A very interesting evening after a very interesting day. While most people spent the day with family and friends the day for me was spent with a Cat 130G motorgrader plowing snow. It was fun but the gearbox that causes the blade to rotate did not allow the blade to rotate and so…research.

Just spent a couple hours researching the circle drive housing and how to remove/replace/kick/scream/ and swear more than I  normally do…very satisfying.

If anyone ever reads the crap I write (and if you’re reading this then it means you’re reading this, or else having a really bad drug reaction to whatever drug you’re taking) you’ll start to notice I have a really fucked up imagination.

“Yeah, I noticed that turd breath. Not only a fucked up imagination but damn Robin, do you have balls or are you a just a little crybaby bitch?”

Hey parasite.

“Yeah?”

Merry Christmas.

“Oh go fuck yourself.” The parasite had binged on sweets, cheese, potato chips, monkey brains, and even partook of some tinned beef that was still in storage at the bottom of the sea in the ship, Titanic. So soon he/she/it was asleep and snoring.

Anyway, after hours of learning about a circle drive housing unit I have formulated some idea’s for tomorrows course of action 1. Use the weed burner to heat the bulky gear box as I feel water has/had formed in the gear oil with chunks breaking free and jamming the  screw gear and bull gear. Heat will melt any ice and if the theory is correct everything will work. But, being really, really familiar with Murphy’s Law it probably is mechanical so. 2. Test the hydraulic motor by removing it from the gearbox and seeing if the spindle turns. This would be the second best option as motors are easy to change. But again, Murphy’s Law so 3. Drain oil from gear box and inspect gears for broken metal pieces causing jam which then means either removing small pieces of metal or replacing the whole 367 pound piece of crap…

Of course #4 means: Light machine on fire after driving it off cliff and sing Christmas carols while roasting hot dogs. (what a wonderful dream)

It was a good day and if I get lucky it will snow like crazy tonight and I get to plow again tomorrow. I must say it is very soothing to watch the pristine white snow glide off the edge of the blade as it slices through the snow. Actually inspiring for a poem.

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A Clean Slate

Clean Pristine

With silence falls

flakes frozen

white in day, black in night

and free.

Even and all with random breeze to still

level across what is what has been

covering everything.

So small in size with so many

until

mountains, prairie, life covered by such so serene.

Children slide and slip, melting frost to fall from brow, from mitten, upon smiling lip

Deer leap from hole to hole, white to replace brown, they disappear into scenery

Birds puff next to clumps of snow hanging on a wire, seemingly at peace.

Slicing through a road the edge of visible steel divides the world in two

With furling wave curling over, side to pile high, leaving visible a smooth trail

Then silence once more as the sounds of the machine fade.

Children go inside to warmth, deer bedded down for the

night, and birds still puffed, sleep.

Still falling with silence still

flakes frozen

white in day, black in night

and free…