Robin Lipinski

I like being anonymous yet be what i am and after a month of not writing, yippee!

Any addiction is powerful. Food. Drink. Drugs. Sex. For this creature; writing is a very strong addiction.

For years the need to express and finding outlets via so many forums and sites.

Poetry Circle was nice in that the surroundings were wolves in sheep’s clothing. The best thing about that site is they do have wonderful tools for a writer to use, other than  that they are too much a representative of what’s wrong with this world of writers/writing. If you’re a reader/writer that really like to be a part of a well organized mob of writers you should join and embrace all the lovely folks there, just watch your back as wolves looooove to eat sheep…

Creator and Catalyst run by Mark is/was a wonderful place to create though currently Mark is having a spiritual battle within himself. I do admire his dedication to writers though.

Now the website- Aphelion- most excellent! Highly recommend that place for writers wanting to expand, create, and be. It was amazing they tolerated my crap and for this I will forever be thankful.

Yes, this new venue is going to be fun as you’re going to get not only the insight of a monster but you’re going to see clarification of what is going on in your world behind the ‘scenes’. A whole lot of shit most don’t realize is going on. Magic. Witchcraft. ‘Alien’ life. Druids. Time travel. Religion. Good. Evil. God. Satan.  Life. Death. Hate. Love. Deception on a grand  scale along with what is real. ( plus as an added bonus free of charge… your mind will be exposed to subliminal activity which has no ‘earthly’ words to describe.)

“Sounds like you’re crazy Robin, daresay, nuts?”

Ah, there you are parasite. Welcome to this new home. How do you like it?

“It sucks, just like you.”

Yes parasite, just like me, just like you…

“Must admit though, those new bags of potato chips were what lured me to come over here. That new spicy one is great.”

Yes reader this is going to be fun as it might even be entertaining for some. So much to write about and is there time to write it all? Ah yes, time. Always it comes down (never up) to time. The answer of course: Yes. All the time in the ‘world’.

And now, since there are a lot of words bottled up inside, time for a release.

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Dreams

Nightmares to scream as your sheets soak in sweat as the body crashes to the ground

Blood, gore, pain, it seems the bodies way for the mind to be

Bodies sweating; moaning lust of bliss; sensual pleasures beyond the awake – wet these dreams.

To awake to forget the recent scenes

Some dream of bliss, of better days, of success, of love, of joy, happiness

wishful scenes.

Asleep the R.E.M. provides Awake there is the ‘reality’

Really?

What is a dream?

What is a nightmare?

Angel guidance or Demons please?

Understand you cannot understand the answers as you can only dream

Only you can think you know the answers

But can you see what’s looking back?

God? Satan? Reality? Logic?

or are there names for that you cannot understand?

of course the answer is

yes.

My heart is ice cold and blacker than any demons soul

yet

warmer and  bright than any angels birthright

so?

For a monster there are no nightmares to forget, no moments of happiness or bliss to experience…

There is only the Dream, always

the Dream.

Cold

Embrace fully the frosty lips of mistress winter

Breasts hard this nippled basalt

Fingers of frozen tree unbending, ungiving

Lost heat of watery thigh meandering

Sun above to feel the freeze

Moon to laugh in reply

A man left standing alone, his heart frozen

Lovers watched inside the warm home

Standing next to the fire

Never to know.

Interesting how we know a bird has been someplace, anyplace…all by the evidence of the shit they drop. Now, some people (most people) hate bird shit, but not me. I love bird shit, I love a lot, in fact (get used to my shitty way of torturing the written word format) I know the insides and out of any form of love and let me tell you what, Love and love is/are great, AND and and a-n-d…they suck, much like bird shit.

My nickname is bigbird, my name is Robin, my name means nothing as I truly am a monster, a monster unlike you’ve never seen before.

What you will read here will be strange, offensive to many if not all, it is real, true, it is the mirror reflection of what i am, what I show the world, this shitty world.

Sometimes what you read will make this writer seem insane or stupid or genius or whatever, and that will be because of who YOU are. It does not matter only that i and I get this shit out of my head.

Now, I and i am no stranger to writing. I’ve written books no one will read, poetry that some have waded through, short stories here and there, even had a website, but that is all history. This is what is to be written now, this experiment of your world, your life, your will…You and you and you and even that shithead picking his balls over in Israel. This blog is all about you as monsters have nothing inside but ice.

Some basic outlines for what you will read in the following days/centuries/lifetimes… 1. Poetry 2. Stories 3. Ramblings 4. Pictures

Strong words of profanity will be used as they are real emotions captured and meant to be used by those who truly know how to use them, not abuse them like so many of you abuse fucking and love. The way ‘proper’ use of the English language will be abused to the point of breaking.

The pictures you will see here will be taken by my horrible skills of holding a camera or drawn by hands of a Monster.

If you enjoy what is here, great, if not, great.

Hold your life in your hands, make your Life what you can truly make it be,

and so,

the experiment continues…