Robin Lipinski

The word

In the beginning there is the word. A word for all and in all for all with all.

All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.

“She looked down at her cell phone. Words and pictures filled a screen”

An illusion.

A game.

A world filled not with the word. A world filled with what is not real.

“There was a moment where the visit of smile held behind the back to amuse a dog and whisper the word.”

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Chock and check the vibrations. Holding the wheels of reality from slipping.

When full of the sensation far above and beyond any realm of death or degradation; eternal pours from the mind.

There the reason why, why the body of illusion seeps away to embrace the dark imagination of what so many call, death.

Never.

Never to know death here or above or below, knowing only a pure smile so pure the music turns all gold into lead, all tears into joy… All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.

Serpentine

Sentinel

Actually all an excellent race to adventure.

All of sudden there is suddenly

Suddenly, “I’ll buy it now”

Ha.

Now? Why not yesterday or last year? Now it is now?

Don’t care. Done with it. And the wind can go fuck itself as it pissed me off.

Thankfully there are corgi’s.

The following is a story worthy of reading and pondering.

.https://www.ewtnnews.com/world/africa/love-is-stronger-how-a-catholic-woman-saved-tens-of-thousands-of-orphans

There is already too many stories painting the face of the human condition. It is wonderful to see evil cannot win.

ha and har har. not worth the effort.

but…

(i hate but)

The best way to create the best ‘hard’ boiled egg at the earth elevation of 3400 feet.

1. Fill metal pot with 3″ of water.
2. Depending on size of pot place 8-12 eggs into pot.
3. Place pot on gas stove top using the biggest burner
4. Turn gas on and set flame at high.
5. Set timer for 11 minutes if using 8 eggs and 12 minutes if using 12 eggs.
6. Water in pot will produce tiny bubbles until there is about three minutes left on timer and then the water really dances..
7. When timer ‘dings, bong, booms, blares, blasts…’ remove pot and empty water. If you’re a minimalist use the hot water for a cup of Chinese bowl of ramen. Fill pot with cold water.
8. Remove eggs and place in bowl and place in a refrigerator.
9. Eat noodle soup and congratulate yourself for being such a wonderful minimalist.

Peel and eat eggs whenever. Eggs last over a week in the cooler.

Now why is this the best? Because they are better than hard and better than poached or soft boiled. The yolk is soft and gooey without the hardness of sulfur.

And who says monsters can’t cook.

Today in a current place called, America, it is a day called, Mothers Day. A day where females who give birth or raise a child bears the title, mother.

No man/male can be a mother, nor should they as that is what Fathers Day is for.

What a beautiful thing it is to witness the role of mothers. Hard working. Loving. Teachers. A woman who continues the creation of love and to give example of what love truly is.

A mother is worthy of having a day set aside to celebrate them.

For those women who have had or will have an abortion, they too wear the title mother and in their way will always carry the knowledge that their womb held the creation of God’s love. A knowledge that can never be erased.

Now, as to the dedication to mothers everywhere, a simple prayer many in this world say to a mother who gave birth to a very special child in Bethlehem, a child called, Jesus.

‘Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.’

To the mothers of the world, my respect goes out to each and every one of you, and, thanks…

There flies the stinging rebuke. Buzzing and humming with expression.

Not annoyed or toying. Rather a disjointed configuration of physics of beating wings and communication.

Letting the fellow sit for a second, his abdomen fat and waiting; in search of something and realization.

Today a bull snake, and then raven and then, and then, fatigue.

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yes, Thor was in good spirits. walking upon success to scatter important pieces; smiling little bastard… No testicles and yet full of male bull headed outlets of visual acuity filled with mirrored reflections.

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What is it like to ‘like’ and be in both camps while dancing with a fire between?

Ice cold. Veins filled with stone cooled from molten passions

then…

hot burning skin, is this then, the reason?4

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i understand fully as he flies among the laser focus.,,,, so round, so vibrant. Clean. A dancing sensation.

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A poem maybe would be better though the flying buzzing cannot comprehend as he can only sing words alien to him.

Ahh…yes. A flower. Nectar sweet and a nest.(pause) His voice demanded attention. A ladder. A screen of manipulation. Much laughter. Now he flies his path of exploration

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Muuuuch better. Listening to some criminals dying in a courtroom demonic frustration. A red button resets the equation.

Did i forget already what he said as he stood proud on the arm?

Never. Better to concentrate on the rest. Feeling so much better. Alive. Awake. Even a bit of a piece of peaceful..