Robin Lipinski

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..

Not a bad day.

In a way a great day.

And now, gravid lax, with onions and egg.

It’s now official, a most wonderful day.

“Energy cannot be created or destroyed.”

Really?

Then why is that not true?

Fact: Ignorance is no excuse for what is deemed, ‘good’ science. The obvious is even more obvious when knowing what is and what is not true.

i knew the answer to your question was not, “Two days…”

Did you know that you knew the truth that it has taken a long time?

It was done as needed and now a new adventure.

Firefly.

Rocks.

Trees.

Water.

Life.

For many a game, for some an adventure.

Life is…

good.

What’s inside a mind?

For a child growing quickly their minds are filled with questions and reactions to their new life.

For those shedding the skin of adolescent the mind is filled with struggle, joy, peace, hate; filled with the reactions of daily life.

For those who are considered ‘old’, who are nearing the completion of their life, their minds are filled with memories and forgotten memories. Their life has matured to a realm of what was, what is, and what will be.

Now, a glimpse into my mind. a mind not young or old. A mind definitely not of or for this world. It is what it is and it is good.

So, here is a slipnot of conglomeration. Written exactly as it appears when it appears:

Straight black line _________________________ Connected to one white square on one end, now vibrating in protest as the opposite connection is a black circle filled with ants. Small ants now being ground into a form of grain…perhaps wheat? Looking more now like green marbles.

Erupting from the the white square are ten massive Sun’s cast by and hitting a squirrel in the testicles/tongue.

Now teepees erupt in flames and, carrots? Fuck. Carrots? And now a bunny wearing a tuxedo?

I wish the cops would be silent now, they are corrupt, especially the one with a white beard.

(stop)

Just a tiny, small bit of what comes/goes and will never stop.

We now return you to what is now inside your mind.