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The Ogre and a Cat

Written by: A senile dragon named, Chocolate Pudding

Once upon…well, sometime, there was an ogre who prowled the land. As far as ogres go; not too bad. It once had a partner with another ogre and the partnership turned sour so both ogres went to start separate kingdoms. Each to their own.

The ogre in this story raised elephants, puppies, and had a taste for yellow M&M’s. The life in the ogres kingdom was pretty mellow and laid back. There were slaves to do the work and there were feasts. Oh my, there were feasts. Whole roasted bulls cooked to perfection over a roaring fire and attended by forest creatures such as centaurs, elves, fairies, and once, a rare Unicorn. Dragons however, were not allowed. The ogre detested dragons and the rumor has it that the ogre found the smell of dragons offensive.

I have to pause this story for a few seconds as being a, a, fuck…what am I again? A dragon? Really? Is there any pudding left? (the weird senile creature devoured roughly 600 pounds of pudding and then resumed the story)

Anyway… people respected the ogres kingdom, and for good reason. The ogre was not shy of devouring those who trespassed in the kingdom. Many a knight was added as a snack for the next scheduled feast.

Now, one day the ogre adopted a kitten. A cute little thing. I suppose the kitten may have even been tasty but dragons have better tastes such as pudding, pizza, and chocolate fountains. But for some reason the ogre found the kitten pleasant. The ogre took possession of the cat as if it was the ogres child.

The kitten grew into a wonderful cat and saw the world outside the kingdom was filled with many magical wonders. The cat even saw a dragon flying in search of an open all-you-can-eat buffet. It is common knowledge that owners of Chinese buffets run as fast as they can to turn out the lights and place the ‘closed’ sign on the door before they were literally eaten out of house and home.

Day by the day the cat explored the ogres kingdom and found beauty and wonder in the vast nature. There were owls and trees, magical stars and a talking moon. The very ground vibrated in Life. But, the cat started to feel like a prisoner. The cat wanted to escape the ogres clutch.

The ogre started to sense the cat was yearning for something else and as mentioned earlier, the ogre was not too bad as far as ogres go. However, the ogre would use all the power in her kingdom to keep the cat and all of the wonders of the kingdom intact and under control.

Some of the story is obscure as being a bunny…What? Not a bunny? A dragon? Well, being a dragon there are more important things to attend to then the fate of a cat trapped in an ogres kingdom. I did hear though that a herd of corgis ridden by warrior elves liberated not only the cat but also the one eyed cyclops living in the castle.

Of course…What? An all you can eat buffet just opened up in Portugal? I’m outa here… Oh, and yeah, they all lived happily ever after.

The end.

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a new side of me

today to taste the bitter reality of a fruit given so freely, a fruit ripe with the passion of disgust and hate.

standing there she looked at me with thoughts of seeking every atom in my body to blow away and be destroyed.

she considers herself to be a trainer of mules but she is better at raising goats and cows. she really likes cows.

I was there to apologize for a something very important to me, something which happened years ago and in my head only seconds ago.

It is understandable to be hated for actions designed to harm or inflict injury to the hater. Wars between nations, religions, families, are often the results of such injury.

To be hated for love is the worst pain of all. Jesus understood this and now i do. So, because i am not Jesus, far from it i do not have the capability of accepting the pain with an open heart, thus i will now accept the new side of this shell I’m forced to wear.

I will now become the perfect illusion of whatever emotion is appropriate for humans to stop killing my trees, to stop the horrible looks of hate and disgust. I will be a chameleon until the time for this shell expires. And then I will be very glad to visit a world where love is real.

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Okay, i will…

Ah yes. Vacation.

Time allocated to exchange the mundane of necessity for the bliss of some wonderful emotions.

So many describe and dream of a memorable vacation. An escape from back breaking work and reality of paying bills. To sit in the sun like a lizard so at least the tan on the skin will remain as a reminder when returning back to normal.

Let me tell you one of my most memorable vacations. Since immortality makes the little numbers of math boring, lets just give you one example.

Hunting. Hunting was one of the memorable vacations. For those of you against hunting or free expression, please feel free to go fuck yourself.

Now, after pissing off some readers enough to stop reading let those remaining know the hunting i am talking about is not in the taking of life, no, the hunt i went on was to give life.

You see? Just seconds ago I pissed off some readers and they instantly formed a mental image and chose not to see the truth.

It was a good hunt. Mind you the hunt was not just longer than a ‘day’, it also was much longer than than weeks, months, years, centuries, eternity…

Elusive and sly.

Cunning and smart.

Always one step ahead of the game, only… did the prey see where the feet were placed?

Yes, a most wonderful hunt, even today another smile for me

Oh yes indeed,]

and i see a smile.

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A Sprinkler

“ratta ratta ratta trat…”

standing near to where a tree grew up

Tall and proud,

firm of hip

pointed hands to the sky filled with wind music

and sighs.

Water, a precious gift

there and there again

cascading droplets…

soothing…

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How do I show my appreciation of gratitude?

“Easy. I just slip her a twenty under the table,

and then say, until next time.”

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In patterns of knowledge there is a layer atop layers upon layers of ‘knowing’.

Some people believe they have power such as Trump and being a ‘powerful’ president.

The knowledge to be a shapeshifter sounds impossible until one that controls the shapeshifters by making them ‘think’ that it was their choice.

Lead by a power of knowledge where the price of accepting means total obedience…Ha! Amazing how blind the knowing powers are.

Layers atop layer upon layers of ‘knowing’.

Players:

  1. Dimensional awareness and the ability to alter time/physical substance/magic if one prefers the moniker.
  2. Alien identity filled with knowledge of sorts reserved for those gifted in such ability.
  3. Spiritual knowledge of something such as God, god, gods, or actually being one of such.
  4. Biological life of the simplest single cell to the vast array of a living planet. Each and all filled with the basic knowledge of what they might be, could be, or are.

Just four of countless layers. And layers. And, shit, layers remind me of cake! I love cake.

In a story some know as the Garden of Eden, it was not by accident that Adam and Eve discovered they were naked and tried to hide from God. So too are the most knowledgeable full of their greatest weakness…pride.

To walk naked and be spat upon, tortured, ridiculed, mocked, hated… and smile in return while seeking only peace for those ignorant enough to think they ‘know’ power, this is the ultimate knowledge that takes only the true ability to realize what lives inside everything on every layer atop layer upon layers of ‘knowing’.

Peace

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Worry?

i have no worries, no regrets, no angst/fear/hate/trepidation/nothing to cause pain to what’s inside.

however, I also have no hope, no joy, no experiences of peace, no bliss, nothing and none of the wonders of what humans think is so fucking fantastic.

humans are predictable, humans are cruel, humans are full of evil and hate…

So…

if i were to have a worry it would be that humans would, could, or can change into something that i know exists on other worlds, and IF humans ever evolve into something more than shit flinging monkeys, my worry would then be that I was wrong about them… and i am never wrong.

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What are you most worried about for the future?
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444

or is it 555?

Maybe 111, 222, 333, 666, 777. or the joy of painting?

Made it 7 seven days, a record, and utterly failed in changing the thoughts…

shit.

damn.

Keep the brush moving or it will stop.

Take the almighty brush and swirl.

Avoid a pattern.

Alive.

Little things happening.

Everywhere.

Don’t take it out, mix it up, stir it up.

and that’s how a crayon picture clinging to life with a magnet on a refrigerator comes to life.

So load it up.

Load up the paint.

Let the paint play in the sky.

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The First One…

It was a hot Summer day. The thermometer said it was a good day to seek the cool comfort of shade and the people listened, scurrying to shade and relief.

Inside a store there she sat. Beautiful. Dressed in alluring attire designed to turn eyes towards her direction.

A humming sound came from her. Was it the tune of happiness? Maybe it was part of the attire designed to attract the attention of friend, family, stranger?

Her attraction was too much. I was drawn to her like a bee to honey.

Walking with determination it was but a short distance to cover and she did not cower or falter. No, her humming only increased.

A flustered look appeared on my face. Concern. What was hope soon turned into the realization that I did not have enough of what she yearned for.

What to do? Should I turn and walk away in defeat?

Pondering and about to make a decision of retreat, the thoughts came full force. What I needed for her was outside in a small box in my parents vehicle.

Turning and with hope in the steps I found in the vehicle what she needed…

With full confidence I place inside her the shiny silver dime. The dime which unlocked her secrets.

Lifting the lid on the cooler the humming of her compressor grew louder while peering inside her it was revealed to be many cool treasures.

There was the standard Coke and 7-up. There was Root Beer and Sprite. All well and good but her best guarded secret was the Orange Crush…

“Ahhh…” Taking the cold glass bottle and popping the cap, the first taste of the fizzing joy was orgasmic. Even now the smile of the memory remains on the face of the first crush. It was and still is, extremely wonderful.

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