Inner Dimensional Experiment

Written with the metaphor of job placement.

Inspired greatly by unconstrained mental energy.

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It does not matter who Robin Lipinski is as it is nothing more than an illusion of applied energy.

I do not exist. Not at all and with non existence there is good company as you don’t exist. So, if you and I don’t exist than what does exist?

The answer is the reason for the experiment of dimensional placement.

Job Opening: Placement of energy to be applied in the most efficient and logical organized paradox boarding on the possibility of chaos. All applicants screened as to durability and ability.

now, what does exist? I exist and you exist… Fucked up write? Right on baby, right on. You may now be left with a thought of, “This is weird and makes absolute (ly) no sense.” And that is because you don’t exist and I don’t exist.

(so now, a little story of what does and does not exist)

Drag queens, queers, LGBT, saints, sinners, evil, good, blah de fucking blah blah blab blubber stutter gag puke inhale/exhale ants bird fish comets moons… don’t exist and yet they do.

When on the atomic level of understanding how a proton pops and disappears, neutrons, X rays.

“Are you applying for the job?”

who said that? “You did.”

And who are you? “You know.”

God? “Ha! Wanna play another game of poker?”

Absolutely.

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The gears shifted. The worlds tilted. And then the three dimensions dissolved into nothing.

What job are you applying for? If you prefer to not exist than the job application is already signed and your job is nothing more than to provide scenery for others applying for a job.

If you prefer to exist than your application process just became extremely complicated.

Would you like the job of Judas? Maybe Peter? Or Mary Magdalene? Too Biblical? Don’t believe in God? No problem, there are many other jobs.

Maybe you would like to be a spider? Free to feed and survive?

Hitler? The worlds always are looking for energies to be a Hitler. Or maybe your job is to fling energy and shit at God? That might be the perfect job for you. Hate. Cruelty. The worlds don’t care and nor should they as they too don’t exist and do exist.

So many jobs. With each comes the rewards of a job well done and a job unfinished.

And there is great news. Even if you don’t exist you are being placed in the job you will do best at.

A word of warning though, this is your one and only chance to choose. To exist or not exist. To become what you can truly become with the sole decision residing inside your vibrations. Call it good or bad, (both don’t exist. both exist.)

Now, the test question: What job are you applying for?

The Shopping List

Tumultuous bands of energy ever expanding; ever vibrations oscillating for ever and ever…

and then,

there was light.

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Of light there has always been a light to guide the flow of push-pull.

Of beings cracking their veneers to reveal and slide to the next dimension of something some call, consciousness.

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Contained, or better yet, confused?

(your language abilities set aside from mathematical theories regarding absolutes is indeed a living and narrow gauge of feeble attempts to understand something when acting upon nothing)

and so… a simple story for humans.

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The Need.

Born of flesh composed of mineral and water. Bestowed with the spark of Life. A biological machine of need and understanding.

Sucking the breast to pull nutrients into a soft and vulnerable body, the baby pulled the teat as if their lives depended upon it.

Cooing in communication. Warmth. Water. Sleep. Security. Food. Five needs always important, always there at the edge of death and destruction.

Soon as in moments of a scripted time line of variables so inline and predictable the child ‘soon’ puts forth the energy to pursue its needs.

Warmth. Water. Sleep. Security. Food.

Growing into a replication of the host. Energies harvested to pursue the replication of self into what a species truly needs… Advancement.

A world littered with retreat as 99.99% of all species on all worlds failed in their needs, and why?

Why cannot the machines of life attain the most simple of needs?

Some ask God, god, gods why.

Some ask nothing.

Some curse and cry.

i however just change dimensions and needs.

simple

easy

and it is called, Life.

Ground Swell

Can the earth get an erection?

Yellowstone is a hot hole of steamy lust boiling for an eruption

California is confused at which way to swing to destruction

Russia with such stoic hardness where ice cold is much better than molten hot

yet

Japan loves paper and traditional positions

Greenland laughs as not even penguins need protection

and so

yes,

yes the planet can get constant erections, and the orgasms?

When the planet cums then all life to especially include humans…

are merely disposable condoms.

Which one?

  1. As Timmy, an eight year old boy, “Today I learned how to put a condom on a cucumber.”
  2. As a Democrat lesbian born 80 years ago in Chicago named, Millie: “I learned a long time ago that prunes are truly a miracle food.”
  3. As a dog named Thor: “I don’t need a skill for anything as I can lick my own balls.
  4. As a patriotic military member of the United States: “I learned a lot of Americans hate Americans.”
  5. “As a gold fish I learned that swimming in circles…As a gold fish I learned that swimming in circles…As a gold fish I learned that swimming in circles.”
  6. As a porn star named Candy: “I learned candy is dandy! And loves Benjamins!”
  7. As an owner of Worpress: “I learned a great knowledge and skill in being able to charge money so people can pretend they are writers AND pay me good money to do so. Suckers.”

I could go on but there is a rerun on tv needing to be watched so the final one is,

8. As God who made an important announcement of a pending action: “Here, hold my beer…”

There were scratches of white this morning

scoring across the sky

one

and then two

three

shooting stars some say.

Amusing and wonderful to discover,

I

am

insane.

Whee!

(thud)

Coffee is…yuck (or gag)

Yep. I’d rather bake and eat a rat turd than to bake a bean and drink it.

However…

I’m going to learn how to like it. Too many health benefits to pass up otherwise.

A guy told me how to start with coffee so that I can tolerate to the point where my head does not explode.

Speaking of explode, a U Haul truck blew up this morning in the large parking lot of an Old Navy store. Blew the shit up indeed. Killed one guy and lets lots of pieces.

Anyway, coffee. Yep, gonna learn how to crave it like all the other zombies, though until then there are potato chips.

Definition of Heaven and Hell for dummies…

Yeah. Sure. “There is no god!” and “I believe in nothing but the worship of nothing.” and on and on and “I love ice cream!”

So without getting into the adult troof… some pictures painted by a child.

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“Heaven is like a vinyl record. It starts out with the creation of the record. In this case a record released by Meatloaf titled: Bat out of hell.”

“The record is played over and over. It starts out clear and pristine and then a hooker snorts coke off the surface and there are now scratches”

“The record continues to be played. Loud and proud.”

“The record continues to suffer the sorrow of scratches, vomit spray, titty juice, and then, and then, and then… It dies.”

“Now, where did the record go? Heaven? Hell?”

The answer: The record is gone. Cast to the trash by the heir of the record. However… The heir remembers hearing the tune. Hearing the powerful sounds of an artist named, Meatloaf. Powerful and wonderful sounds. The record went to heaven.

Hell? The record was not cast to the trash nor was it ever listened to again as it was dead and broken beyond repair. It was sent to the recycle bin where it was melted and the vinyl made into condoms, condoms sent to the nearest male correctional facility where the inmates could safely fuck each other in the ass.

Racism

Words hold power for people. They have too because this is the closest humans can get to having transferable power.

Those brutes of strength such as Genghis Khan could hopefully pass on their genetics to offspring in hope the strength could continue or they could use language to make all those after their demise, powerful.

“Yo. Nigger. Go back to Africa,” said by a twig of a man embracing the power of language.

Words of racism are easy to understand while other everyday words are less identifiable yet powerful. “Loggers rape the forest,” said by some nature group or another.

Greta Thunberg is great at the power of isolating and disparaging others.

Are you racist?

Are you powerful?

Are you human?

I tried racism today. Thought it might be an interesting experiment. Used an old friend to test it out. A seasoned retired New York cop who knows full well the language of, “Nigger. Pig. Cracker. Wop.”

The experiment was a success and only enforced the logic behind the perceived power of words.

In the experiment the mechanism of hate was obvious. All.

All.

All words have perceived power. The power to hurt or heal.

Therefore my conclusion is no matter what word is used. Nigger. Love. Fuck. Shit. Cunt. Twat. Dick. Prick. Food. Sunset. Rain… Any word can be used in a ‘good’ way or ‘bad’, thus it is only one word that decides the power of any written or spoken word, that being the word,

intent.

Writers are Weird

This prompt prompted me to write about Hitler burning Jews

and then Jesus popped into the picture followed by a car full of midget clowns

then thought about the governor of Minnesota having an orgy with Somali whores

which then lead back to a bic lighter sparking a war called, WWIII

and then reality set in and found a stash of cookies and chocolate.

Waaaay better than answering this prompt.