Robin Lipinski

and then… and then… and then…

First off, that fucking house fairy’s been into me stash of fermented cactus and juniper berry.

I””’ll fool it though. Vodka. Nastrovia! Hey!

And so, a story. A new one. An old one. A funny one. A sad, a happy, an twin bold and foolish .

Never ya mind, see. it is and always is and always be; love

Love

love

Love

love)

not a mystery it is always fate

to dwell upon the boasting tides of euphoria and a mudded clam filled bay.

So to a world where such is allowed to exist

it is sometime hard, sometimes strange;anger with a mix of frustration

and yet?

You know.

it never

ever

goes

away.

(dedicated to a small

two things today

the first: A fish swimming in a bowl of oxygenated water while in orbit near Saturn. Inducing trace chemicals from…

the second: Wiring an old Earth radio from the period known as the, ’40’s’ to survive electrical degradation from the wet environment at the bottom of the ocean.

So many experiments. (but there is pancakes, so…)

Valentine Day

Inspirational.

“I didn’t get a card numbnuts. Not even candy. You’re a horrible valentine person.”

No parasite. You see, there are ways…

***

Soaring high in a world filled with worlds, the eagle soared.

Winds lifted the spirite; filling a soul with peace and quiet.

Below, the world of earth glowed in colors of Life

Below, a pansy, a simple flower of glowing beauty and vibrant vibrations; bloomed.

A golden color of perspective the pansy is, a very special pansy, one never to wilt or die…

Radiant.

Lush.

The eagle found pleasure in the beauty.

*

With wings furled, the body dropped with the speed of untold imagination until mere millimeters from what was silent and immobile,

with a quick ‘peck’ on the petal, the eagle told the pansy, “Valentines is beautiful today,”

Taking flight, the eagle smiled.

In the distance a flock of ravens laughed at the foolish antics of such an actions.

A rabbit giggled.

And Life continued to bloom.

one\one/one\one/one\…

entropy

transverse

foci

.

010

and then

there were four.

/so\ So sounding so silly

Strange?

(stifling scene)

Success.

and

thanks..

oops

(Oh look… a squirrel)

then

One trillion

special ‘special’

1 WONDERFUL!

indeed.*

So, about this Valentine day…m MmMmMm… um, uh, watch the sky.

“Dude, you’re strange.”

No parasite, i play. (37-222-37)

So many rule(s) and regulations

‘brother this, sister that, he, her, them, they’

In my heart, there is something never felt before remaining forever after.

(blink)

So now to tell a story: A Story About Three Pigs

Written by: what’s inside

Recently there is talk of asteroids, UFO’s, aliens, planetary change. And why?

One bit of space rock nudged a wee bit of space. Spatial. Grande. A fly fart of energy.

One would be a message of fate.

Two? mMmMmMm… Much better.

Two would between fate and impossible.

Yes.

Yes Three.

Three asteroids to strike a planet with a multiple choice (all at once, all in the same day, all evenly spaced for three days?)

So, what should they be called?

Three horses of the Apocalypse making an entry for the final and fourth foray?

(laughing, or at the least, a wonderful memory)

The Three Little Pigs

I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and giggle, snark, and wonder why cats always land on their feet.

Scattered sand…

Lofted by a cool breeze.

Sounding like a poem

to realize it was the icy pinnacle of her heart.

Attributes nullified in existence.

Numbers allure with abstract delusions.

And so, the animal(s) rebel.

Birds.

Fish.

Domestic/wild

and for humans…

(failure) Voted thus and without hesitation, to destroy; obliterate; regain Communion.

(it would be best to stop me now as the resolve only thickens)

Only You God,

only You hold the key to hold back total destruction.

A.I.

Algor-reethum

Wordypoo

Kiss my ass!

and then…

BOOM!

How interesting?

For this, nothing.

For them, everything.