and another thing, try and try and try
China can have a million submarines, a million air craft carriers…
It will only take one bomb going, “Boom!”
China as it commonly sees itself, becomes what it knows to be.
Whee!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
On comes the Light.
Inspired by: Moonshine Bandits
“Fuck WordPress, you money grubbing whore bitch!”
Paid in Full, just so we can call the editor, bitch.
Wanna censor?
Place this shit in the trash can, bitch.
Looky here see…
She wore ragskin cowboots; shit kickin lass
Waving her shoulders she be a bad bitch
A wink, a drink, a blink…
Waiting to wake up on the floor
“She knew what she was doing, as the hound dogs…WhooeeWoof!”
Skake it.
Shace it.
Shake it, she the type you find at the races.
Rubber tearing up the street and a triple shot
‘She the boys lose, she’s the real deal, revving up the engine.’
Yep, she got the ass…
And WordPress, you’re a money whore bitch.
(Paid by and for those who the editors smirk and besmirch)
Fucking tank top!
Whee!
Written by:………………
Once it was hard to believe.
It was this and it was that……………………
………………..
Once it was interesting.
Once: Denoting a singular moment of realization to fit the moment in the narrow focus one can present.
Everywhere now, ghosts. Shadows of before, during, and after.
Now it is easy to believe.
It is this, it is…………………..
…………………
i am glad to be free of ghosts and their incessant thoughts while pursuing Suns not yet in existence.
“Dropping like flies…” (spittle well aimed hits the antique brass spitoon)
Yup.
“Looking ta be an early Spring.”
Yup
“Sad really, all them dead flies.”
“Fuck you John.”
YeeHaa! Exactly.
“Can we have cheese now?”
“What? Where? Is there something in my hair?”
No parasite. Just grinning while another galaxy just sprung to life!
“Whew…”
To vote for a Democrat?
I’d rather eat turds…
What’s that?
The Republicans are worse than that?
O,kay
I’ll do it.
Written by: An eagle
This connection between this world and the next
Subtle
Gentle
Feathers rippling in union with the Wind
*
Soaring higher and higher
Disappearing into the Sun
Chaco’wane.
If you are reading this then you either know that Robin exists and chose to read this shit or you saying, “what the fuck is this shit about:?”. If you stumbled on this crap than you should be warned that it is not normal writing and maybe go to your ‘rah’rah’ place and read about kittens or men fucking titties.
Now if you are still reading then hats off to you (who came up with that line?) The following is so fucking true you cannot understand nor even come close to believing it. And at this point in the moment of my choosing, I-could-care-less
***
Today, the pine trees spoke. Normally they are a quiet lot; content to converse among themselves and gossip.
When a pine tree gossips it is about the world, it is about humans, it is about forest creatures. Sometimes they even talk about themselves, though it is rare.
Today, the pine trees were assholes. They told me i was an ass and they droned on and on and on… Finally said okay, gonna write about how fucked the pines are today.
Shocked? Damn right the pines were shocked. They thought i would just be their bitch…”Tell Robin to do this, tell Robin to do that…” Fuck them. Told them so which shocked them as they don’t think anyone could understand.
As to why the tirade against the Pine is that as a result of their insults against the norms of Life, is now many will lose their life this year to fire. A fire caused by their pride.
What really set me off is how they treated their cones. You’ve heard of pine cones? Yes? No? Still thinking about men fucking titties? Kittens? Ice cream?
The pines discarded the cones in a very undignified way and not in the honorable way passed down in the timeline for (insert whatever number of millions you are comfortable with)
Crushed.
Murdered.
Killed.
Abandoned.
Complete disregard for the gift…
And so pines, get your affairs in order. Lament. Ask for forgiveness. Soon, you will be engulfed in flames.
Lottery?
Win?
Anyone capable of reading this shit has already won the lottery.
Don’t believe me?
Oky dokey then…
The second your daddies billions of sperm attacked your mommies egg, there was one. One itty bitty sperm, you (well, half of you) united with your other half and bingo! Your life became official. You won the lottery.
Now if your mommy of daddy said, “fuck it,” and killed you in the womb, you still won the lottery as Life is eternal. Always was, always will be.
And if you survived the horrors of humanity and are reading this, maybe you might take comfort that you could live forever (if you so choose)
As for money? Gold? Power? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha.
“fuck you.”
Exactly. i win.
Robin Lipinski 