whee!
Happy New Year! (gulp)
It’s a Bittcchh!
Written by: Physics
“Sweet the caress as the ground swallows a fallen tree”
or,
in other words…
The most positive impact one can have on this planet is when materials/matter falls on you.
An example:
- asteroid
- rock
- brick
- branch
- ice
- baseball bat
- car tire
An endless list of kinetic energy being released upon your body and leaving the potential for more.
Thus, it can be said, “Gravity is a bitch.”
A Fun Sport!
Written by: A monster
Since monsters first roamed the Universe there has always been the sport of killing.
Death: Death is a wonderful sport. To lead your team into the battlefield of utter destruction.
Planet after planet turned into a sterile glazed brick of lifeless nothing.
After billions of billions of trillions of ‘time moments’, the sport of killing may seem to get boring, and for good reason. Do something long enough the thoughts of the team start to stray into other arena’s. Some players even start to think about maybe creating life, or baking bread, or just playing some pranks on a solar systems life force by changing the sun’s color to pink or green.
Thankfully for Team Death, the uniforms are so uncomfortable and unbearable and unwearable, the color black is the only soothing thing about them and the thoughts of those team members wearing them only think of Death.
And death will never be stopped because the teams mascot is always in the shape, form, and ideals of a New Jersey mother-in-law. A perfect motivation for a monster desiring to win at the game.
Daily writing prompt
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
China “Zhongguo,”
i know little of the China today… Mostly that the people are now guided by evil. A ‘good’ evil.
Society. Structure. Survival, as evil manages to survive in all shadows.
Shadows: A family familiar. And scorn.
There has been a change to the program. Light is now centered in the Old earth, at it grows…It grows hungry.
i will destroy the China of today and replace with tremendous force to bring Sinim back from the ashes.
Finally… a real job.
Touch now, the vibrations.
死亡
Happy Birthday!
Written by: The Star of Bethlehem
Happy birthday Jesus.
It is good to see you came.
Today the sky sings.
Whee!(d)
Written by: Whee!(d)
- Jesus
- Pizza
- chocolate
- Pizza
- (a whee bit of the devils cabbage mixed with a little shine)
Whee!(d)!
Sitting on a cube of ice
Written by: (Not a fucking penguin)
Oh what a tease the Sun was today
Casting shadows on the lake today
Fully exposed by holes drilled in the sky to let the fish see’
Swimming all secure below me
(but there was the hook. baited. worms and all. waiting…)
“Got one!”
Yeehaw, another perch took flight and the sun replied, “Yeah. Whatever. Okay.”
Scratching Water
Written by: A closet beaver
There is water underfoot; flowing; seeping; going capillary, going gravity
Oozing in the layers
Showing the rods just where to drill (Todd, it will be a gusher)
*
Some people say, “witching,”
Ha! I say, bullshit.
Witching makes the water as if by magic, God made the water already
let it be explained.
*
Inside you flows water divine.
Full to the brim with piss and shit
So too, the planet.
*
Water speaks to water just as a heart can beat with hate or love, frigid or passion.
All around hydrogen and oxygen combine
but wait, there’s more.
*
A smile today as the teeth of the excavator took a dip and scratched the surface
and there now flows a stream
thanks God, for the water.
Mocking / The/ Stone
Written by: A Sandstorm
Today ends the day of the Winter solstice
Revelers frolic amid fleshly smiles in a setting given name: Stonehenge/’ (nurcos)
Numbers of hearts multiplied, children of earth playing games with what they truly mock.
Casting stones in anger
Skipping stones upon the water
Hygging
Stropshtir
Becknoni
Oowlssssssssss hissssssssss as a tree weeps and shakes in anger
Tonight though, tonight free from such human thoughts, soul drenched in ice cold fier re er
rejoice…
To dance with my son
To dance with my daughter
To sip memories with my siters och broder
Shaking with lagu
Swim a bit in a mud puddle
Written by: A tadpole
To thread the eye of a needle and then sew a world torn apart
Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down in repetition as the machine hissed sunlight and darkness
Morning and evening
Year after year of a thread running bare, a machine running on madness, and continuation of the tear.
It was time for a change, a time to unplug from a world, a time to be a cloud.
Free from the needle and thread
Free from the hate and evil of a world
Free to be nothing more than a thought.
Robin Lipinski 