Robin Lipinski

oh,

yes,

pussy.

Men love sex. They love pussy, vagina. they love the slurping sucking sound of passion.

No?

You’re not human? Okay. Then go fuck yourself.

You see. I have no inhibitions.

The wet vagina. The tingling clit. The moans.

and what?

i can enter a whore house of trepidation and still think of God.

Why?

You could not fucking understand.

Understand this.

i am a bit… unique.

Not a eunuch, not gay, not straight…

i am

i am not human.

(sip)

so lets try.

To express what i am would leave no words to remain.

Nothing special indeed.

and yes, pussy is a nice distraction.

humans still have a long, long, way…

and tonight,

another glass of brandy, and pussy, and,

whee!

right then…

a joke of glass and stone.

two for the price of one in the ‘demon’ zone

only

rocked by righteous mind of accord

“Just don’t say I’m damned for all time!”

he who is without sin throw the first stone

only

violent trembling of temptations

(rerun, replay, reward)

20 pieces of silver to the highest bid of blood money

“You might as well take it… a fee, nothing more”

(transition)

if stone grinds the soul then how then does the then flower of peace then grow from then crumbled remains?

You see…

a stone flew today in same place

a form of communication

from a wasteland where mortals live a form of illusion

cast with force

high above the sky

rocked and rocking…

only,

i am no fool,

no,

free

free from a world where stones can be used hostile

(poor language skills nonwithstanding and whereupon the stamp of hand)

Laugh now, there is nothing to be scared (of, for, with)

even now, another rock sings and dance.

it is way to feel it

to find peace where so many seek to destroy

there are no walls, cages, forests, deserts, armies

safe

so safe with it

it is

what i need.

(small picture)

floating in a womb of comfort; surrounded by chaos and pain

a pill form shape given to house the energies

from the body spread tentacles of movement

tapping the core of planet and space

touching, tasting, tearing times fabric asunder with delight and mistake

There: cApiTal (insert password)

Here: mundane

hand covering advancing armies full of collective pride while the individual shits their bowels

yet?

celebration?

why?

A wet gap open and gives birth now, a new form to take

Birds soar no more in disgust

this an answer to the flames.

A nice man from Punjab, India. The dinner was much like what once was. It has been years since such.

Intellect.

Kindness.

Interaction of questions and debate.

He liked the No No sauce. Only two drops. Nice.

As such in times of such there is such inspiration to spill the mind onto the paper of guts.

I’ve written into stone what has to be now as there is nothing here ever more for such as me.

Bittersweet? Maybe if the taste now was licorice and yet…

Some time to write as it is to be me.

***

Born nothing special other than to claim absolute title to bastard.

Full of joy and peace.

So much, so much so it really becomes almost impossible to believe.

There is no need to travel the stars as the stars reside inside

Warm

Close

Twinkling as my heart beats.

There is no more a home here with this living dream, no more attention driven as a sharp spike deep.

Keep your wealth and money

Feed insecure beliefs

Age the clock until those lying hands rust and corrode away

leaving in place a timeless realm where the mind can still play.

A journey of make-believe where if the eyes close i can still dream

then to open awake inside to dance with my friends once more while the drum beats

To laugh and cry, help and try, giving and receive

in this once more to find life, joy, and peace.

So Pamy…

Thanks.

If is a nice human word. A word of potential energy being converted to kinetic energy.

If: Example.

If I were Iran I would hate America.

If I were Iran and hated America and was being attacked by America I would retaliate.

If I were Iran and was being attacked and my leadership was destroyed and my reign of power was almost finished, I would finish America

If I were Iran and developed enriched uranium and America wanted my uranium I would give America my uranium.

If I were Iran I would give the America a bomb of sorts in such places as LA, New York, Washington DC.

If I were Donald Trump or America I would not be happy with enriched uranium going boom.

If, if, if…

then again, i am not Iran nor Trump nor America.

and if I was back in my world i would breathe deeply with a sigh of relief and forget this world entirely.