But Mom…

“Can I huh? Can I mom?” Persistence of youth, especially a male child whose brain deals in the muddy waters of misguided absolutes, is astounding.

“No.” Mothers can communicate in the most simple way to get their point across in only a few words.

“Why? Everybody is going.” Ah yes! The age old response from one losing an argument.

“I don’t care, you cannot go.”

“But, but, but Mooooom… Please?” Starting to sound more like defeat mixed with futile hope.

“No. Now go clean up for dinner.”

Sigh, “Okay.” And off to his world of self the young lad went. Only, like so many young males (and a mothers closest thing to a challenge, young females) he had other plans…

*

Skipping forward in the age old story of obedience and disobedience we now project in your mind the picture of a boys empty room. It is empty because this lad snuck out of his room and went camping with some of his friends. Can you see it?

If you’re actually reading this ,what kind of room are you picturing? Is it a room filled with male paraphernalia such as half naked women in posters hanging on the wall? Is there a computer on a desk with some sort of stickers on it? A bed unmade? Dirty clothes on the floor?

Yes?

No?

Don’t give a fuck?

*

Now to what the room looks like. It is a room unlike any you could know. It was a gravitational pod filled with pulsing stems of high voltage. The hum would destroy any human ear drum, the voltage would eradicate any human flesh completely. It was here the young male lived on a planet filled with such advanced science combined with multi-dimensional constructs it was a bit overwhelming.

The young male was indeed biological and his parents were the typical male and female who combined the biological and the unexplainable ( maybe some day you will come to understand, but that day is not today.)

With his friends the group went camping to a primitive planet called, Earth. It was here they would camp among the species so dangerous and bizarre it was to be the perfect test of disobedience one could dream of, let alone bring to fruition.

“Damn, look at that,” the boy turned to talk to one of his compatriots to share his view of a young human female giving herself a shot of heroin.

“How bizarre.” It was at this time when a stray bullet from a gun fired in anger by an antifa activist against a fellow rival hit the boy and caused an explosion on par with a small tactical nuke.

And while it is sad the camping trip ended badly it only proved that mothers know best. It also proved true that Earth is a shit hole and should be left to be an exhibition at a cosmic zoo.

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever been camping?

A Temple

Jerusalem comes to mind after the dreams combine

Old men conscripted once again to serve a flag, an idea, a nation

Young hold their rifles with prides as they strut down the road to destruction

Jews check their laws and make new; better to make a law making breaking Old laws impossible

It is all about a temple; body; mind.

Such suffering now the child born and unborn

A result comes of ways tried, failed, and thought anew, a simple way where the Shepard returns

where with all to open their eyes and see for themselves

the real and true Reason for

the Temple.

Abortion: To kill a human

Abortion has been around for as long as humans figured out what natural ingredients ingested by a pregnant female would cause the baby to ‘die’.

Humans are excellent in devising new ways to kill each other and everything alive.

It does not matter if humans believe in God or god or gods, they still will choose what they desire to ‘live’ a life here on this planet. Money, gold, land, power, sex, food; endless list of endless desires.

Amazing how many humans choose life and how many choose death, much like how many place value and faith in the material goods of the this planet instead of God’s kingdom.

I can’t change minds of those who don’t believe in God or choose murder over life but then again I can’t make the Sun rise in the West and set in the East.

What i can do though is to know that nothing of this planet other than life has any value or meaning. Translated: i would rather have a single act of kindness stored in Heaven then to have all the gold/power/treasure here on Earth.

They Try

Every cage a bird?

A gilded cage or a piece of shit put together out of scraps thrown away from society.

I say, “Fuck them with kindness.”

You cannot destroy Life nor can you cage it, put it on your mantel, or ignore it.

Thankfully nothing of this world has any power over me Not one thing. Not ; nothing; minus; death; prison.

WordPress? This site sucks and only wants to make money without care for its clients, just like politicians are only looking for power/money.

Fly free birds, and shit on the cars/heads of those trying to catch and control.

Oh, and Mohammad did not believe in God, he believed only in himself.

Israel, 3/4 of you will convert eventually. 1/4 will be destroyed. Islam will become extinct.

“You’re fucked in the head.”

No parasite. Fucking is for fools.

Such Decisions

such to decide.

Should the world end in war or natural disaster or both?

So many ways

Maybe…Maybe though?

Could it be a cancer growing on morality and love?

With God, the decision is already made.

Watching?

How can anyone watch anything when you have five welsh corgi’s having a bark off contest?

“Woof ! “

woof !”

“Bark!”

Can’t even watch the sun set outside without Thor, Pluto, Sobo, Ladybug, and Orf, bark so fucking loud, it distracts.

Daily writing prompt
What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?

Asspects

Gluteous maxiumas. Heinie. Butt. Or as I prefer to say, ass. An ass makes a person unique.

Some people are horses asses and some people are shit. (product departing the ass)

There are big asses and little asses. Bulging asses and flat asses. All unique and…

“That’s not what the AI prompt coming from the WordPress meant asshole, they want the writers to be stimulated as say something poetic.”

Okay, well there are nice asses. there are those that bring up the comment, “Nice ass!” or “I’d like to tap that ass!”

“Again, not cool.”

Seriously? You got a thing about unique ass? (sigh) Okay. How about the uniqueness of a person to read minds? Or see the future? Maybe know when something is about to die? Is that unique enough for you?

“You really are an ass.”

Thanks, that is what makes me unique.

(soon agent Barton will be VERY busy being unique)

Daily writing prompt
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

Job Security

Technology as applied in meaning to have ‘advanced skills offered by the use of transformed materials.

Job? That means to expend energy upon a task. Today’s question denotes that the use of technology can change the expenditure of energy needed, either by self or the use of transformed materials.

“Does the use of technology change your job asshole? Geesh, just answer the fucking question like a normal human being.” Said by a brain dead reader most probably human and using transformed materials to read about my’ job’.

First, i am not human so technology as humans see transformed materials is meaningless to me.

Second, not being human means that the biological matrix of the shell currently being manipulated is more of a hologram; a pixal picture of perfection.

Third, in my’ job’ there is no change. Never has. Never will be. i have job security beyond your wildest imagination.

Fourth, a ‘job’ for me conjures up the picture of having to do work and as such, again, since i am not human i must be something with a given task. My joyous task is the death of entire worlds. i am the beginning and the end. The alpha and omega. My task is not a job, it is a pleasure.

My name is, Death.

Daily writing prompt
How has technology changed your job?

The Nunnery

Sister Jude. Hands down the best teacher as she knew about what she was teaching and i knew she knew.

“A swallow returning one day a year and lightly touching her wing to a giant stone wall crossing the ocean.

By the time the wall is worn away by the birds soft touch, eternity will not even have begun.”

Daily writing prompt
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?