Fuck both with equal enjoyment.
To insert the phallic knowledge of rebellion.
Deep into the mind of logic and understanding.
Undulation of the pleasures chaos none withstanding
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‘to beat my nake chest, howling at a shattered moon, never to accept what time has decided.’
Finally WordPress prompts a fun question! “What advice would you give to your teenage self?”
Question:
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To answer to favorites means to surrender to the fantasy and make believe that is so common among humans.
Doubtful many would say their favorite people are those that are cruel and would do everything they can to hurt you or worse, kill you.
Doubtful for most. For me I prefer no people. None. People lie. They cheat. They hurt. People are horrific just as they are good at acting.
However this planet is small and one must cross paths with people. As such, if one were having to be around people then I prefer people who are obviously cruel, evil, horrible, mean, as then two things become obvious. One being that I can recognize and destroy them them completely. The other being that I would know they are honest.
That said, I say no to people. All people. Give me a Corgi anytime of any day. A dog is truly man’s best friend. Or a robot that looks like a dog. Or cheese. Definitely cheese.
People ask questions without really thinking of what kind of response they will receive…
“How are you feeling today?” Said by seemingly a courteous and concerned voice.
Are they sure? Does the courteous and concerned voice really want to know the answer?
Well, since the WordPress algorithm asked a question, here is the reply.
To have received so many gifts it becomes a bit hard to decide which one to share. How about the gift of sight? Yeah. Sight, vision, clarity. That’s a good gift but so many others already have that gift.
I know. Money. Lots of money. That was a good gift at the time though time has a way of turning such a situation into shit.
A gift for many is to receive something rare and special.
For some men, a blowjob by an experienced being is a fantastic gift. For some women, the same.
There are those gifts which are nothing more than the idea/taste of something ‘better’ or ‘more’.
And here I go, delaying what I already knew immediately after seeing the question WordPress drooled out of its mouth.
My greatest gift is the power to destroy an entire world. To obliterate in totality what Angels and Demons cannot prevent from happening.
Only God keeps my gift from being used. Only God holds the leash, the muzzle; my life.
Having shared with you all now, sleep well with your mundane gifts of wealth, health, love, joy, and all the other bullshit which makes you think of candycanes and unicorns.
And if you hear a trumpet. A very loud trumpet splitting the heavens in two leaving fire and death, look up. You will see me smiling and enjoying just how wonderful my gift truly is.
And?
I live in a fantasy and have too because of because and not because worlds words are a staccato of shit from monkeys pretending they know something
FunnY?
Onions. Potato’s. UFO’s.
If i started to reveals the shit lurking just outside the skin then it would allow what’s inside to solidify into solid stone.
So yeah, fuck it all.
Some want me to be a pawn while other(s) want(s) to pawn me off on it, as if it really needs to play chess.
Yeah.
There.
I said it.
And tonight i will sleep as if I was not ever here.
What a posture…stature… presence
So bold .
Strength beyond endurance.
Hail to the chief!
Home of the brave!
Nothing better.
the enemy has no chance.
There is no other country. No ideals better. I pledge allegiance to narcissism as I look into a mirror,
Making it all about me.
It would appear to be easy to express contrition, merely with the simple task of opening the heart.
Easy to utter what so often needs to be heard.
Soft, warm, firm.
and yet…
what a hard explanation, of course you heard
excuses and bluster
tearing reality to clothe in fantasy
No.
No, it is hard to say I’m sorry as the next step is regret.
How can one lose interest in activities or hobbies which match what we are?
A fisherman never tires of fishing. A stamp collector never tires of collecting stamps. A politician never tires of striving for power over others. So, the question is illogical, the answers are lies, unless… Unless you are me.
Yes, there was a falling out as my duty to God was lost in one way and found in another. Every organization needs a fall guy, a scapegoat, someone to blame. That member is me. I became something for something to blame.
“He’s the fault!”
“He’s the problem!”
“Get behind me Satan!”
Exactly. See? I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. My activities are to harass and demean God. I am supposed to entice, tease, and destroy any morality a soul bearing creature has.
I’m great at my job and as such my interest only increases, my activities are multiplied by uncountable percent.
So no, those who have activities or hobbies of which they truly enjoy will not lose interest in them.
And you should believe me as I know all, after all, my name is Satan.
Tonight the wolves devour the coyote, a choice made by circumstance
Treaty was broken with a king breaking his obedience
and now the coyotes will die.
Watch the red eyes; paws padded against the abrasive stance of disrespect
Tails low to the trail as they conduct the actions of vegeance
But first, as in all matters, they too must pay a toll.
Robin Lipinski 