Robin Lipinski

And so there it was. A blur of sorts. An i am supposed to or not supposed to give?

Fuck Yeah!

Righteous shit!

And so God. Tonight you and me play poker

on a giant checkerboard

of

Dreams….

When the rabbits went wild they took along the crow and raven leaving that fucking Stellar Jay to drive a person to think:

First a sign up in smoke

Then there is the matter of spreading molten rubber in front of a bar, a gas station, and the scene of the crime.

Who dunnit? Ha!

Let me explain:

The bar needs serious repairs so it needs to burn down so the owners can buy relief.

The gas station is a hoot and Hoots needs to get paid.

And then there is the matter symbols and hate.

Local law enforcement they are nothing more than lackeys of a Court judging guilty before a trial? Oy yay!

Innocence is an illusion

Let me explain: Fire is a cleansing tool.

Hate is insane

And tomorrow is a day to build two more ways for a chicken to escape.

(almost need popcorn and cheese just to watch how humans play)

To be defiant while being crude, much like a salty dick, is marvelous.

For those trying to ‘fit’ in with likes and pretends is nausea with no end.

With age come an understanding so clear as I no longer give a shit about society or government or any form of religion, institution, glee club, alcoholics anonymous, or anything in any form derived from this planet so many love called, Earth.

Tried it you see, the game of life so many think is ‘cool’ or ‘nice’ or ‘neat’, and you know what? Life on this planet is great as long as no humans are around to fuck it all up.

I write for me and me only now, as I truly am fucked up pretending to be a human disease.

I draw for me and me only now as dried puke looks nice to me.

So fuck you WordPress, and any editor, reader, writer,

Narcissist? Absolutely not.

Arrogant? Absolutely.

Survivor? I shall see.

As for the rest to include friends, enemies, lovers, or any humans other than what’s necessary to pay bills… No fucking way.

In conclusion: How was your day?

Asked where I come from the answer is easy. I come from a place of dreams.

As to who I am, a long worded answer:

1. I am a Democrat. I believe in the right to kill babies in the womb. I believe God should listen to me instead of me listening to God. I hate Republicans and any idea or person that does not agree with me.
2. I am a Republican. I believe in the right to kill people with guns. I believe God listens to me instead of me listening to God. I hate Democrats and any idea or person that does not agree with me.
3. I am a fool.
4. 4.I’m

Who am I and where do i come from?

A place of dreams.

There is no envy when speaking of thanks

You all live in a world of hope and illusions

Grasping to such concepts as love and hate; Warring and killing then shedding tears to plant flowers while waiting for the thoughts of killing/revenge/and hate…over and over again and toying with what you think love can bring.

God allowed you to kill a part of itself and thankfully you retry over and over… to kill again.

With thanks you cling to sorrow and pain. Crossing the line between again and again.

Happy thanks giving humans. So full of something be it food, wine, experience, opinions, purity and sin.

if i were allowed to exist, it would probably be the ability to see it all of which i would give thanks. To try and see what you all see and cling too from the day of your birth until the day of your death.

Not in this world though, nor the next.

To be is nothing more than for to serve my King/Queen, of this their is perfect vision/clarity, and finally some eternal rest.

Amen.

You can choose to write of your thoughts and dreams

Putting into words what worlds you feel.

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In a cave they wrote with pictures; hunt, fire, stars, life of how it was to live

On the beach children build castles, play tic-tac-toe.

They write of being a child trying to explain.

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To vent against evil with prayer such as, “Our Father who art in Heaven,” and already so many reading will cover their minds, their eyes, their ears.

Or to those profane, “Fuck you all, I hope the world burns!”

What is gained? Why write? Why exist and try freedom of societies rules?

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Tonight I write and say, fuck you world. A world which can bury anything and all you write.

Except…

Your world cannot destroy the Dream.

(This is dedicated to every A.I. algorithm designed to thwart human expression. Designed to groom an entire world to embrace what it needs. And to them i say, not me…)

If Mohammad did not actually fuck goats

then has anyone?