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Fun to write about something and not knowing a damn thing about it…

How To Play Golf

Written by: An Expert

Golf is a great game. Many famous people play golf. There is Moses, Attila the Hun and even our local celebrity, Bob, who own an actual mini-golf club. A very hard club to get into as the doors are usually locked while Bob is sleeping off a whisky drinking game.

Anyway, golf is an easy sport. It involves a stick, a ball, and ample supplies of profanity and whisky. If you play golf with Bob he usually brings extra whisky.

The object of golf is the same age old quest of many a man; to put something small into a hole. Many men spend lots of time trying to put a ball into a hole and will drink a lot of whisky and swear like a sailor until the ball is either lost in the woods or ends up in a hole of some sort.

Honesty is the most important aspect of the game. Precise tally of how many times it takes to hit a ball into a hole is the holy grail of sportsmanship. Rarely does anyone lie about how many times they hit the ball. Ironically a lot of politicians play golf and they usually utter nothing but lies.

Women play golf also. Some are very good golfers. Some women though discovered a golf stick (club some say, mainly neanderthals)some women discovered that swinging a club against their male friends car, those men who drink too much whisky and end up feeding money in a strippers thong.

There. Easy peasy.

Just drill a hole in the ground. Get a good strong stick and some balls. Any balls will work. Tennis balls, ping pong balls, and most balls with the exception that basket balls and bowling balls should only be played in golf by neanderthals who then use a club.

So get out there and enjoy all the honesty and pleasant folk who will say nice comments about your game, “You suck! It’s better you stop and let us play through!”

(now, if golf is not for you there are always a good sport of visiting an opium den)

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Inside a mind

but first,

but, but, but… okay

looking first into the title it must be said it is easy to be inside the minds of Life when the mind inside this illusion does not exist…

Now, inside the mind of President Donald Trump.

*

Power play with minimal effort.

“I want Greenland to be a part of the United States!”

Simple.

Easy to say.

Makes some American minds ooze with joy and pisses off the minds of all but 6% of those living in Greenland.

So….?

Perfection!

Denmark invokes its tribal rights.

Citizens in Greenland voice their collective opinions.

United states people don’t give a shit

So…?

End game plan.

56% of Greenlanders would vote gain independence from Demark. The carrot on the stick is the United States will back Greenland on it’s choice to become its own country. It will help to sweeten the pot for Greenland with military aid, commerce, and brain washing (mind dippining)

And now Trump is thinking about…well, beep beep!

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Inner Dimensional Experiment

Written with the metaphor of job placement.

Inspired greatly by unconstrained mental energy.

*

It does not matter who Robin Lipinski is as it is nothing more than an illusion of applied energy.

I do not exist. Not at all and with non existence there is good company as you don’t exist. So, if you and I don’t exist than what does exist?

The answer is the reason for the experiment of dimensional placement.

Job Opening: Placement of energy to be applied in the most efficient and logical organized paradox boarding on the possibility of chaos. All applicants screened as to durability and ability.

now, what does exist? I exist and you exist… Fucked up write? Right on baby, right on. You may now be left with a thought of, “This is weird and makes absolute (ly) no sense.” And that is because you don’t exist and I don’t exist.

(so now, a little story of what does and does not exist)

Drag queens, queers, LGBT, saints, sinners, evil, good, blah de fucking blah blah blab blubber stutter gag puke inhale/exhale ants bird fish comets moons… don’t exist and yet they do.

When on the atomic level of understanding how a proton pops and disappears, neutrons, X rays.

“Are you applying for the job?”

who said that? “You did.”

And who are you? “You know.”

God? “Ha! Wanna play another game of poker?”

Absolutely.

*

The gears shifted. The worlds tilted. And then the three dimensions dissolved into nothing.

Jesus is the Son of God. The One God. He suffered and died as He had too. He had a job to do and to do the job He had to apply Himself. He is perfect and had to endure imperfection to the level where imperfection was the perfect evil.

What job are you applying for? If you prefer to not exist than the job application is already signed and your job is nothing more than to provide scenery for others applying for a job.

If you prefer to exist than your application process just became extremely complicated.

Would you like the job of Judas? Maybe Peter? Or Mary Magdalene? Too Biblical? Don’t believe in God? No problem, there are many other jobs.

Maybe you would like to be a spider? Free to feed and survive?

Hitler? The worlds always are looking for energies to be a Hitler. Or maybe your job is to fling energy and shit at God? That might be the perfect job for you. Hate. Cruelty. The worlds don’t care and nor should they as they too don’t exist and do exist.

So many jobs. With each comes the rewards of a job well done and a job unfinished.

And there is great news. Even if you don’t exist you are being placed in the job you will do best at.

A word of warning though, this is your one and only chance to choose. To exist or not exist. To become what you can truly become with the sole decision residing inside your vibrations. Call it good or bad, (both don’t exist. both exist.)

Now, the test question: What job are you applying for?

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The Shopping List

Tumultuous bands of energy ever expanding; ever vibrations oscillating for ever and ever…

and then,

there was light.

*

Of light there has always been a light to guide the flow of push-pull.

Of beings cracking their veneers to reveal and slide to the next dimension of something some call, consciousness.

*

Contained, or better yet, confused?

(your language abilities set aside from mathematical theories regarding absolutes is indeed a living and narrow gauge of feeble attempts to understand something when acting upon nothing)

and so… a simple story for humans.

***

The Need.

Born of flesh composed of mineral and water. Bestowed with the spark of Life. A biological machine of need and understanding.

Sucking the breast to pull nutrients into a soft and vulnerable body, the baby pulled the teat as if their lives depended upon it.

Cooing in communication. Warmth. Water. Sleep. Security. Food. Five needs always important, always there at the edge of death and destruction.

Soon as in moments of a scripted time line of variables so inline and predictable the child ‘soon’ puts forth the energy to pursue its needs.

Warmth. Water. Sleep. Security. Food.

Growing into a replication of the host. Energies harvested to pursue the replication of self into what a species truly needs… Advancement.

A world littered with retreat as 99.99% of all species on all worlds failed in their needs, and why?

Why cannot the machines of life attain the most simple of needs?

Some ask God, god, gods why.

Some ask nothing.

Some curse and cry.

i however just change dimensions and needs.

simple

easy

and it is called, Life.

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Ground Swell

Can the earth get an erection?

Yellowstone is a hot hole of steamy lust boiling for an eruption

California is confused at which way to swing to destruction

Russia with such stoic hardness where ice cold is much better than molten hot

yet

Japan loves paper and traditional positions

Greenland laughs as not even penguins need protection

and so

yes,

yes the planet can get constant erections, and the orgasms?

When the planet cums then all life to especially include humans…

are merely disposable condoms.

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Which one?

  1. As Timmy, an eight year old boy, “Today I learned how to put a condom on a cucumber.”
  2. As a Democrat lesbian born 80 years ago in Chicago named, Millie: “I learned a long time ago that prunes are truly a miracle food.”
  3. As a dog named Thor: “I don’t need a skill for anything as I can lick my own balls.
  4. As a patriotic military member of the United States: “I learned a lot of Americans hate Americans.”
  5. “As a gold fish I learned that swimming in circles…As a gold fish I learned that swimming in circles…As a gold fish I learned that swimming in circles.”
  6. As a porn star named Candy: “I learned candy is dandy! And loves Benjamins!”
  7. As an owner of Worpress: “I learned a great knowledge and skill in being able to charge money so people can pretend they are writers AND pay me good money to do so. Suckers.”

I could go on but there is a rerun on tv needing to be watched so the final one is,

8. As God who made an important announcement of a pending action: “Here, hold my beer…”

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There were scratches of white this morning

scoring across the sky

one

and then two

three

shooting stars some say.

Amusing and wonderful to discover,

I

am

insane.

Whee!

(thud)