“Dropping like flies…” (spittle well aimed hits the antique brass spitoon)
Yup.
“Looking ta be an early Spring.”
Yup
“Sad really, all them dead flies.”
go fer it parasite… sick em…
“Fuck you John.”
YeeHaa! Exactly.
“Can we have cheese now?”
Whee!
“What? Where? Is there something in my hair?”
No parasite. Just grinning while another galaxy just sprung to life!
“Whew…”
Vote!
To vote for a Democrat?
I’d rather eat turds…
What’s that?
The Republicans are worse than that?
O,kay
I’ll do it.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
Tip of the Feather
Written by: An eagle
This connection between this world and the next
Subtle
Gentle
Feathers rippling in union with the Wind
*
Soaring higher and higher
Disappearing into the Sun
Chaco’wane.
A Fucking Pine Tree
If you are reading this then you either know that Robin exists and chose to read this shit or you saying, “what the fuck is this shit about:?”. If you stumbled on this crap than you should be warned that it is not normal writing and maybe go to your ‘rah’rah’ place and read about kittens or men fucking titties.
Now if you are still reading then hats off to you (who came up with that line?) The following is so fucking true you cannot understand nor even come close to believing it. And at this point in the moment of my choosing, I-could-care-less
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Today, the pine trees spoke. Normally they are a quiet lot; content to converse among themselves and gossip.
When a pine tree gossips it is about the world, it is about humans, it is about forest creatures. Sometimes they even talk about themselves, though it is rare.
Today, the pine trees were assholes. They told me i was an ass and they droned on and on and on… Finally said okay, gonna write about how fucked the pines are today.
Shocked? Damn right the pines were shocked. They thought i would just be their bitch…”Tell Robin to do this, tell Robin to do that…” Fuck them. Told them so which shocked them as they don’t think anyone could understand.
As to why the tirade against the Pine is that as a result of their insults against the norms of Life, is now many will lose their life this year to fire. A fire caused by their pride.
What really set me off is how they treated their cones. You’ve heard of pine cones? Yes? No? Still thinking about men fucking titties? Kittens? Ice cream?
The pines discarded the cones in a very undignified way and not in the honorable way passed down in the timeline for (insert whatever number of millions you are comfortable with)
Crushed.
Murdered.
Killed.
Abandoned.
Complete disregard for the gift…
And so pines, get your affairs in order. Lament. Ask for forgiveness. Soon, you will be engulfed in flames.
Ha!
Lottery?
Win?
Anyone capable of reading this shit has already won the lottery.
Don’t believe me?
Oky dokey then…
The second your daddies billions of sperm attacked your mommies egg, there was one. One itty bitty sperm, you (well, half of you) united with your other half and bingo! Your life became official. You won the lottery.
Now if your mommy of daddy said, “fuck it,” and killed you in the womb, you still won the lottery as Life is eternal. Always was, always will be.
And if you survived the horrors of humanity and are reading this, maybe you might take comfort that you could live forever (if you so choose)
As for money? Gold? Power? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha.
“fuck you.”
Exactly. i win.
Surfin
Tween narrow and wide crack…
Weave and duck…
Whee!
(splash)
Who Gives Women Rights?
God?
Man?
Women?
A squirrel?
For that matter who gives men rights?
Who or what gives humans any rights at all?
“My body my right!” A mantra, a thought, an expression given by delusional species thinking they are ‘something’.
A maggot gorges in the festering putrid meat, growing fat from what was to what is now what will be. Feasting and growing fat and then when full attaining the body of a fly able to fly free and lay eggs on more rotting meat.
“I’m stronger than you and can kill you.” Bravado of the conquering man. Raping and plundering his way until he falls and the maggots feast.
Rights?
Strength?
Power?
In mankind’s acceptance of itself as a power unto itself, their minds are in full agreement and harmony with the mind of a maggot.
When mankind realizes it has no rights at all. None. That it has only the gift of life bestowed upon it, and with such knowledge gives thanks for this gift, only then will Life be the answer to all the questions.
very good God. Very well played.
