Robin Lipinski

Three years and nothing has changed.

first and foremost, artificial intelligence does not like me dabbling with their algorhythmic plans. That’s okay and good for them; emotionless bits of data encryption of shit if you were to ask me.

Fairies exist. Always have. Always will

Funny how humans want to travel the stars. It is easy to do so if you know how which is why fairies exist.

Anti-matter/matter. qurons. neutrino’s. Rockstar energy drink. My dick. A corgi’s ass. And cottage cheese… What does everything have in common?

Atoms?

Chemicals?

Periodic table of elements?

God?

i see fairies. Right now before my two little orbs of eyeball matter i see anti-matter. i feel it. taste it. smell it. hear it.

Imagine pulses of light so intense they would blind you if it were not for the fact the flash only lasts .00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 second. Replaced with a darkness so dark it only lasts .00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 second.

Now imagine what use such polarizing flashes of light have to do with anything. Did you guess time travel? Ha! Did you guess traveling faster than the speed of light? Ha! Did you imagine fucking a whore in the Philippines? Ha!

A world of fairies exist all around you and inside you. It has to be this way or there would be no planets, life, black holes, or cheese. (cottage cheese: have to put it on my shopping list)

I now care nothing for this planet to a degree even more powerful than before. A giant fucking illusion of crap.
“Oh, but what you do here on Earth is important.”

NOTHING you do on the illusion makes one bit of difference if you also don’t do it in my world.

My world is a world where fairies actually have a personality and story, unlike this shithole planet.

So, want to travel the stars with ease and speed. Sorta like ‘instant’. Able to go a million light years in only a second. To torture the militaries and agent Barton of this planet.

It is not about control of fairies. It is not about forcing fairies to do your bidding. It is simply to become a fairie yourself.

So, a group of BLM and Antifa members claim to be fighting against facism and racial discord while calling police pigs and stating that they want the police members children to be raped and killed.

Perfect!

Evil is embraced. Goodness is scorned.

How is it that a human thinks that by embracing evil they will become powerful? Successful? That evil is ‘good’ for them?

Interesting how all of Jesus’s apostles were martyred except one, in the most horrendous and brutal way. And of course Jesus was exposed the most cruel form of humanity of which Evil could command. And yet such groups representing the true face of evil such as the KKK, Nazi party, Communists, Dictators, BLM, Antifa, and all the other ‘named’ groups of evil claim they are the face of ‘good’ while reaping the luxury of earthly emotions to include pride, envy, sloth, gluttony, greed…

Look into the eyes of a human. They speak volumes. Each chapter an entire story of choice.

What is the moral of this bit of writing? There is none because each and every human already knows… They are born with the Knowledge of what it is, how it is, and why it is…

For me, it is, a game… Watching the goal lines, the choices humanity makes; a battle of wills.

Will you?

or

Will you not?

The answer is obvious in your eyes.

Halloween.

A fun day for children which are allowed to enjoy the fantasy of costumes and candy.

Some drop religion into the day with good feelings and bad feelings.

Witches. Goblins. Politicians…

But this is just another day.

If I were to say what truly is scary to be around on this shit hole planet, the answer is easy: Humans.

Humans. The entire species of every color and gender are fucking frightful.

I rather be around real witches (not the human wannabes) Goblins. Ghosts. And talking pumpkins.

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A jumbled mix of loops mixed

Straight and narrow does not, nor can it ever

exist.

Try, to draw a circle where the ends seem to meet

but not really as in between the lines are

straight.

Curved?

A circle?

Straight?

An exercise in knots, of knowledge

when always

the lines change…

Scurrying; hurrying; on the way to another side

Frost and snow today, mud and water tomorrow

and still the little fella tempts his fate

From one side of the road to the other

Back and forth, back and forth, with a brief pause in the middle just to see if he might be brave.

Even watching one stick his head up between the bars of a cattle guard with a laugh on its face.

Must say, a chipmunk is great and lack nothing when defining courage, unlike a squirrel

which if they had thumbs, they would be sucking them every time a car goes by

while they cling to trees.

Gobble gobble… could be?

or more likely, Erdogan is just being a silly little boy!

No?

Not France, not Greece, not Russia, but… China? Mmmmm…. .. . .. . Soooooooo tasty!

So, gobble gobble and sneeze

with such glorious vibrations mixing with the sunsets.

From a vast aquifer flow never the reserve or finite

From, or better to say, to

waters sweet to mind

Channeled

Focused

and for all the endless supply, narrowed by what some could call, chance…

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only

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with a simple turn of a handle it becomes able to limit such vast possibilities, such infinite passions…

as such, the thirst is both quenched while it still lingers until appreciation cracks the pipe.