Well, the barn is a great place to check out websites. Some really large bastards spin some awesome bug traps.
Course lately the Fall migration of spiders was pretty nice to watch as spiders spun webs and then took flight.
“Word press robots meant, internet websites, not spider webs.”
But the best website is the one that spiders spin above a television set and freaks out the human occupants by dangling in front of the tv.
Better than writing about my favorite historical event,
i mean,
why write about watching the world explode, (such a wonderful scene, so serene, bloody and horrific)
That’s why it is better to write about cheese puffs and how yummy they are.
Chromosomes within normal evolutionary scales of boundary.
Poland the nest of ancestor accumulation and bypassing natural herd migration.
Homo sapien resting assuredly with the accepted definition of human.
Born into a family unit of mother and father with accompanied siblings in a city called, Chicago.
Mentally acuity above normal and excelled in school attaining a degree in nursing.
Served in sacrifice on the ship, Hope.
Took a mate to liking and birthed a daughter who fell short in most parameters (another description is needed)
Firmly attuned with God and educational as to why to stranger and friend alike.
Adopted two male babies and raised them as if biologically connected.
Suffered the anguish of life and death leaving the world a better place than what was born into.
She was the best mother indeed.
I daresay this talk of dilly daddle…Next thing you know we’re all a twaddle.
(now down to business) Putting off? Seriously?
Time is now and now is time.
To control the seconds and their reflections”=;minions to pass the time.
:’Ih[ ho kool_l;”
See?
No?
At least… at least maybe, a smile?4
Of course, and there you have it all now (hurumph hurumph)
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Someday
One day
when the time is right, I might choose to put off writing.
You see, being possessed is a hobby of mine. Many times a week my head spins 440 degrees and I vomit pea green slime, which strangely tastes like pea soup.
It is extremely enjoyable to crawl on the ceiling like a sand crab AND I sizzle like an omelet when covered in holy water.
So, the question of what would happen if I lost all my possessions? I’d probably do the right thing and vote for that saint, Donald Trump and protest against killing babies , and donate to the poor, and help blind people cross the road, and, and, and…
To make it through the shit of the #1 priority of keeping this body/mind intact so to move on to the second priority on the list.
#2 priority is MUCH more fun.
So good to be so personal
Rooting around for the source
and then
without fanfare, forethought, or regret
to root around again.
Inhalation of air to soothe the life and lungs, giving way to a beating heart and sigh
“Hello,” a word of greeting into a world wearing pretend smiles
“Fuck off,” genuine for those receiving the the truth of a worlds heart
“Listen…” an order of making for sure the demise.
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There is truth when talking with the shadows following each and every placement of the feet. /to feel the wind, dust in the eyes, water from the sky, even laughing at bunnies.
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“How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do to make you feel peace?” A question making no sense when said by humans as they pretend to feel something, anything other than disgust and hate towards what is inside me.
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To fight a world, to destroy a world is easy in the silence leaving the success of screams.
To live in a world full of so many words in so many languages; trying to find which ones are real and which are nothing more than a disguise and make believe…
and yet…
when hearing a child learn of words, of speech, wonder in their voices. So simple. So serene. So real. Only a child knows the truth of words as they still are of the age where they still are cloaked in feathers of an angel, still feeling the hand of God, still in the wonderful part of the growing dream.
What words are accepted laying old upon a death bed surrounded by the very thoughts of minds speaking endless? So many words to ponder. So many words to remember. So many words and yet still comes the silence of darkness.
To pass into the light of reality leaving the disguises of words behind. Feeling the warmth, the joy, the peace, the contentment where words are not needed. Eyes closed eternal as the clock stops ticking on the wall, lips never more to move or utter; kissing now the silence of the dream.
What is ‘positive?’
I just told you, “Fuck you,” and I feel better. In fact I feel fucking Awesome. Not awesome enough to use a !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but awesome enough to feel positive.
Human emotions are like fermenting poo. Shit piles of potential left in the sun to dry and finally turn into dust where the wind can wear you like a candy string of sweetness.
So, fuck you. Fuck you very much. It may seem personal but it is not. It is…Good!
And now to go fuck with some elves.
