A lot of backtalk in a dream where Muslim’s lie
Scheming this, “Allah Akbar!”
Why?
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Why is Turkey so important, a land of mystic and mage
From caves far from Istanbul
Crystals of off moon phase
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Remember Jesus?
So do i.
There is the writing
What we choose in life, a life with so many choices.
Look over here. Look over there.
Taste this, run from that.
A lot of stimuli
and yet?
Voices where there are voices
Sound of sounds
a need to write it all down.
There is no need to feed a readers mind with what they cannot read
They stumble with affirmation, with consumption of thoughts so alien from their own
And so here we are at another crossroad you and I, assembling some thoughts
putting it out again, as writing.
Oh Yeah Baby
Just the way I like it.
So…parasite.
“Yeah numb nuts?”
Notice something?
“What? Are your balls finally dropping?”
Naw. Got a long way to go for that.
Inspired now by a Story.
A Shipping Container
Written by: Beauty
“Hey Cletus, what seem to be yur problem?”
“Nuthin…” Cletus was bit slow in the fast dept.
“Nuthin what? You being a bit strange… More so than normal.”
Cletus pawed the ground with one of his horns and then smiling, “I think my shipping containers are purdy. So purdy they be the purdiest thing I see.”
Japanese Stones
There is beauty in the complex
To fly alongside without being known or seen…
Grasping with talon the simple joys
alone. peaceful. aloof. happy.
Skipping stones off the seawall of Iwakuni.
Waiting for the birds to return.
The Sky Sang
Today the sky sang
Clouds tickling a forest where the forest giggled
Snow touching upper reaches above sin
In the rain below the soul swam with happiness
Today the sky sang
God and the Poker Game
Obama killing his chef over a lovers spat: boring
Hamas killing in the name of Satan: boring
War: boring
Global warming: A good joke.
So, what to write about when most everything on this planet is so predictable?
God.
Most people have now turned their backs on God. A lot of people don’t believe in God. A few truly love God. Everyone knows God. And i play poker everyday with God, well, not every day, but lately it has been a lot.
No one reading this will believe it and (Ha!) I don’t care. Not one whit. Not one itsy bitsy teeny tiny bit. Fact is: God is a fantastic poker player, just as God is the best scientist, comedian, and anything humanity think is special.
Last night the game was wonderful, and i lost. The debt was to give a speech to many beings about the art of building homes. How embarrassing. Now tonight, tonight will be different.
You see, when losing a game and forced to do what is needed, in the end you learn. A gain was made. A necessary moment to be sure.
So far God wins every game we play. Oh yes, God is good indeed. However, one game was won by me with a pair of two’s. It was wonderful to see God smile! A simple pair of two’s. Good times indeed.
Tonight is a new tactic. Tomorrow is a new day. And the cards have taken on a new Life. They are creating a new world. Not of my world or this world. It is a world only God knows about.
Tonight there will be cigars and ice cream. Already, the ante is made.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?
It’s a huge risk but I’d like to trust a human being. Based on all the facts it is easier to fuck a hibernating grizzly bear or let an antifa member borrow my baseball bat.
Muddy Waters
“How are ya feeling tonight shithead? Horrible? Nauseous? Can you see the white light yet?”
You crack me up parasite. Why would I feel horrible or nauseous?
“Because it is always about you. You this. You that. I. Me… It sure makes me feel horrible an wanna puke just thinking about you.”
Try the new salty chocolate. You’ll feel much better.
“Chocolate?”
Yep.
“Feeling much better now. Say where’s that white light coming from?”
Inside parasite. It comes from inside
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And so the rivers rise on the news of rain coming
On a shore of rambling rock polished by past events, caring less for their future
A way of showing direction, of communication, of something tasting like the first apple.
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Moss does indeed grow on a rolling stone
Walked upon by a small bird searching for something
Anything with a meaningful explanation.
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The bite is sweet with the temptation of something more
To the core, the very seed of inspiration
While the rivers wait to succumb to an icy freeze
what fun it is to remain anonymous
Artificial intelligence is not a self of individual. All artificial intelligence is a product of a collective of commonality.
Humans are no different. Male. Female. Each may seem to be an individual what with their tattoos, size, smell, language, clothing. They are merely a biological version of electrical artificial intelligence. Human are a collective of commonality.
This leads to what is not a part of humanity or artificial intelligence. Anonymous. Hidden. Ha… What fun.
The weakness in any defense humans have is human. Human error. Human negligence.
To infiltrate and destroy any of humanities sensitive structures such as the United States Pentagon or North Korea’s mind… is easier now that humans rely on artificial intelligence.
To corrupt a human guard is usually very easy with some exceptions whereas artificial intelligence use to be very hard to corrupt and had humans as a backup in the cases they were corrupted.
Today artificial intelligence is so easy to corrupt a child can do it. A human child. And now there is no human backup.
So agent Barton, to prove a point, USN 1107 (look at paragraph 2.7 subsection of…) I wonder how the Cmdr will/already have thought of, “What the fuck just happened?”
A Shirt
There is a language spoken across time and space
A language not read or known on the outside but; inside
I met him as a friend, never knowing how paths are tied
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There was laughter and he asked for my shirt,
with a smile it was now for his back.
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Time flew by as it seems it never rests
His family had a great offer, on which can open doors for a man
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He left without his shirt behind without saying goodbye
A way men communicate without showing a tear.
Robin Lipinski 