Doomed to repeat it.
Move the i and add a t
ha! fucking hilarious. Now, Iran. Iran and sparkly lights. BOOM! Out go the lights.
To the southeast the mushroom cloud was large indeed.
Lamenting and tears. Talk of suicide and death.
Have people forgot North Korea? The little prick endowed sister loving mad man with his very own nuke?
Prediction: Those forgetting the present will become victims of the past.
In other words, never leave yogurt outside in the heat.
Whee!
Why?
Why is it that when washing socks in a washing machine there is always a missing one when finished. Seriously, after years of washing socks and being frugal with them I am missing hundreds. Where do they go? I’ve checked the filters. I’ve checked the sofa. Those fuckers disappear without any evidence as to why.
The Beverly Hillbillys are excellent to watch. Jed. Elle May. Jethro. Ha! What a fucking hoot! Raising cows in a tennis court. Those are my kind of folks.
Now why am I writing this shit? Is it because Old Crow is flying into my brain cells? Ha! Fuck yeah.
( Had to delete so you have to resort to looking at the keystrokes just erased. Sorry about that. ((not really)) not sorry for anything except wanting to know where those fucking lost socks went)
Sheriff Giddings once said “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Now the poor sod is sodden.
West Virginia! Whee! Gonna buy a shack and tell the world to get lost. Gonna stay away from the zombies. Gonna catch fish. Gonna watch fire flys. Gonna play with corgis.
Now, haven’t written a poem in awhile, a while, a spell, a bit. And, fuck the poetry crittics. Everyone is a poet whether they either know or don’t have a fucking clue.
(inspired by a humming bird. A real fucking piece of what for me is reality)
***
Concoction
There the hard reality of soul resides
sighing
Giving thanks unspoken while retaining the motions of life.
A small egg tendered with care to give flight to motion
A wing
A prayer
A flight where to meet with air tipped and enrich with flower.
Yes, and always so as to deny only brings the darkness of night
Swirling and twirling and hovering with trial
Always striving to cling to what is real
and Life.
***
(Whee!)
Now, where are those fucking missing socks!
105
Yesterday the temp was 105. Hot. Weird drivers. Crazy planet.
Today watching a hummingbird bury her little head completely inside a flower. Wonderful. 86 degrees. Work done and it’s Friday. Whee! Old crow and diet Dr. Pepper with ice cold ice. Wonderful indeed.
Currently getting a nice foot bath by Orff. Corgi’s are the best plus there is the added benefit of getting enough shed fur that spinning the hair into strands enables more research into knitting corgi hair sweaters. Probably sell them on Ebay for $100.00
“Write everyday,” someone somewhere always says. Write. Write. Write a book. Write a recipe.
Are you a writer? If so, why? Why feel the letters in your fingesr trying to attach themselves to your brain while at the same time pausing to take a drink?
Heard about a guy who wrote a book using only A.I. Why? That’s sorta like asking a toaster to make the bread first.
Rattlesnakes? Fuck, they are EVERYwhere. Mice population has plummeted though. Yellow jacket nests are cropping up everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere. Where everything is is speeding up their advances towards immortality!
Financial advice: Spend your treasure on whatever you want. Loser it all in the stock market, buy drugs, donate to the lesbian dwarf foundation. And what’s with this GoFund shit? “My daddy lost his left testicle to a rampaging goldfish. Our goal is $500 to buy him an artificial nut made out of clay. Please donate today.”
(sip)
Yep. Just more fucking insanity. Time really does not exist. God really exists. Corgi’s are fucking awesome. Oh, and saw pigman today. Am I sure glad I don’t work for them anymore. (or is it, I sure am glad I don’t work for them anymore? I tend to get confused. Oh look,a pipe cleaner and a shackle in a furnace tempering to make the steel even stronger.)
Oh shit, I just lost my nut sack. Better go get another drink and start a GoFund
Squirrels rock!
=
“I’m only human.”
Perspective
A crack whore looks at a day through the lenses of obtaining the means of the next high. Selling her body so to poison her body.
A navy sailor on watch stands on the bridge of the ship looking at the world with order of military precision, boredom and sometimes shear terror.
A politician views his/her world as one of power and yes, corruption.
A believer in a deity looks at the world with a controlled form of obedience to that of which they accept.
So much perspective. A poor person often pursues a fantasy of becoming a rich person. A rich person to become a kind person or maybe even a richer person.
A fat to be thin. A. A. A.
What’s your perspective parasite?
(munching on some recently discovered canned dog food the parasite replied) “That you are retarded.”
Perspectives. Objective. Adjectives. Negatives. Positives.
Today I watched J.P. piss on a rattlesnake. He did not see the snake as he let go and yet was very surprised to see and hear the rattlesnakes announce it was not only pissed on but pissed off.
J.P. also got stung over eight times today and broke his ipad.
A worker for J.P. got to see me pick up yellow jacket nests with my bare hands to prove that fear is what drives them to sting. They both got to see a perspective that i fear nothing and as such i am not stung.
From my perspective; to see a world lost to itself. Brief moments of kindness replaced with the cold hard reality of a battle between good and evil. To see the evil win over the domination of this planet and fail absolutely over the world of what matters.
What does matter? A question of perspective and a simple one to answer. What matters is the realization of when one embraces evil and then embraces goodness and then the reasons as to why.
Fire
Striking flint to cause a spark to cause a fire so as to keep the zombies at bay.
Tomorrow
or is it yesterday?
Norway plays England.
Da Bear!
Whee!
Go Norske!
“Right over there by the taco store.”
Was asked today if Satan talked to me. Ha, Satan does not ‘talk’ Satan imbeds. A virus. A corruption of thought, body, mind, soul.
Satan. Lucifer. Pick a name. Feel an influence. Your ‘free will’ might choose to deny, your mind block, your body justify with science. Your soul however, your soul is not yours totally. Your soul is on loan almost like a test drive. Your soul knows when Satan imbeds and when God speaks.
The question today should have been, “Does God talk to you?” The answer is obvious, yes. God talks to me and i talk to God.
The main problem for humans is that they think the are the existence. That this world is their world. That reality is what they taste, touch, feel, smell…They forget that their soul see reality for what truly is real, a connection to God.
As for A.I. and agent Barton, wow, you will never really know will you?
The other night the earth cracked so loud it woke up a lot of rock, and now the rock is pissed off.
“You’re nutso.”
Hey parasite, you my friend, are correct.
“Can we have ice cream?”
Ha! What the fuck do you think?
“Yes?”
Absolutely. First leave that yellow jacket alone.
If
Hitler. Words have a strange glow presented to the ear hearing the vibrations. H it ler. A lot of people have spoken and heard that word, Hitler. A lot know Hitler was the face of the Nazi regime.
A lot of people know Persia is a country now called Iran.
A lot of people don’t know that Iran and Nazi policy are brothers in hate with Jews being the target.
Now Trump is a target. Trump knows his mortality is soon to prove to be an immortal legacy. A target. A lot of people hate Trump; wishing death, demanding death, hoping for death, even praying for death.
Death. Hitler. Iran. Part of the society of evil and hate.
Assassination. Murder. Jihad. “God told me to kill in ‘his’ name.”
Words have a strange glow presented to the ear hearing the vibrations.
Trump. Hitler. Iran. Jews.
Deth. Dath. Deeth. Death. Duth. D. D. D. Donald Trump.
When Trump is killed there will be celebrations. There will be lamenting. There will be anger. There will be joy. There will be passivity. There will be because it already is…
If humans only understood that they have no power. They do not have the power of life or death. To believe their actions can destroy; to consume life… such folly. Justly so also for the belief their actions can create life.
Only God can create life an only God can destroy life yet in a way very alien to what a human mind cannot comprehend. For God to destroy life would also relate to God destroying a part of God.
Remember another word, Je sus? Jesus. Jeezus. What a wonderful word. God destroyed his life, or did God give Jesus Life?
Trump will ‘die’. You will ‘die’. Everything on the planet is not alive or dead and yet will be…
Yes, more words, wurds, woords. More vibrations.
No matter how Hitler and his namesakes strive for power to kill or for those such as Mother Theresa proving death is the blessing of choice to be made to acknowledge the love of God. No matter. Does not matter. It matters. Mat ter, mattur, mattoor.
If humans believe they have the power of life and death without God then they prove they are no longer children. And to truly talk and be with God you must be immortal in innocence and believe without doubt that God is truly a part of you.
(in the meantime, peace)
