Weird? Unusual?

“Ewe gotta be kidding me.”

and

“Robin, you’re weird.”

and

“There are over 8 billion people on this planet.”

and

yes, I am weird. (ding)

“Woof, woof, woof!” Corgi’s saying feed me.

Why is there the urge to write? Followed with: Why do people still read?

In a planet filled with over 8 billion human beings muddling through their versions of time, how many of those people are literate? Going further, how many of those people actively read?

(pluto and orff are bickering again. what a pain.)

Here’s a good question. Why does WordPress exist? Is it for people to write? To make money? Is it because there is an illusion of freedom of censorship?

Censorship. That’s a good one. Censorship no longer has to be “not allowed,” instead censorship is replaced with search algorithms which make it impossible for something written to be found.

If I write story about the prophet Mohammad having sex with children the story will appear for me to read and a few others but will not be allowed to be viewed in Saudi Arabia or Iran or any country Google or the other ‘giants’ market/control.

I

hate

censorship.

Recently some politician is receiving negative news because he was caught watching porn on a flight. Why is that news? Every politician either watches or is a porn actor. Bill Clinton getting a blow job in the White House. Trump grabbing pussies. Mohammad fucking children. Yet there is censorship and power in controlling the narrative.

Your voice only matters if the ‘powers that be’ allow it. You can think the powers could care less which makes the A.I. programs easier to monitor and record those idiots thinking that building a nuclear bomb in the garage won’t be monitored by those monitoring the monitors (ad nauseum)

Do you notice how the controlling mechanism in social masturbation has changed from the natural influences of nature and instead being replaced by the controlled chaos of the cyber world?

A volcano erupting and wiping out Pompei was sure to set the narrative. Today a volcano erupting and wiping out Seattle would make the internet erupt with ‘Trump caused it.’ Or other mindless social media bullshit.Even the Apollo flights to the moon are thought by many to be an illusion of Hollywood.

Funny thing about nature though, it always wins in the end… Nature will be here long after the 8 billion plus humans are ash and A.I. dies when the final electrical generator dies.

So, yes, I am weird and write weird shit and it is because I want to and because I can. I, I, I, (thud)

thinking now of another tangent/angle. maybe a poem maybe some more weird shit.

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Was Mohammad a pedophile

Written by: A free entity

To plunder the innocence of a child who thinks the world is a place

Raised to wonder and question with explanations a seed planted inside a brain

A body growing; fresh and smelling of sweet

Thus the temptation for the mentally unstable and borderline insane

Those who rape and plunder innocence

Some in the name of a god, some in search of a new pleasure, some to inflict maximum power of pain.

Do prophets abuse and torture children to fulfill their loins?

You decide yet remember there are those of religion that kill in the name of God, kill the body and mind.

And the final question: Do you think God wonders why?

Emergency? Plan?

Hahahahahaha!

Plan? Bullshit.

As for emergency, what kind of emergency? Broken manicured nail? Power outage? Left a chicken to burn in the oven?

Plans are as useful as a politicians promise to tell the truth. Plans don’t work.

Emergencies are handled by experience, knowledge, and a whole lot of luck.

In life or death situations the best is to plan on dying. If you live, than you are lucky. For example: If you’re being chased by a rabid raccoon or drug crazed zombie, all you have to do is to be able to run faster than them or have a friend running alongside you who is slower.

To show how mentally retarded plans are just look at the governments -of-the-world plan to deal with Covid. Six foot spacing, masks that do nothing other than allow you to smell your foul breath. Vaccines you would not even want to test on monkeys. End result? Lots of people died and lots of people got lucky.

Every plan a government has usually involves a lot of people dying and some lucky ones living until the next plan fucking kills them.

However, I will create an emergency preparedness plan for the coming asteroids that will kill a lot of people while a few lucky ones will live to plan to the next round of shit.

  1. Asteroid is to hit planet Earth.
  2. Stock up on twinkies, cockroach traps (protein) Diet soda. Toilet paper (covid taught us you can never have enough shit wipe)
  3. Worry and panic a lot. Wonder if maybe there is a god or God. And that maybe sacrificing another human could appease such an entity.
  4. Realize you are going to be obliterated.
  5. Suffer the seven stages of grief.
  6. Get drunk
  7. Get high
  8. On the day of impact look towards the sky.
  9. Scream
  10. (BANG!)

You’re all dead now but thankfully the cockroaches have twinkies, diet soda and a whole lot of toilet paper to continue making plans of world domination.

Daily writing prompt
Create an emergency preparedness plan.

What a (choose one: bullshit or horseshit) Question.

What strategy? Seriously? To make daily life…comfortable?

What the fuck is wrong with this planet? Comfort? Nice? Pleasant?

Does anyone seriously not know that this turd of dirt, water, air, gravity is nothing but one giant environment perfectly designed for death?

Yes, there are those delusional types that spout such things as, “This is a comfortable and beautiful place to live.” And they say other lies as the real truth of this dimension is pure fucking hell and shit.

And yes, you would be correct if you think I am bitter about this world…but i….am not.

You see, i live in a real world and I live in this shit turd ass fucked puss filled canker sore called, Earth.

For you religious zealots, ever ask the question why Jesus ascended into Heaven and did NOT choose to live here? Ha! Answer that.

Very few can even come close to knowing what i and I am talking about. Most who would read this shit probably think I’m a bitter, nasty, chip-on-the shoulder kind of being…. Faaaaaar from that.

“Oh my, we’ll pray for you.” Said some illusion or another.

“Right on brother!” Said by another illusion swimming in shit.

Now, the scene is set: A world. My world. A real place and not an illusion. Not a dream. As real as God is. A place of peace. A Life. A flowing river where there is no time, no pain, nothing but Music. In my world there are no strategy needed to make the ‘day’ better or ‘night’. Neither of those exist.

The other scene: A baby deer is born and then shortly after gaining legs is devoured by a mountain lion while the mother is helpless to give comfort. A world swimming with a form of life, (not real Life, just an illusion called, life)

And for the finale: Life cannot be destroyed. Life is eternal. Life is real. Life is love. There is no discomfort with Life. For those thinking a good fuck and orgasm is Life…Ha! Enjoy your life of death.

As for life on planet turd, it’s merely an illusion. You will never find peace, comfort, joy…. But sure as fuck, you will find death.