Easy. I would enhance the optic output to proportion of retinal enhancement.
Then to store to the matrix in a main frame named, Bob.
If A.I. approves the the cubicle change then the programs will attain a next level status
of being alive.
What???
“What motivates you?”
The short answer: No.
What does not motivate me, in fact just hearing the word, what, makes my brain hurt.
I mean, do you understand just how fucked up language is?
“What motivates you?” What kind of fucked up question is that?
What? That is not a question, that is just that, that…
AndAndAnd…
Shit.
That really is a question and I guess you can say I’m motivated by what.
(disclaimer: writing while staring at some of the best beauty on this planet can alter persceptions)
The vibrations of a beating heart.
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.
- Asteroid is to hit planet Earth.
- Stock up on twinkies, cockroach traps (protein) Diet soda. Toilet paper (covid taught us you can never have enough shit wipe)
- 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.
- Realize you are going to be obliterated.
- Suffer the seven stages of grief.
- Get drunk
- Get high
- On the day of impact look towards the sky.
- Scream
- (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.
No Words
some people just start to open their mouth to speak, and just that is too much.
Untouchables
You and I are products of our environment.
If you were raised in a mansion and were given everything your heart desired maybe your answer to the prompt would be, “Elon Musk” or “Donald Trump” or “Hunter Biden” or whatever fancy is proper for the moment.
If you were raised in a jungle to a tribe of cannibals you might say, “I sure admire the village cook. Man can he cook man.”
For me, i have literally seen everything this planet has to offer and when it comes to humans, I am not impressed…
However, if there was respect and admiration to be given then it would be to those deemed as untouchables in the society of India.
In India the most ‘admirable’ caste is the religious caste followed by the warrior caste. Interesting huh? The religious folks want all the honors and glory and have the warrior caste as a close second (to keep the peace so to speak)
Working down the caste system there are retail, bakers, truck drivers, a long list…and then, there are the untouchables.
Abused.
Scorned.
I once gave our dhobi (clothes washer) a brand new bicycle to make his journey to our home easier. He always smiled. He always worked hard. My clothes have never been cleaner.
No sooner did I turn my back and our head servant beat him and took his gift. There was nothing I could do even though I was in the warrior caste. It was/is the way of life for much of India.
So, to you dhobi, to you i have admiration and respect to make the best of the cards this moment has given you. And trust me… There is something far more powerful that also has admiration for you and all the other untouchables.
Profit
Prophet
To sell.
Gain materially by a transaction with various means to include currency of materials or the trade of something.
Words: Words are worth only what a person says/writes where others can take and define meaning.
Cunt: A powerful word to trade or sell. Highly offensive to many and a valuable tool for others.
Love: A powerful word to trade or sell. Highly offensive to many and a valuable tool for others.
Words are tangible, they are assets. Words put to music have great value. Just ask any famous musician. Platinum records. Gold records.
To sell is to strive to bring gain. To enable food for the table, a roof over the head, a material object to be purchased such as a car, boat, table, gun.
Communism. Socialism. Capitalism. Societies geared to sell an idea of government to a population of people willing to buy into such concepts.
And now the true secret to selling/buying.
To own nothing enables one to sell everything .
A bird is born with the ability to fly, to build, to create, to eat of natures bounty. All without owning anything other than what they are born with.
You may have heard of religions where the members take a vow of poverty, of silence? Pretty ‘hardcore’ for those who cling to a world of illusions. A living dream.
You may have heard of Ghandi owning a rice bowl and blanket? Yet his actions changed a country.
Or maybe you’ve heard of Jesus? Or maybe you know those who own nothing and yet ‘sell’ everything without gain of coin? For me to sell is to mean the word also has the definition of giving away for free. Or if you prefer even better simplicity. To sell one self without the intention of monetary gain translates into an unimaginable wealth as the currency is banked on level impossible for anything on this planet to store.
But, because WordPress is an program designed to enrich those designing the platform and using algorithms designed for this planet, the prompt today demands an answer.
So, my answer is i want to sell happiness. To sell truth. And by selling i truly mean, to give freely happiness, honesty, fairness, joy, help, compassion to any an all AND at the same time ask for forgiveness for those earthly vices I have bought into.
Oh, and on Fridays to have a two-for-one sale of free smiles.
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Daily writing prompt
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
truth
…
To show the world in a way that sweeps the planet…
To reveal that insanity is more a blessing than a curse…
Especially…
…
when wearing the garb of,
writer.
Daily writing prompt
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
Nuthin…
though…
maybe…
If I were to be curious…
Why does curiousity kill cats?
Robin Lipinski 