What? Of satisfying the hunger of the heart?
To temp with such morsels as love?
Bringing a licking of lips so to savor the flavor?
Of mixing the sensuous as the fingers stir the tit?
Yes, of course a course fit for more than a king or queen.
But could they handle it?
A full belly
Sated and satified
and there, the ding of a bell.
Life is too short to take the time to be bothered by those rather insignificant things.
Someone flips you the bird, so what? Smile and pretend they are a naked gerbil.
A politician says one thing and does the opposite. Be bothered? Everyone knows they all lie.
A long list where something bothers someone,
not me.
Though…
I suppose falling off a ladder, bouncing off a porch, impaling the body with a sharp stick on the ground, and while unconscious to wake up and see coyote with rabies eating one of my toes…
Yeah, that would bother me.
‘Name ten things you know to be absolutely certain’
First, if an illusion is really an illusion than all is an illusion and nothing is certain
Second, up is never up if shown by a hand pointing ‘up’ and over the head while hanging from a tree branch up-side-down
Third, I know i have have the wind as a friend and the wind has my back as it pushes me off a cliff.
Fourth, when hearing the words, “Trust me,” run.
Fifth, when hearing the words, “I don’t believe in lawsuits,” run faster
Sixth, when a woman asks, “How do you think I look in this dress?” take a rocket ship up into space and escape Earth.
Seventh, when any government official shows up at your door and says, “I’m here to help,” pretend you’re having a heart attack but make sure your hand grasps your wallet as you ‘die’.
Eighth, one plus one does not equal two.
Ninth, there really is nothing true about human intelligence
Tenth, pizza is a perfect food.
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Now, after writing that shit the truth of the matter is this. Every creature, every form of life, everything knows with absolute certainty what it is…
and to prove a point: An example
A man tells a Welsh Corgi dog the following words with utmost certainty
1. “No”
2. “No”
3. “No”
4. “No”
5. “No”
6. “No”
7. “No”
8. “No”
9. “No”
10. “No”
And the corgi in return, in no uncertain terms or mishearing, hears
The word: Seek.
Seek, search, seer, seen.
Already found it, alright.
Took a long time and found it.
Such the pile of gold
seen while falling from Mt. Everest
No?
You don’t believe it?
Well, I’ll have you know I once knew Sherlock Holmes. Personally. Even shook his hand.
And godzilla? Are you kidding me? We’re buds and drink beer!
You see?
I and i found it
a most wonderful adventure leaving my mind secure
to have found the joy of writing
and a plump full box of imagination
anon.
Written by: A Table cloth
To invite implies a motive for action.
Inviting those to dinner, and in this case, they have to come even if they do not want to.
Interesting…
Of course the corgi’s would be there as they run security, comedy, and are the cleanup crew.
An assortment of various creatures would be there both human and other. (their dietary needs are a bit wonky but pizza mixed with exotic combinations overcomes all)
God is always here. Always was/is/will be, so how to invite the perfect guest?
Mmm…
Ah yes. As the guest must come. There is no denial, no pretend, no excuse, nothing to cause the host to say, “I wonder where…”
Now, a bit strange here as to the reason of choice, but God always kicks my butt at poker. I did win one hand once, for reasons beyond logic/chaos/logic, but mostly I get a good lesson in one aspect or another.
The choice then would be, Satan. Now Satan is nothing more than one of many ‘names’ given to place a face on the body of evil.
Why Satan? Hah! For a very good reason. This is a world run and operated by such an energy where evil comes uninvited just as evil seems to ‘think’ evil can do whatever evil wants.
Satan is neither male or female. Energy is what energy is. White energy/Dark energy. Flowing to where the connections are available, and on Earth; perfect conductor. The entire picture is the perfect canvas where the canvas thinks it has more control over the Artist… Control over the chef… Control over the cook, table, world.
So, I would invite Satan to dinner with one simple caveat for everyone attending the dinner. Everything, everyone must ‘arm’ wrestle God.
Simple request.
A good workout that will would increase appetite.
It would build community and well being among the guests.
People there. Complete strangers i meet on the street would realize there actually is a God.
There would be tears of joy.
There would be celebration.
Enemies would become friends.
Friends would help others.
And. And. And. As for the main event, the feeling/look on the face of evil when reaching out to touch the Creators hand. To see in an instant that look/feeling of sadness and regret to have once thought there was more to power than God.
To realize what was missing in evils Life.
Love.
(and then of course, once the dark and white energy once more became what nothing of this reality can come close to understanding… there would be Universal Hope. Love. Life.)
and yes, the pizza would be fucking fantastic.
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.
Ah yes. Vacation.
Time allocated to exchange the mundane of necessity for the bliss of some wonderful emotions.
So many describe and dream of a memorable vacation. An escape from back breaking work and reality of paying bills. To sit in the sun like a lizard so at least the tan on the skin will remain as a reminder when returning back to normal.
Let me tell you one of my most memorable vacations. Since immortality makes the little numbers of math boring, lets just give you one example.
Hunting. Hunting was one of the memorable vacations. For those of you against hunting or free expression, please feel free to go fuck yourself.
Now, after pissing off some readers enough to stop reading let those remaining know the hunting i am talking about is not in the taking of life, no, the hunt i went on was to give life.
You see? Just seconds ago I pissed off some readers and they instantly formed a mental image and chose not to see the truth.
It was a good hunt. Mind you the hunt was not just longer than a ‘day’, it also was much longer than than weeks, months, years, centuries, eternity…
Elusive and sly.
Cunning and smart.
Always one step ahead of the game, only… did the prey see where the feet were placed?
Yes, a most wonderful hunt, even today another smile for me
Oh yes indeed,]
and i see a smile.
How do I show my appreciation of gratitude?
“Easy. I just slip her a twenty under the table,
and then say, until next time.”
i have no worries, no regrets, no angst/fear/hate/trepidation/nothing to cause pain to what’s inside.
however, I also have no hope, no joy, no experiences of peace, no bliss, nothing and none of the wonders of what humans think is so fucking fantastic.
humans are predictable, humans are cruel, humans are full of evil and hate…
So…
if i were to have a worry it would be that humans would, could, or can change into something that i know exists on other worlds, and IF humans ever evolve into something more than shit flinging monkeys, my worry would then be that I was wrong about them… and i am never wrong.
Robin Lipinski 