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?
Not kindnesssssss…
There is nothing in the reality of choosing,,, ‘random’.
Random, much like time, does not exist…
Is it ‘kind’ to not destroy a planet? One hostile and broken?
To do such would mean planning. A vote of consensus. Well thought out and executed.
Maybe though, maybe it was a random bend in the light?
Maybe a shift in a dimension unfolding?
Whatever the maybe, maybe it is obvious
Is it random this planet still exists?
The Truth?
Can you identify who I am by the words I will now paint in your mind?
Color. Techno even. With sounds, smells, visuals. Real.
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Let me tell you about myself (in the background an open window allows the wafting smell of fresh dog shit to enter and alert the nostrils to something intrusive)
Physical? Okay. Morbidly obese. I weigh between 675-700 pounds. The weight depends upon the cycle of food I choose to devour. Sometimes the potato urge kicks in and I eat deep fried, boiled, baked, microwaved… Lots and lots of potatoes with lots of melted cheese, gravy, ketchup, mustard, vinegar, sour cream… It is during these moments the body swells to the heavier range.
During some moments there is the consumption of a lot of salad. Lettuce, tomatoes, carrots… I guess you could say salad is the balancing act my body chooses
My flesh is greasy and rolling with sweat as I struggle to move. The clothing worn is adorned with the strong smell of detergent; helps keep the nasty body odors partially hidden.
I am so fat I cannot put my shoes on, or actually, any shoes. I use large slippers. Since I can’t see them beneath me I use my toes to ‘feel’ them, and then bracing against the nearest wall is slip my feet into them.
Age? Thirty seven and already almost bald. Yes, I have a hairy chest and already have nose hair and hair coming out of my ass, though that is what I’m told. I can’t even see my dick due to the multiple rolls of belly flesh.
The last time I wiped my ass was as a teen. After puberty and the terrible teens I turned to food for comfort. A lot of comfort.
The joints hurt.
People are repulsed when they come to my home. They have to come to bring me food, groceries, medicine, help. They have to come as I’m actually incapable of leaving the house as I’m larger than the front door.
Now, putting the current stench of my breath aside, (garlic ice cream) can you see who I am?
Who I really am?
I
am
a
writer.
I can write to your mind whatever the fuck I want to. I can be skinny or fat. Young or old. Good or bad.
In fact, if you really want me to describe myself to your mind…
I am your worst nightmare
and
i
am your sweetest dreams.
Like Father, Like Son
Gosh. Golly gee…Mmm… well, for one thing daddy liked to eat dragons. “The bigger they are the better they taste!” he liked to say.
Sure, I don’t mind the flavor and taste of dragon. Not bad actually but with the modern conveniences of cooking food with fire and tasting such wonderful foods as bread filled with weevils. I mean, why would I have to endure like pop and just eat dragons?
Oh, and the old man used to demand virgin sacrifices. He got a good chuckle when the natives on Earth threw virgins down into a volcano. He laughed because they were half cooked and half raw when he ate them while sitting comfortably in a pool of lava.
The natives thought their sacrifice would ensure a good crop or that their enemies would all get a nasty disease and die. Some even wanted rain, so being the good creature he was, dad would take a pee waaaaay high up in the sky.
I can’t live that way. Virgins? Sacrifice? Absolutely not. First, there are no virgins around and why eat them? No, I prefer online shopping. I mean, seriously? Free shipping? Amazon Prime? Why just yesterday I ordered a hot air balloon. Not to fly in mind you, more as a better fitting condom. And they come with built in flame producers.
Nah. The guard is dead and dying. Their ways obsolete, boring, sad, tired….(Whack!)
Shit, I forgot father can’t die and heard everything I thought.
“That’s right you bastard (literally) Want to go hunt dinosaurs?”
You know they all went extinct? You probably ate most of them.
“Yeah. (sigh) The good old days.”
Typical?
For evil, absolutely. Some Christians beheaded by moon worshippers in Africa. A lot of abortions were performed. Even the planet is angry and shook in anger. So today was absolutely another typical day for planet Earth.
What was not typical is while getting chewed out by a typical pig man I thought of jelly donuts and rabbits…
Why jelly donuts and rabbits?
Usually when getting dressed down by a human being it is more typical to smile inside and shake my head in amusement, but today…
Today was jelly donuts and rabbits, and just now, Chinese lesbians playing with pygmies.
Robin Lipinski 