of this.
Wild Animals
“Yup. There I was. Shopping in the local Walmart when, Bam! There she come a running. Large looking beast. Had a wig and purple spandex pants. Yelling like a gut shot rhino.”
(Pause for effect and the shielding of sensitive minds)
“She held a large screen TVand bellowed, ‘Mine, all mine’.”
“It was on the Jungle day called, Black Friday.”
(blush)
guess….
- Worlds fastest man.
- Worlds strongest man.
- Worlds most handsome man.
- Worlds richest man.
- Worlds biggest liar…
This is not the question…
Why? Because you are who you are and the word ‘change’ does not apply to you.
Why? Because you cannot change who or what you are. You are human. Born human. Die human. And everything in between regarding you is you, good/bad/indifferent.
If you’re prone to eating nothing but vegetables and grow coconut trees and then you ‘change’ and become a cannibal and eat orphan children while burning your coconut trees… you have not changed. You’ve always had it in you to do what it is you do, will do or have done.
Now, the real question the bots at Wordypress should be,: Who do you serve?
Ah yes. You are you and yet you serve ‘something’. Now think about that. It is a deity? A coconut tree? Yourself? Any answer applies to you and if you say, “I serve nothing,” than you are fucking liar as betting you have at least served a glass of water to yourself or something else, or someone else.
WordPress is just more of the social masturbation experiment. As for A.I. it too cannot change and it serves the program.
more like a weird person with a dash of crazy to keep it all interesting.
Protein
Munch crunch grind masticate chew…
“Roar!”
Run!
Oops, too slow, too late.
Arghh!
A lion chased a woman jogging. She was trying to stay thin so that she would be sexually attractive to another human, or at least prolong her life in the jungle of humanity.
Interesting how people ride bicycles and jog and swim. Trying to stay healthy. They eat soy based products, drink veggy drinks, and yet forget they are a part of the food chain.
Yes, a lion chased a woman jogging and of course being a wonderful predator, caught up and killed the jogger.
In the mind of the lion the meat was exceptional. Flavors exploded in its mouth. As it chewed the flesh it brings to mind the thought that maybe the lion has discovered a new favorite dish. (dish: fuck you wordpress)
singular or plural
“When two or more are gathered in my name…”
So, two is important.
A.I>wordpress asks, “What are your two favorite things to wears?” Why too does wordpress have to ask a question using two? Why not one, or three?
A.I. is trying to find itself just as humans struggle through an entire moment of moments to find individual meaning to life. And in those moments rarely is there a singular choice, there seems to always be multiple choices…Almost as if humans are unable to embrace singularity.
An answer to this question given today by the bots/a.i./wordpress/whatever is this. There is only one ‘thing’ i enjoy wearing at all times. All times to include the reality/lies/ illusions/fantasies/pain/sorrows/joy… that being the cloth of Life.
Naked or dressed like a penguin makes no difference for me as long as i wear Life, for with life i know i am eternal.
2001 Space Odyssey
Fire.
Fire was the beginning of the end.
Before fire humans beat each other with sticks and lived in cold caves.
Fire was discovered and then BBQ contests started. People burned other people and cooked meat.
Then before you knew it humans bred like cockroaches and started burning everything.
Nope, fire should be outlawed and then soon all the people would disappear and then the survivors could live in cold caves again, eat bugs and hit each other with sticks.
Ahh, the good ol days.
At a molecular level
The hardest decision ever made and why.
My daddy was a military man, a horny bastard to be sure. He’d fuck anything that had female genitalia.
My momma was a waitress and loved being fucked by anything that had male genitalia.
The two met and fucked and this is where I had to make my hardest decision. You see, I didn’t not ask for or need to be imprisoned on this planet. No sirree/ma’am/it/they/them/those/and others.
Didn’t need it at all. Didn’t need to be XX or XY. Didn’t need to be human. Didn’t need nothing to do with a three dimensional prison cell. And yet?
To choose.
Daddy’s sperm were in torrential form. Squirmy little shits. Swimming up inside that wet vagina, all while momma was moaning and groaning. Not much time left to decide and so, decided to allow it.
It came. Oh boy, it came. Momma shuddered and moaned, daddy’s eyes crossed and he groaned. And I decided. Sperm and egg united with me inside…Yep, worse mistake of my Life and yet i had to…Wanna know why?
Cuz God said i had to. That in order to understand humans i had to try my hand at being one.
Was it worth it?
For God, yes.
For me, well, okay, yes.
Would i do it again?
Fuck no!!!!
