my brother
Nuthin is free.
‘Winning two free airline tickets’
‘Where would you fly?”
It all depends on what airline the ‘free’ tickets are for.
If the tickets are for Air Iran and I’m Jewish wanting to fly to Tel Aviv I guess those loving folks would fly me to Hell (ovens and all)
If the tickets are for American Airlines then no matter where I want to go the end result is that is would become the flight to Hell.
Delta? At least boarding a delta flight I know there is a good chance of at least taxi’ing to the runway on my way to Topeka Kansas only to have the plane breakdown and then becoming stranded in Hell.
Airline after airline with poorly maintained planes run by greedy companies and staff freshly trained in Hell…
I guess the destination to fly after winning two tickets would all end up going to Hell…
Unless…
I sell the two tickets.
Yes.
That’s the solution, sell the two tickets to two demons who missed their earlier flight to Hell.
I’d then take the money and travel to a Golden Corral Buffet where I’d feel I was in Heaven, eating like a king.
It all started that one day in a men’s bathroom at JFK International Airport.
Standing there taking a royal wicked piss and minding my own business dreaming of cheeseburgers when off to the side of me stood a large black man.
A man large of stature and yes, endowment.
It was not his size that amused me nor the thoughts that he was glancing in reciprocity, no, it was the shocked look on his face when in a large exclamation of wonder said, “Oh. My. Gawd!!!”
And that’s how I got the nickname, Big Bird.
Which job?
The one where I stab people with a pitchfork while they roast in hell? Such wonderful screams indeed!
or,
the one where I issue harps and halos? The sound of the harp can be soothing
or maybe the one where I watch over a newborn as it figures out how to breathe? That sound is amazing.
of course, in my line of work, i get to enjoy the music/sounds of an entire Universe and it must be said, God sure knows how to write music. Sometimes it can be a bit, overwhelming…
WordPress should be ashamed…
“go to comfort food.”
???
Do they not understand the reactions answers from around the world would be?
An Inuit native would write and say, “Seal balls dipped in whale fat.” (at this exact moment, a vegetarian keeled over in horror)
Or, some nut job living in Maine writing that eating freeze dried cockroaches really takes the edge off thoughts of following random strangers in the street.
‘Comfort’ is a personal perspective.
Pain for one is joy for another
Taboo’s
Traditions,
Though no one needs to know, my own personal comfort food (especially when stressed) (it can’t be written, winky wink) but then eating fairies is very comforting. Just pluck those little gems out of the air enjoy.
Ahh…
Life is the best game around.
Why?
Because the winner never dies. The loser learns how to play. And those not playing wish they could…
Food?
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.
Nothing Really…
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.
Interesting…
‘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
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
- “Yes”
Seeking…
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.
Robin Lipinski 