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A Little Din Din

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.

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What a (choose one: bullshit or horseshit) Question.

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.

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Okay, i will…

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.

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Describe your most memorable vacation.
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How do I show my appreciation of gratitude?

“Easy. I just slip her a twenty under the table,

and then say, until next time.”

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Worry?

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.

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What are you most worried about for the future?
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The First One…

It was a hot Summer day. The thermometer said it was a good day to seek the cool comfort of shade and the people listened, scurrying to shade and relief.

Inside a store there she sat. Beautiful. Dressed in alluring attire designed to turn eyes towards her direction.

A humming sound came from her. Was it the tune of happiness? Maybe it was part of the attire designed to attract the attention of friend, family, stranger?

Her attraction was too much. I was drawn to her like a bee to honey.

Walking with determination it was but a short distance to cover and she did not cower or falter. No, her humming only increased.

A flustered look appeared on my face. Concern. What was hope soon turned into the realization that I did not have enough of what she yearned for.

What to do? Should I turn and walk away in defeat?

Pondering and about to make a decision of retreat, the thoughts came full force. What I needed for her was outside in a small box in my parents vehicle.

Turning and with hope in the steps I found in the vehicle what she needed…

With full confidence I place inside her the shiny silver dime. The dime which unlocked her secrets.

Lifting the lid on the cooler the humming of her compressor grew louder while peering inside her it was revealed to be many cool treasures.

There was the standard Coke and 7-up. There was Root Beer and Sprite. All well and good but her best guarded secret was the Orange Crush…

“Ahhh…” Taking the cold glass bottle and popping the cap, the first taste of the fizzing joy was orgasmic. Even now the smile of the memory remains on the face of the first crush. It was and still is, extremely wonderful.

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i am glad you asked…

today was another day of the illusion humans cling so proudly. three men today working on a shower with all the bravado and spunk of a ten year old.

“Fuck.” and “Damn”. and “I like that song.”

looked them in the eyes and smiled; seeing a potential past and a definite future.

and you know what? I remembered a lot. The eyes. The shadows. The ways.

Sad really, the conflicts.

Between this and that and in between the between reside an order where the self is and deep.

And those chickens clucking the other day? It was a great day.

Now, I could write about today, yesterday, tomorrow or sixteen billion trillion years zillion’=;gagoobzon from yesterday…. and yet, nothing can truly understand me.

(i smile)

A whipping post of absolutes and dreams.

Surrendering to the others.

Retaining only an ethic of work and perspiration

and today,

to my friend

the Wind…

i say,

thanks.