Geez…
A tough question.
One small improvement I can make in my life?
I guess the first thought coming to mind is to pull my head out of my ass.
In the Beginning
there was darkness
eternal darkness filling the void with nothing
and then…
then there was the word and the word brought life
Life…
Light…
Imagine now the music of vibrations, of sensations.
God heard my silence, my subjugation, my mind
so God made/gave the friendship of others
Life
and then went back to baking a most wonderful cosmic pizza.
To be able to choose to be a slave.
Public Fixture
“Hello. I’m Timmy with CNN Special Report and was wondering if I can ask you a question regarding public figures?”
Timmy was asking a ‘person’ who had a whole different perspective on human thoughts and emotions
“Why? Why would you want to ask me a question about public figures? Are you bored? Hungry? Do you floss your teeth before going to bed?”
“Yes. I floss. No, I’m not bored. And seriously though, if you don’t mind answering, what public figure makes you upset or angry?”
“I’m glad you floss. Flossing teeth used to shred food into smaller pieces is definitely an excellent maintenance idea. Now, as to your question, I don’t much care for what you people do.”
“You mean me? The media?”
“I mean most people. Humans interfere with my enjoyment of shredding food into smaller pieces so I can test, assess, and enjoy the food on your planet.”
“So, all people make you upset or angry?”
“No. Did your mother give birth to you while standing and you were dropped on your head? (sigh) But an answer about public figures that upset me the most is the one where a human body is torn in half while being pushed onto the tracks of a subway train. It’s bizarre and a bit unsettling to see the upper torso splattered on the train window while the lower part twitches uncontrollably with muscle and blood. Very upsetting and it makes me even more hungry to shred some meat and eat it.”
The reporter had a strange look on his face as said, “Thank you,” as he quickly departed from the odd and strange being.
“Remember, don’t forget to floss.”
A Path Forward
Written by: Not Nancy Pelosi
Such a future.
A journey of exploration of a vibrant world filled with life.
To grow both in body and mind.
Strive for knowledge and achievement, filled with the the pain of failure and loss while savoring the sweet taste of success.
With the passing moments to become whatever it is that I will become or can be.
(Pause now and think about what you just read)
A wonderful future.
Bright.
A chance of attending something greater than myself
(A sound among bright lights. Medical professionals prepping.)
In only a few minutes my future went blank. A black void of nothing. In the womb where I lay growing a preparing for a career of Life… I was destroyed.
Aborted.
Killed.
But my mother, she now has to only concern herself with her career and future, a life where she has the choice to do or be whatever it is she wants.
Maybe she will miss me?
Maybe now she will be happy?
Seems Like Only Yesterday
“It was a dark and stormy night…” The old geezer was sitting on a bench and was starting to spin a tale.
“No it wasn’t. It was a clear moonlit peaceful night.” A squirrel chimed in while eating the stale nuts the old geezer had tossed in its general direction.
“You weren’t there squirrel.” A stern voice replied, or was there a trace of insecurity in his voice?
“Sure I was. It was me, those fucking stupid pine trees, my cousin Chitterbox, and you.” The squirrels face squinted in disgust as one of the nuts was actually a stray Viagra pill and gave the tree rat a new perspective on wood.
“Anyway, it was a dark and stormy night. The owls were not hunting as…”
Interrupting the aroused squirrel was playing with his nuts and said, “No, it was bats. There was a moon. It was light, warm, and peaceful. The bats were busy playing a competitive game of tag.
“Who’s telling this story? Me? You? And why are you humping that forest toad?”
There was no comment coming from the squirrel as he had found a pleasant interlude with a bumpy, ugly forest toad that smelled oddly enough, of Cheeto’s.
“The owls were not hunting as they were discussing the pending fate of the local pine forest. Lately the trees had stopped dancing and turned their collective into only concerning themselves. Why, just yesterday they flipped me off and then again today.”
“You’re loopy.” The squirrel was laying on his back smoking a joint. A joint he stole from his neighbor while stealing the neighbors dog food.
“Loopy? Maybe. Though while the trees were defiant and losing their way they fail to understand that this Summer they will be destroyed. Lightning will instill in them the pain of fire and order will be restored.”
The squirrel was silent following the old geezers statement and now silence. Then he said, “Yeah. On this we agree. Got any chips and dip?”
(and this is the last live show I just saw and now if you’re reading this shit, you are too. oh, and if you’re a local pine tree, I’d uproot and move.)
Just one day.
Condense the time to five seconds.
What could I do in five seconds that would be so magnificent?
So wonderful?
Fun?
Easy. For five seconds to be able to push the red button on a dictators desk staring a world wide nuclear explosion.
(is that wrong?”
“Hold my beer and watch me do this…”
trying to understand and love a human being. complete failure and success at the same time. thankfully there was cheese as a reward instead of an electrical shock.
Lime jello…
No matter where I stand in a room the green blob stares at me while it wiggles.
Robin Lipinski 