Her, and, and, and…
Life.
Dream? There is no dreaming when it comes to chocolate…
Chocolate is REAL! (dabnabbit!)
The best chocolate is NOT Hershey. (gag. useless chocolate unless you want to make a chocolate candle)
Europe.
Scandinavia.
Marabou chocolate from Sweden will put you into the nicest diabetic coma you could ever want. Even your drool dripping from your unconscious body would taste delicious though that would be freaky.
Dark chocolate. Milk chocolate.
Strange for a big ol country called, U.S. of A… this country makes shitty chocolate.
Damn, even Poland makes better chocolate.
I don’t know about chocolate in Africa, what with rhinos and water buffalo, but I bet they dream about it. They probably dream about food and water. But IF they do make chocolate goodies they probably are better than this countries offering.
So…
Does the A.I. algorhthym \\\ (the magical juice running WordPress) Do it,they,them,those,and then others. Is an honest answer needed? An answer boarding on gibberish and the insane? Maybe an answer to make the writer seem ‘hype’ or cool, or deeeep, or full of shit?
Lets try some answers and let the read decide what is what.
“I love to find that elusive booger sticking way up the nasal cavity. You know the one. Clinging. Almost in reach…until…Yay! Success! (munch munch munch)”
“To work in a soup kitchen in the many cities dotted with mentally ill, weird street people. Makes life so fulfilling.”
“Fart a silent but deadly in a WalMart aisle filled with people and watch their reactions while the eyes water.”
“To fall asleep and travel.”
“Cheese. Lots of cheese. And ice cream. Yeah, ice cream with cheese… And potato chips. Cheese, ice cream chips, and…”
Oh so my simple things to do. What is real? What is not? Fuck it, all Life brings joy, it’s the fucktards that ruin it.
(alrighty miss know-it-all. your friends are a bit strange. understand and pleased to acknowledge what’s burning inside)
Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
The day of taking the first breath and getting my ass spanked by a human so I could ‘breathe’ Wow. What a fucked up place.
Knew right there and then that there was a mix up and even though was assured that it would all be good and wonderful, knew it was time to decouple/part ways/rebel, especially seeing that on this planet everything is plugged into death/hate/evil.
To solve the problem there has been some options. 1. Try and make the world a better place which was a total disaster 2. Learn to become numb and jaded while trying to make the world a better place which was more than a total disaster. 3. Try to persuade the powers-that-be to intervene and make the world a better place (so the world responded and killed those trying to make the world a better place, thus a continuation of failure 4. Try love to make the world a better place which was far beyond any definition of failure.
There were a lot of other options. Some peaceful, some strange and exotic, and through it all, failure.
So, now there is only one course of action left. First, embrace failure as a very important lesson and stick with what works. Leave this planet to its own devices and failure and return back to where i belong, far, far, far away from any concept of this shit.
(did consider eating the sun and leave this planet to freeze but then I would be as cruel as humans. so, enjoy the illusions of peace/harmony/and warmth)
Daily writing prompt
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
Easy…
When they truly get to know me and don’t tear off all of their clothes and run away in fear only to be consumed by their own insecurities and fear.
“What jobs have you had?”
Mmmmm… Lets see.
First though. Before answering the question a thought…
Do I answer as sober and sane, or drunk and high and fucking insane?
If you’re reading this and have read anything before of mine putting paper to ink…
My jobs have been 1. To destroy planets. 2. Read the vibration of see 3. Stall the detonation of an exploding atomic bomb. 4. Baby sitting. 5. Bucking bales 6. Sailing the seas and playing in the surf. 7. Saluting the flag at U.S. embassies (and so much more)
OR
I had a paper route where I had to ride that goddamn shwinn green piece of crap. Then I advanced to bagging groceries. Joined a knitting club and made long ass scarves for orphans in Siberia. Then I hired out as a ‘sherpa’ hauling clients shit to the top of Mt. Everest Hotel and Casino. And… And…
So, which is written in sincerity and which was under the influence? Go ahead. You’re the reader. If you can’t decide which is which than might I suggest you choose C?
Practice?
As to perfect, enhance, improve?
Practicing playing piano can end up with the ‘student’ becoming a fucking genius where women throw their underwear and swoon at hearing the virtuoso (I guess men can throw their underwear and swoon also, but that picture is a bit disturbing for me)
Or, practicing the piano can end up as a complete waste of piano lesson money and the student deciding to become a drug dealer instead.
The word, ‘practice’ is a well used description of ‘something’ trying to become more proficient (or horrible in many cases) in something they are currently rusty or proficient but try to become better at..
Religion…
Ah yes. God. god. gods. Deity. deities. Power. powers. Pagan. Christian. Jew. Muslim. Spiritual…
If one has to practice religion then they are complete fucking morons and should take piano lessons instead and practice. At least maybe they will get good enough to have some swooning/underwear throwing patrons.
There is no such thing in the logical world of what it is where you can practice a religion.
“Hey. I’m a practicing Catholic!”
No, you are not. You believe in being a Catholic. You believe in Catholic doctrine. You believe in the Trinity. This does not take practice unless you are an idiot. No underwear for you.
I could could write a lot about this subject but then the underwear thrown at me would be of the nasty kind.
To condense this point though, while no one can ‘practice’ religion, there are many religions that can practice on you…
To ‘remember’: Two words describing an action of history when adhering to the concept of time.
Truth be told, i knew Life before there was life.
What are you good for?
“Absolutely nothing! Say it again…)
Robin Lipinski 