When I was five, I wanted to become four again.
Four was good but three was better.
Forget two and few remember one that day
the day when my Life truly began.
Thank you God.
(dedicated to those fucknuts who embrace abortion as a god)
and wishes are for humans.
‘Secret’ Ooh! Oh my! Golly gosh gee!
‘Skill’
‘Ability’
This is fun as I no longer give a shit what humans wish for, what abilities they have, or skills they think they master.
As for secrets, each and every human ‘thinks’ they have a secret.
So, at this exact minute you are reading this i have already entered your ‘secret’ mind and let me tell you what…B-o-r-i-n-g.
“I fucked my best friends friend, he was so-so”
or you…
“This guy is weird.”
or, or, or…
Boring.
Good news coming though, soon to push the restart button and try another planet.
And that’s the waaaay it goes.
(blip, bleep, blank screen)
feeling the sparkly kiss of sunlight
cheery cheery beam of warmth and life
a gentle breeze perhaps, or maybe?
Maybe a soft white fluffy puffy cloud to bring the warm skin some wonderful relief.
Yessss…yes indeed.
Happiness and smiles as life is in communion with those many happy, healthy, young people frolicking on the Summer beach…
Even there, laying in the shadow of lazy relaxation, a young girl; smiling.
She is happy with how fantastic goes her life today, a day where watching the blue sky invokes dreams.
Within a dark shadow no one can see,; reaching down (or up if you prefer, from the grave)
And with a kiss upon her warm lips, the cold kiss of death,
nice weather, bad weather, all weather on each and every day,
is a favorite type of weather
for Death to be.
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There. Are you fucking happy now WordPress?
If not, I have one word that describes you…
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or,
if you prefer,
Outside/inside
resides
a touch, a shade/shadow/glimmer
the constant battle of not destroying the Milky Way…
with merely a snap of the fingers.
You see, to read is to become a part of something other than yourself. And what is this, yourself?
In a minute you’ll see why the question.
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Abdel Morkowitz was a loser. He also was a Jew. Which was worse for Abdel, being a loser or being a Jew? It is common knowledge that Jews are targets for hate by Jews and non-Jews. It is also common knowledge that being a loser is common for those who are born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Abdel was born to lackluster bakers in Berlin Germany in a period where Hitler was still a corporal in the German Army. His parents were not losers but neither were they good parents.
“Don’t drop the flour you clumsy boy.” Abdel’s father was quick of the tongue and hand; constantly belittling his son.
The day the Germans smashed the bakeries windows was the day Abdel not only lost his parents, but he also lost his freedom as he was spending his first day in what some would call, Hell.
Hell: A place/setting/consciousness where there is no God, only hate and pain.
The cruelty of the Nazi power was surgically precise as it was horrific. Abdel was shuffled with thousands of other Jews as if sacks of grain destined for market.
There was the day where the loser was packed in a boxcar and sent down the tracks to his final destination. A place where cattle in a slaughter house were afforded more dignity than those fellow Jews gassed and burned in th3 of3nw, it truly was h3ll.
Now, this is a bleak story and at the beginning I told you Abel was a loser, a Jew, a prisoner of hell; beaten by the guards and facing the line of those about to be killed. I said in a minute you will see, and now see you shall.
You see, Abdel had the genetic mistake of skin pigmentation. His the pure alabaster white only an albino can have. To this the Nazi’s were fascinated. An aryan color of goodness and power.
Abdel was indeed a loser and Jewish and yet lucky in a way. His death was to be sure. 100% certainty that his soul would become separated from his body. And it was. Only his fate was not one of gas and oven. No, that was clean and final.
Abdel’s fate was to be skinned alive by a doctor trying to advance the medical science of the Reich. The doctor a firm believer in evil and no believer that Jews were worthy of human status…
And reader? You may think this story has nothing to do with ‘What was the best compliment you’ve received?’ and you are wrong.
‘you see’ Abdel was a loser and Jewish. He had the skin as soft and white as a summer cloud. Which is why when the doctor was finished skinning the young man, the skin was tanned and made into a wonderful light shade for a lamp in Hitlers study.
As Hitler was sitting in the room one day he looked at the lamp and complimented it. “That is a most wonderful lamp. The animal skin is truly remarkable.” And with this tortured way of explaining the obvious was the best compliment Abdel Morkowitz had ever received.
Confidence is a nice mask. It is a perfect coverup for the illusion that ‘everything’ is going the way ‘we’ want…
Is confidence good? Well, I suppose a doctor cutting up a patient to fix a disease should have confidence, but that confidence comes from experience and training. So for a doctor they may have confidence in trying to help but are insecure in other facets of life such as talking to someone who disagrees with them.
So to answer yet another useless wordpress prompt, the question is ambiguous and misleading. Confidence does not exist in any single human as a total package. Now for a group, or ‘group’ then the most confident people/group I know are those who embrace evil…
You can disagree and I could give a flying fuck about that. My confidence in such a matter is far and above very very very well learned, and earned (much like a well trained doctor with experience)
Those who ‘try’ to love, or love God, or kittens, or puppies… They have some confidence but are mostly insecure as there is the lure of the dark side. Yet those who steal, lie, cheat, kill, hate…They ‘they’ have utmost confidence and are not afraid to hurt, maim, kill, slander, steal, destroy, rape, ravage, mutilate… Evil is VERY confident.
And thus the surprise: Humans who strive for complete confidence make very good evil entities while those who place their entire Life complete with doubts, insecurity and yes, confidence on the plate of God, they are the best humans can be. Those people who find failure, setbacks, pain, angst, and yet still try to be with God, THEY are the hope and give me confidence for the future of humanity
To lose to relinquish to submit
Resignation
Lost in life and imagination.
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Imagine: Walking atop the water between the evenly spaced piers. Wooded aged and weathered wood planks. The Sun is high and warm; seagulls blaring sovereignty.
There is talk of politics…leading more to shitty shit than inspiration.
So much of so,so,so much. (redundant: strike 3-3-0-1)
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Inspiration mixed with perspiration and with the insertion
a phallic symbol of Spring.
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Can you see now the obvious?
Lovely creatures of forest and night
The best lost is the best win when realizing
Life.
“What car do you prefer?” Scribble. Scribble.
“Where do you shop for novelty sex items?” Scribble. Scribble.
“Are you pro government?” Scribble. Scribble.
A long list of seemingly innocent questions. Questions of which answers can be judged 75% or more factual. The remaining 25% is fantasy, lies, or fiction.
Using the data enables marketing to guide the ‘next’ best thing.
As to the movies or TV series watched more than five times, the answer is easy. To watch the hidden camera footage downloaded via ‘unusual’ means, to watch the politicians, wealthy individuals, and terrorists is a means to justify the coming actions far beyond the pale of marketing surveys, commercial enterprises, or even the whole combined world of planetary defense.
boom boom… out go the lights.
the mind saw the A.I. Worpress prompt as, “Where would you go on a killing spree?” And of course the answer was simple and easy: Earth.
However, after seeing it was a more useless and mundane question of, “Where would you go on a shopping spree?” The answer is easy and would be, Bob’s House of Guns, Gore, and Guts.
A small but humble shop dealing with tons of ammunition (one can never have enough ammo). They also sell flame throwers, land-mines, howitzers, and small tactical nukes small enough to fit in a small container such as a Uber tooling around in New York City (coming soon to a metropolis near you.)
But what Bob’s House of Guns, Gore, and Guts REALLY has that is absolutely delicious is the testes of alligators that have been soaked in a dill brine. Shit…That shit can be eaten with Wonder bread slathered with hog grease, hot sauce and a shitload of pickled alligator balls. Fucking YUMMY!
Absolutely heavenly. And recently they sent out a cyber coupon for spicy chicken lips and lizard tails soaked in pineapple sauce. Buy one get one free.
Damn…
Hunger brings out the best in me.
“What is your middle name?” Said by an A.I. program running WordPress.
“My name is, fucking.” Said by fucking.
“What be yer first n last name then?” A.I. was growing some tits.
“My first name is, Big. My last name is, Asshole.” Said big fucking asshole.
“Well said,” Said an electric power surge in the the grid.
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