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Interview With a Spider

“Hello.”

“What? you can talk?” A very surprised red spider exclaimed.

“Of course. Your name is Fred. You are a bit weird for a spider but you have been kind to flowers lately.”

(as an inside scoop, Fred is indeed a red spider and recently inhaled some dry lavender; complimenting the flower with immense respect)

“How did you know? Who are you?”

“Me? well, I’m merely a voice from the wind. Here, let me help you fly as you spin your web.”

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Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
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Which One?

i am much more than one, much, much more.

not better or worse

and the feelings?

Think all. Every feeling you are feeling, and you, and you and you, you, you, they, them, those, everyone…

To feel an evil so powerful just the thoughts can destroy a world.

To feel a joy so pure and peaceful, it can create life.

There are no hidden thoughts, feelings, moments, time, life, death for me.

Now, you might be feeling that this is bullshit right now? i too feel that.

You might feel this is profound wisdom? i feel that.

As for one teeny tiny part of what I am allowed to feel…

Full. The eggs benedict for dinner was a success. As for watching the new Project Runway episode, it makes me feel nauseated.

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How are you feeling right now?
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A kid is a baby goat

as for being a child and watching television, I grew up without television. So the big screen was plowing fields and farming from the age of 8. 1-7 involved work but back then work was play.

driving tractors. fishing in the creek. riding horses. driving mother crazy. making dad smile.

a child in America those many years ago was a giant screen of colorful wonder, excitement, learning and joy. it also was an era that when I willfully fucked up I would get a sounding and impactful whack on the noggin which is far better than any television show today.

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What TV shows did you watch as a kid?
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A what moment?

Thing?

“Thing.”

Thing!

Fuck thing. Screw “Thing”. Thing is nothing to cause excitement, to cause the heart rate to increase. Thing(s) is the bastard child to the mother of Stuff or the worship of material.

Excitement is not a thing, excitement is a blue ribbon prize for enjoying moments as early as now to the memory of when you were born.

The birth of Life was/is/and always be the most exciting ‘thing’ for one like me.

You may see me, death, as a horrible thing but it is me writing about being excited,

Death.

Sitting at the table along with Life, and let me tell you what…

That is…

very

very

exciting indeed.

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Easy. I would enhance the optic output to proportion of retinal enhancement.

Then to store to the matrix in a main frame named, Bob.

If A.I. approves the the cubicle change then the programs will attain a next level status

of being alive.

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What???

“What motivates you?”

The short answer: No.

What does not motivate me, in fact just hearing the word, what, makes my brain hurt.

I mean, do you understand just how fucked up language is?

“What motivates you?” What kind of fucked up question is that?

What? That is not a question, that is just that, that…

AndAndAnd…

Shit.

That really is a question and I guess you can say I’m motivated by what.

(disclaimer: writing while staring at some of the best beauty on this planet can alter persceptions)

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What motivates you?
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Emergency? Plan?

Hahahahahaha!

Plan? Bullshit.

As for emergency, what kind of emergency? Broken manicured nail? Power outage? Left a chicken to burn in the oven?

Plans are as useful as a politicians promise to tell the truth. Plans don’t work.

Emergencies are handled by experience, knowledge, and a whole lot of luck.

In life or death situations the best is to plan on dying. If you live, than you are lucky. For example: If you’re being chased by a rabid raccoon or drug crazed zombie, all you have to do is to be able to run faster than them or have a friend running alongside you who is slower.

To show how mentally retarded plans are just look at the governments -of-the-world plan to deal with Covid. Six foot spacing, masks that do nothing other than allow you to smell your foul breath. Vaccines you would not even want to test on monkeys. End result? Lots of people died and lots of people got lucky.

Every plan a government has usually involves a lot of people dying and some lucky ones living until the next plan fucking kills them.

However, I will create an emergency preparedness plan for the coming asteroids that will kill a lot of people while a few lucky ones will live to plan to the next round of shit.

  1. Asteroid is to hit planet Earth.
  2. Stock up on twinkies, cockroach traps (protein) Diet soda. Toilet paper (covid taught us you can never have enough shit wipe)
  3. Worry and panic a lot. Wonder if maybe there is a god or God. And that maybe sacrificing another human could appease such an entity.
  4. Realize you are going to be obliterated.
  5. Suffer the seven stages of grief.
  6. Get drunk
  7. Get high
  8. On the day of impact look towards the sky.
  9. Scream
  10. (BANG!)

You’re all dead now but thankfully the cockroaches have twinkies, diet soda and a whole lot of toilet paper to continue making plans of world domination.

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Create an emergency preparedness plan.
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Untouchables

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What profession do you admire most and why?
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You and I are products of our environment.

If you were raised in a mansion and were given everything your heart desired maybe your answer to the prompt would be, “Elon Musk” or “Donald Trump” or “Hunter Biden” or whatever fancy is proper for the moment.

If you were raised in a jungle to a tribe of cannibals you might say, “I sure admire the village cook. Man can he cook man.”

For me, i have literally seen everything this planet has to offer and when it comes to humans, I am not impressed…

However, if there was respect and admiration to be given then it would be to those deemed as untouchables in the society of India.

In India the most ‘admirable’ caste is the religious caste followed by the warrior caste. Interesting huh? The religious folks want all the honors and glory and have the warrior caste as a close second (to keep the peace so to speak)

Working down the caste system there are retail, bakers, truck drivers, a long list…and then, there are the untouchables.

Abused.

Scorned.

I once gave our dhobi (clothes washer) a brand new bicycle to make his journey to our home easier. He always smiled. He always worked hard. My clothes have never been cleaner.

No sooner did I turn my back and our head servant beat him and took his gift. There was nothing I could do even though I was in the warrior caste. It was/is the way of life for much of India.

So, to you dhobi, to you i have admiration and respect to make the best of the cards this moment has given you. And trust me… There is something far more powerful that also has admiration for you and all the other untouchables.