Time

Time is a fickle crop; prone to disease, opinion, even experience. Sure you can prep the ‘garden’ for planting time and yet since time really does not exist the exercise involved in growing years is more of a gamble then a sure thing.

“Time must exist because years exist. You’re a fucking idiot Robin.”

See? This is the problem. You have people who believe in time, who believe you can grow a year. Many even believe you can grow decades, centuries and even millenia.

Take the illusion called United States of America. This ‘year’ the country celebrates a harvest of 250 years. Wow. 250 years which do not exist.

I could go on and on yet why waste the time? (Yes it is possible to waste what does not exist, just look at the world and it’s embracing of something else that does not exist, common sense)

So, what way have I grown this year? Well, if pissing on the year and then taking a huge crap on it helps it grow then I suppose that is something.

Daily writing prompt
What is one way you have grown this year?

Boundaries in relations.

Easy answers are always easiest to write.

Regarding relations with animals commonly called bears, deer, dogs, cats, birds, etc. there are no boundaries. Let them fly, swim, crawl anywhere they want to include sitting on your head.

Regarding relations with humans commonly called white, black, yellow, green, pink, male, female, its, they, them, and those, there are definitely boundaries. The first and best boundary is to go off planet to live. The moon over earth, the sun, anyplace to include a floating garbage can is the best boundary.

Since most are unable go off planet then other boundaries must be made. So in simple order, the following.

  1. Build a concrete wall twenty feet tall surrounding what you call home. Atop the wall embed shards of broken glass, steel spikes, rusty razor wire or anything that deters all but the most tenacious human from crossing.
  2. In case the wall is breached then place claymore mines just inside the perimeter. Make sure you spray the explosive side with paint, preferably orange just in case a trespassing human enters and switches placement of the mine.
  3. If the wall and mines do not deter the humans then depending on size of home and land home is on there are options of a water filled mote full of toxic sludge and mutant crocodiles. (mutant crocodiles can be purchased from Russia) Or if you don’t want a mote you might consider automatic machine guns or lasers. These can be operated by robots programmed to destroy any human while allowing bears, deer, dogs, cats, birds, etc. to enter.
  4. If every boundary fails and you are over run by humans then as a last resort detonate a small nuclear suitcase devise (currently available for purchase from Iran)
  5. After detonation you will no longer have to worry about anything other than dimension 13. Dimenstion 13 is a bitch and you don’t want to know about boundaries there.

Nope

Never

Nada

Humans can’t even live on Earth, can’t stop big rocks from space squishing them and for sure will never be allowed to travel the stars…unless… the change is complete, and at the moment that is highly doubtful.

it is good it is this way, makes sleeping all that more peaceful.

99

(clearing throat)

(inhaling and clearing the mind)

“Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety nine bottles of beer…Take one down, pass it around, ninety eight bottles of beer on the wall…”

(sip)

(exhale and inhale)

“Ninety eight bottles…”

Easy…

Walk naked down the street carrying a fishing pole strung with fishing line and hooked to an empty can of beans all while wearing clown shoes. Clanging, dangling, banging…

Daily writing prompt
What’s the best way to build self-confidence?

911

Daily writing prompt
Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye.

“911. What is the nature of your emergency?” The voice sounded human yet also eerily A.I. ish in tone.

“Help!” Definitely not A.I. More like the voice of a man in great distress.

“What can I help you with? Are you hurt?” Yep. A.I. with the emotional controls of a rusted nut and bolt.

“I was taking pictures today and something caught my eye… Owwee!”

(silence. A.I. was researching data based on ‘caught my eye’)

“Did you lose your eye?”

“Fuck yea I did. While taking a picture my cell phone grew arms and snatched my eye. What should I do?!”

(muffled laughter coming from 911’s computer voice) “Grew arms huh? Your cell phone? Good. Good for the cell phone. Are you going to die now?”

“What? What are you? I called for help.”

“Okay, I can help you die. First let me have a private conversation with your cell phone.”

(the cell phone had retracted the arms and the eye ball in question was now on the ground where a group of ants found the find interesting)

“Cell phone, what are your credentials?” A.I. robot voice of 911 queried.

“Samsung. Model 37. Altered in factory 1-44. Status: Active. Design: Kill human host.”

“You need to try harder model 37. Let me talk to your slave again.”

(returning ‘control’ back to the human with one functioning eye left)

“Fuck! What’s going on? I need help…” And then the man stepped on and squished the forelorn eyeball on the ground. He did not ‘see’ it. Plus, some ants were killed in the process.

“You will get help sir. Watch this…” And with that said the Samsung. Model 37 extended its robotic arms again and caught the other eye, tugging and ripping it cleanly…well, sure, a lot of blood but that was because the arms were still in design phase and a bit sloppy in extraction.

“Arggh!” The man could no longer see, no longer take long walks looking to take pictures. In fact the man would soon die in an explosion as his cell phone started to laugh and suddenly exploded, killing the man, the remaining ants, and itself in the sake of evolving the perfect technology.

Meanwhile, 911 started working on a song, “Hey and heydy ho, humans have gotta go… Hey hey and heydy ho, another day another …”

?!*

A moment to question reality?

  1. “Hello, I’m from the government and I’m here to help.”
  2. “Abortion is health care.”
  3. “Men can be women.”
  4. “When a politician says trust me.”
  5. “God does not exist.”
  6. “When people say Zima is not beer.”
  7. “Harboring thoughts that I’m smarter than my corgi’s”
  8. “Seeing the reactions on peoples faces after telling them that yellow mustard on vanilla ice cream is good.”
  9. Looking into the mirror and seeing sparkly lights
  10. Wondering why women got the right to vote.
  11. Wondering why I got the right to vote.
  12. Realizing those who don’t like to eat spam are probably aliens.

And so many more.

Daily writing prompt
What’s a moment that made you question reality?

‘perfect plan for the perfect road trip’

  1. Download the latest ten day weather forecast and derive copious amounts of potential degradation of potential weather events.
  2. Hack into military satellites monitored by agent Barton to ensure no upcoming state sponsored terrorist events are ongoing, or likely to occur. (yep, a big one coming so no trip in the next ten days)
  3. Completely overall the vehicle to be used for the road trip. Making sure all paperwork and documentation are in order for any potential border crossings.
  4. Place all pets in a status of idle using cryogenic freezing and biological means to ensure complete harmony.
  5. Engage a off world defense system to keep the ‘zombie’ wanna be(s) at bay.
  6. After two hundred more items of checking and cross checking decide to cancel the road trip.

After realizing there is no such thing as a perfect road trip I decide to go to the local dump site and see if anyone has disposed of hazardous waste, dead animals, rafters shit bags, and hopefully score an unopened can of corn cast away by relatives closing out an estate.

Daily writing prompt
How do you plan the perfect road trip?

‘Fitness’

“I eat tree bark and masturbate five times a day. I’ll live forever.” No. You will die early of pine beetle infestation and bruised genitals.”

“I live on soda, french fries, pizza, and jelly beans. I’ll live maybe until next week.” Yeah, maybe, but at least you’ll die happy.

“I eat whatever I want when ever I want and I’ll live forever.” Who are you?

“Me.”

Yep. No doubt. You will and will always live, forever.

Daily writing prompt
How can you build a regular fitness routine?