It all started that one day in a men’s bathroom at JFK International Airport.

Standing there taking a royal wicked piss and minding my own business dreaming of cheeseburgers when off to the side of me stood a large black man.

A man large of stature and yes, endowment.

It was not his size that amused me nor the thoughts that he was glancing in reciprocity, no, it was the shocked look on his face when in a large exclamation of wonder said, “Oh. My. Gawd!!!”

And that’s how I got the nickname, Big Bird.

Which job?

The one where I stab people with a pitchfork while they roast in hell? Such wonderful screams indeed!

or,

the one where I issue harps and halos? The sound of the harp can be soothing

or maybe the one where I watch over a newborn as it figures out how to breathe? That sound is amazing.

of course, in my line of work, i get to enjoy the music/sounds of an entire Universe and it must be said, God sure knows how to write music. Sometimes it can be a bit, overwhelming…

WordPress should be ashamed…

“go to comfort food.”

???

Do they not understand the reactions answers from around the world would be?

An Inuit native would write and say, “Seal balls dipped in whale fat.” (at this exact moment, a vegetarian keeled over in horror)

Or, some nut job living in Maine writing that eating freeze dried cockroaches really takes the edge off thoughts of following random strangers in the street.

‘Comfort’ is a personal perspective.

Pain for one is joy for another

Taboo’s

Traditions,

Though no one needs to know, my own personal comfort food (especially when stressed) (it can’t be written, winky wink) but then eating fairies is very comforting. Just pluck those little gems out of the air enjoy.

Ahh…

Daily writing prompt
What’s your go-to comfort food?

Life is the best game around.

Why?

Because the winner never dies. The loser learns how to play. And those not playing wish they could…

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?

Food?

What? Of satisfying the hunger of the heart?

To temp with such morsels as love?

Bringing a licking of lips so to savor the flavor?

Of mixing the sensuous as the fingers stir the tit?

Yes, of course a course fit for more than a king or queen.

But could they handle it?

A full belly

Sated and satified

and there, the ding of a bell.

Daily writing prompt
What foods would you like to make?

Nothing Really…

Life is too short to take the time to be bothered by those rather insignificant things.

Someone flips you the bird, so what? Smile and pretend they are a naked gerbil.

A politician says one thing and does the opposite. Be bothered? Everyone knows they all lie.

A long list where something bothers someone,

not me.

Though…

I suppose falling off a ladder, bouncing off a porch, impaling the body with a sharp stick on the ground, and while unconscious to wake up and see coyote with rabies eating one of my toes…

Yeah, that would bother me.

Interesting…

‘Name ten things you know to be absolutely certain’

First, if an illusion is really an illusion than all is an illusion and nothing is certain

Second, up is never up if shown by a hand pointing ‘up’ and over the head while hanging from a tree branch up-side-down

Third, I know i have have the wind as a friend and the wind has my back as it pushes me off a cliff.

Fourth, when hearing the words, “Trust me,” run.

Fifth, when hearing the words, “I don’t believe in lawsuits,” run faster

Sixth, when a woman asks, “How do you think I look in this dress?” take a rocket ship up into space and escape Earth.

Seventh, when any government official shows up at your door and says, “I’m here to help,” pretend you’re having a heart attack but make sure your hand grasps your wallet as you ‘die’.

Eighth, one plus one does not equal two.

Ninth, there really is nothing true about human intelligence

Tenth, pizza is a perfect food.

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Now, after writing that shit the truth of the matter is this. Every creature, every form of life, everything knows with absolute certainty what it is…

and to prove a point: An example

A man tells a Welsh Corgi dog the following words with utmost certainty

1. “No”

2. “No”

3. “No”

4. “No”

5. “No”

6. “No”

7. “No”

8. “No”

9. “No”

10. “No”

And the corgi in return, in no uncertain terms or mishearing, hears

  1. “Yes”
  2. “Yes”
  3. “Yes”
  4. “Yes”
  5. “Yes”
  6. “Yes”
  7. “Yes”
  8. “Yes”
  9. “Yes”
  10. “Yes”

Seeking…

The word: Seek.

Seek, search, seer, seen.

Already found it, alright.

Took a long time and found it.

Such the pile of gold

seen while falling from Mt. Everest

No?

You don’t believe it?

Well, I’ll have you know I once knew Sherlock Holmes. Personally. Even shook his hand.

And godzilla? Are you kidding me? We’re buds and drink beer!

You see?

I and i found it

a most wonderful adventure leaving my mind secure

to have found the joy of writing

and a plump full box of imagination

anon.

Daily writing prompt
Are you seeking security or adventure?

A Little Din Din

Written by: A Table cloth

To invite implies a motive for action.

Inviting those to dinner, and in this case, they have to come even if they do not want to.

Interesting…

Of course the corgi’s would be there as they run security, comedy, and are the cleanup crew.

An assortment of various creatures would be there both human and other. (their dietary needs are a bit wonky but pizza mixed with exotic combinations overcomes all)

God is always here. Always was/is/will be, so how to invite the perfect guest?

Mmm…

Ah yes. As the guest must come. There is no denial, no pretend, no excuse, nothing to cause the host to say, “I wonder where…”

Now, a bit strange here as to the reason of choice, but God always kicks my butt at poker. I did win one hand once, for reasons beyond logic/chaos/logic, but mostly I get a good lesson in one aspect or another.

The choice then would be, Satan. Now Satan is nothing more than one of many ‘names’ given to place a face on the body of evil.

Why Satan? Hah! For a very good reason. This is a world run and operated by such an energy where evil comes uninvited just as evil seems to ‘think’ evil can do whatever evil wants.

Satan is neither male or female. Energy is what energy is. White energy/Dark energy. Flowing to where the connections are available, and on Earth; perfect conductor. The entire picture is the perfect canvas where the canvas thinks it has more control over the Artist… Control over the chef… Control over the cook, table, world.

So, I would invite Satan to dinner with one simple caveat for everyone attending the dinner. Everything, everyone must ‘arm’ wrestle God.

Simple request.

A good workout that will would increase appetite.

It would build community and well being among the guests.

People there. Complete strangers i meet on the street would realize there actually is a God.

There would be tears of joy.

There would be celebration.

Enemies would become friends.

Friends would help others.

And. And. And. As for the main event, the feeling/look on the face of evil when reaching out to touch the Creators hand. To see in an instant that look/feeling of sadness and regret to have once thought there was more to power than God.

To realize what was missing in evils Life.

Love.

(and then of course, once the dark and white energy once more became what nothing of this reality can come close to understanding… there would be Universal Hope. Love. Life.)

and yes, the pizza would be fucking fantastic.