Ha! And might I add, har de har har?
i remember life before there was even a planet called, Earth.
Ha! And might I add, har de har har?
i remember life before there was even a planet called, Earth.
A story bold to talk about the weather or the bus that hit you
with broken tiles to mend upon the floor.
Remember the dance in the desert? The one where we lanced and pranced with abandon?
I said, “I love you.” You said. And then we said gaslighting or something of cause and effect.
Would you like to talk soon? Or not. Reasons being what they are.
Just to let you know though, when I snuggle with my dogs and say sweet things
i am really just pretending
what it would be like,
to talk to you.
(And A.I.? Go screw yourself)
Two points of view as to legacy. What to leave behind.
“Are you nuts?” said a writers parasite.
No. Yes. Well, maybe. ‘Wanting’ and actually ‘doing’ are two very different things. On one hand it would be nice to leave the world a better place than finding it, and on the other hand it all appears pretty hopeless to leave anything that will just be engulfed in death and destruction.
“So you don’t have anything meaningful to leave behind when your rotting corpse is either vaporized and repurposed in a can of Spam?”
Nope. Nada. Nothing. I plan on leaving nothing behind. When I’m gone, nothing or anything or even history, will know I was ever here… Well, Treasure Cave Blue Cheese will know I’m gone as their sales will plummet as I truly love to eat their blue cheese.
“You’re fucked in the head.”
Yes. Yes I am.
balance beam where life walks
hands stretched from beginning to end
working a body towards a goal, a task.
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pain upon a point of joy; fulcrum broad so neutral in deciding
how then to share those who bring meaning and comfort?
how does one work through situations where other situations are more demanding?
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the answers bounce back and forth
as we all work through it towards our final moment
retiring home to be with God.
You slick little bio machines, what with your sugar fed brains
Slurping water like a fish, eating so you can grow, live and shit.
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Sacrifice? You mean you give?
Up? Do you give up? Do you quit? And then cry/get mad/smile if you’re sick?
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Okay, I’ll bite, what do I sacrifice? Mmm… Nothing. Absolutely nothing as I only take, I demand, I, I, I, I am me and if you ask me I wouldn’t give you one whit
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It is always about me and it always has been this way. Ever since I discovered there were choices to be made. God gave humans something called commandments, or rules or laws. Something about sin. Ha! What would God know about sacrifice! God is a….
“Stop.”
What?
“You need to stop and go back to Hell now Lucifer. You sacrificed your Light for a lost cause of evil.”
No… No I did not! You are wrong, I am right. You’re a fool and I’m a god!
“Look into my eyes. What do you see?”
I, I, I, I see God…and, and,
“You lost.”
Nooooo!
Saddled at birth with a name. A name sticking to you like glue.
Given by man with whim of choices to allow a woman to say yes.
Only, that is who we are.
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Or is it not of what we are; rather something of Earth?
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Nay only to know; forever knowing, of the soul we are wearing.
List the people I admire and look to for advice…
There is not one human or a billion that i would ever take advice from. Not one. That’s like asking a turd in a toilet bowl what the meaning of life is.
However, i admire God and the advice given has always proven true 100% of the time.
So there you go you Atheist weirdo’s. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Oh. Wait. WordPress is being serious? Is there a quote I live my life by or think of often?
Mmm…Well, in the Marine Corps my quote was, “Kill them all and let God sort them out.” However, those days are over and only Antifa members would want that one except they don’t believe in God.
I know… No. No that one won’t do. “Fuck them all…” No, not that one either, too real.
Wait! Of course. I don’t need any quotes to live by. Quotes are for weak and insecure people. I am not weak or insecure. I am insane.
I live the way i want when i want and how i want.
Otherwise…”Never underestimate God’s sense of humor.”
“Can I huh? Can I mom?” Persistence of youth, especially a male child whose brain deals in the muddy waters of misguided absolutes, is astounding.
“No.” Mothers can communicate in the most simple way to get their point across in only a few words.
“Why? Everybody is going.” Ah yes! The age old response from one losing an argument.
“I don’t care, you cannot go.”
“But, but, but Mooooom… Please?” Starting to sound more like defeat mixed with futile hope.
“No. Now go clean up for dinner.”
Sigh, “Okay.” And off to his world of self the young lad went. Only, like so many young males (and a mothers closest thing to a challenge, young females) he had other plans…
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Skipping forward in the age old story of obedience and disobedience we now project in your mind the picture of a boys empty room. It is empty because this lad snuck out of his room and went camping with some of his friends. Can you see it?
If you’re actually reading this ,what kind of room are you picturing? Is it a room filled with male paraphernalia such as half naked women in posters hanging on the wall? Is there a computer on a desk with some sort of stickers on it? A bed unmade? Dirty clothes on the floor?
Yes?
No?
Don’t give a fuck?
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Now to what the room looks like. It is a room unlike any you could know. It was a gravitational pod filled with pulsing stems of high voltage. The hum would destroy any human ear drum, the voltage would eradicate any human flesh completely. It was here the young male lived on a planet filled with such advanced science combined with multi-dimensional constructs it was a bit overwhelming.
The young male was indeed biological and his parents were the typical male and female who combined the biological and the unexplainable ( maybe some day you will come to understand, but that day is not today.)
With his friends the group went camping to a primitive planet called, Earth. It was here they would camp among the species so dangerous and bizarre it was to be the perfect test of disobedience one could dream of, let alone bring to fruition.
“Damn, look at that,” the boy turned to talk to one of his compatriots to share his view of a young human female giving herself a shot of heroin.
“How bizarre.” It was at this time when a stray bullet from a gun fired in anger by an antifa activist against a fellow rival hit the boy and caused an explosion on par with a small tactical nuke.
And while it is sad the camping trip ended badly it only proved that mothers know best. It also proved true that Earth is a shit hole and should be left to be an exhibition at a cosmic zoo.
How can anyone watch anything when you have five welsh corgi’s having a bark off contest?
“Woof ! “
woof !”
“Bark!”
Can’t even watch the sun set outside without Thor, Pluto, Sobo, Ladybug, and Orf, bark so fucking loud, it distracts.