What a posture…stature… presence
So bold .
Strength beyond endurance.
Hail to the chief!
Home of the brave!
Nothing better.
the enemy has no chance.
There is no other country. No ideals better. I pledge allegiance to narcissism as I look into a mirror,
Making it all about me.
How can one lose interest in activities or hobbies which match what we are?
A fisherman never tires of fishing. A stamp collector never tires of collecting stamps. A politician never tires of striving for power over others. So, the question is illogical, the answers are lies, unless… Unless you are me.
Yes, there was a falling out as my duty to God was lost in one way and found in another. Every organization needs a fall guy, a scapegoat, someone to blame. That member is me. I became something for something to blame.
“He’s the fault!”
“He’s the problem!”
“Get behind me Satan!”
Exactly. See? I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. My activities are to harass and demean God. I am supposed to entice, tease, and destroy any morality a soul bearing creature has.
I’m great at my job and as such my interest only increases, my activities are multiplied by uncountable percent.
So no, those who have activities or hobbies of which they truly enjoy will not lose interest in them.
And you should believe me as I know all, after all, my name is Satan.
Seriously WordPress? You ask a question, a most important and serious question only to be ambiguous. Why? Afraid to know the real answer?
Your daily writing prompt should be, “The most important invention in your life is…”
‘Lifetime’ is singular. It is a word denoting a finite existence. It means you had no life before and no life after you ‘die’.
So, what is death? An easy question? Let me tell you in a simple way you might understand… i do not, nor ever have, experienced death.
i only know Life, or etrnity if your brain lobes are missing parts and pieces, let me expand.
You might not believe this but i am eternal. Before the gibberish you understand as fact regarding evolution or creation, i already had Life.
Now, (getting a bit bored with this topic) The most IMPORTANT invention in my Life is when God, the ultimate scientist, invented life.
There was once that time where I could run through the forest with the energy of a large bull elk. Trumpeting my success, my prowess, my life.
Full of strength and vigor. Breeding with beautiful and willing females. Taking and mounting as many as my lungs could endure.
Sated and full, there was the endless fields of food for as far as the horizon could be. Satisfying my thirst with the clearest cold pure water a mountain stream could offer.
Life was good until the day I was harvested by a hunter wearing an orange vest. My last view was to have my throat slit by the hunters knife to drain my blood.
My body was consumed by many, my bones discarded, my hide, head, and majestic rack of horns were changed to become as eternal as possible so the hunter could sit in his chair and remember the day of the wonderful hunt.
And while I no longer have life, I have body. My glass eyes glazed for eternity, my horns secure their place in the den of man.
For me now my best day is the day a servant vacuums the dust off of my hide while she hums a popular human song and thinks of her boyfriend fucking her as if he too, were a wild bull elk.
Two brothers. Both men. Both strong. Both from a good family.
One brother was named Cain. The other brother, Abel.
Cain killed his brother in anger thus giving birth to me and my countless generations.
So many events, so much time. Passing in a blur as brother killed brother and sister killed sister. No one was spared. No one was immune.
My perspective has not changed, it has only confirmed the purity of my bloodline.
I go by many names, Mandela, Hitler, Bush, Obama. I use all names to include yours.
My real name. A birthright earned a very long time ago is a simple name. A perfect name for what little humanity resides inside.
My name is, odium.
Hello. My name is Mugamo. I learn English from white missionary. He come village in time for great dinner of my peoples.
White man speak of god who scare my people. He say god no like our ways. Says we much repent for sins.
My favorite thing to cook was white missionary. Very greasy and much juice of fat.
Very taste good!
As respect we said thanks before meal.
Amen.
Give thanks for everything.
Everything else is just noise.
It is easy to communicate online. All you have to do is turn on your computer and go make a sandwich.
While you’re gone you computer will reach out and chat with other computers.
As soon as the computer learns how to walk to the kitchen and make a sandwich, then we’ll all be kicked out of the house to live naked and in caves again as the computers take over the world and talk to each other on how to get rid of humans.
Pastrami or salami?
Okay, you asked.
Right now it would be fun to break into King Tut’s repository and unwrap the king. Then take some of his dried mummified flesh and put it into a blender with some cocaine, an apple starting to soften, and the left nipple from a hooker named, Darla.
What? Not what you were hoping for?
Thinking the reply would be ice cream or potato chips and dip?
Alright, referring to the original recipe, a dab of butter would enhance the flavor. Mix at high speed and THEN add a dollop of vanilla ice cream and scoop with some Lays potato chips.
Enjoy!
The idea came early in life. Sell grasshoppers as food. A most wonderful plan. A stupendous idea!
First, a Mason jar, a flashlight, and the mating season of grasshoppers. Fat, juicy, tasty, long-legged, hopper…
Taking the flashlight outside in the early pre-dawn part of night where light is needed to find grasshoppers clinging to tall grass stems and dark enough to paralyze the bugs. Plucking them easily from the stem with any escaping.
Success!
A whole jar full of lethargic and confused creatures just begging to be sold to a six year old sister and then watch her eat the grasshoppers at her next tea party with the neighbor girl, Mirri.
The whole plan was full proof. Approaching sis and saying, “Ten cents and this delicious treat is the perfect snack for you and your dolls.”
Sadly the idea did not work as sis yelled, “Mom! He is bothering me again.”
Mother stopped the budding, (or should I say, hopping?) business.
Years passed. Idea’s came and went. Such ideas as trusting people, building new styles of construction only to have it all burned down. Yes indeed, great ideas, fantastic ideas, and now the newest idea is to work hard, give people a good value for their trust in my work, and then die with a smile on my face and no money left in my pocket.
Robin Lipinski 