A job for free?
Who in there fucking right mind (excuse me you woke fuck mind, left/right/up/down…)
Work for free?
Sweat and toil.
Sacrifice.
Bleed out your ass and your fucking mind?
No one, absolutely nobody, works/has/a/fucking/job/works/for/free.
and…
and…
and…
oh, fuck me…
I do have a job where I work for free
I am a fucking writer
(I have too or else it’s burning ants)
I write and write
Get reject after reject
and now I’m paying WordPress
so I can have a job
where I work
4
free.
Written by: Something You Do Not Want to Meet
A question based on altruistic motives. “How would you improve your community?” The key word, ‘you’.
Now, how would I improve ‘my’ community? Ha! I would blow it all to fucking itty bitty pieces. Pieces so small they would be destroyed on the atomic level. And why? Because that is what this world wants. It begs to be destroyed just like Mars, Venus, even the local Sun is aching to be destroyed, and be ‘destroyed’ it will…because (drum roll… because in the destruction it replaces it all with my world (s).)
Your world is totally one of death, decay, destruction, hate… (but, but what about hope, love, joy?)Your world is merely an illusion necessary for what is to be fully revealed (not based on your time, but my time… Your time is just a part of the illusion ‘needed.)
“You’re fucking nutso. Gibberish. Garbage.” The locals can be a bit testy. There are those who think their shit smells good. There are those who think ‘think’ their actions can improve this world. There is a tremendous amount of ignorance in so many worlds it can be a bit painful.
You will do what you do because your choices are many leading right up until the time your shell of a ‘body’ dies. And while you make/improve you community, realize it is important…It is important because their is most definitely a God. A loving God. A most wonderful God. A God who made something like me. Something that only answers to God.
It is good i only answer to God.
As for you/they/them/we/all…And for those actually crazy enough to read this little bit of ‘writing’ (no, not fucking gaslighting, or lying, or bullshitting, or expounding, or exposing, or explaining in a way you can understand) look inside YOUR dreams tonight… Take a really close look and if you don’t look away, you will see me.
The Dream, always the dream.
How does logic translate a foolish question?
Is it with facts?
Consensus?
Folly?
So here is your itty bitty, teeny tiny, easy-to-understand answer…
Nothing on this shithole planet is unique on its own. Not you, not her/him/they/them/it.
Deer are not unique.
Birds are not unique.
Earth is definitely not unique.
“You’re a fucking turd and don’t know shit!” (Hah, closer to the truth than being unique)
This is all nothing more than a test of illusions. Depending on how the illusions ‘score’ on the test is THEN the moment a unique flame is lit.
What so very few can understand is that there is only One Unique individual in the multiple dimensions you can understand and the many you are clueless about.
God.
God is the only one that is unique.
And since you and you and this whole illusion of ‘reality’ is nothing more than God testing God, if you pass the very easy test you become one with God and thus unique. If you fail, then you are no longer an illusion or unique or with God.
For some religious nerds, Heaven is to be with God. Hell is to be nothing and without God.
Whee!
(To shorten and explain in an easier way: The word unique is just another word. A useless word used to comfort many of those illusions thinking they are something they are not.)
Uh, me?
When I was five, I wanted to become four again.
Four was good but three was better.
Forget two and few remember one that day
the day when my Life truly began.
Thank you God.
(dedicated to those fucknuts who embrace abortion as a god)
and wishes are for humans.
‘Secret’ Ooh! Oh my! Golly gosh gee!
‘Skill’
‘Ability’
This is fun as I no longer give a shit what humans wish for, what abilities they have, or skills they think they master.
As for secrets, each and every human ‘thinks’ they have a secret.
So, at this exact minute you are reading this i have already entered your ‘secret’ mind and let me tell you what…B-o-r-i-n-g.
“I fucked my best friends friend, he was so-so”
or you…
“This guy is weird.”
or, or, or…
Boring.
Good news coming though, soon to push the restart button and try another planet.
And that’s the waaaay it goes.
(blip, bleep, blank screen)
feeling the sparkly kiss of sunlight
cheery cheery beam of warmth and life
a gentle breeze perhaps, or maybe?
Maybe a soft white fluffy puffy cloud to bring the warm skin some wonderful relief.
Yessss…yes indeed.
Happiness and smiles as life is in communion with those many happy, healthy, young people frolicking on the Summer beach…
Even there, laying in the shadow of lazy relaxation, a young girl; smiling.
She is happy with how fantastic goes her life today, a day where watching the blue sky invokes dreams.
Within a dark shadow no one can see,; reaching down (or up if you prefer, from the grave)
And with a kiss upon her warm lips, the cold kiss of death,
nice weather, bad weather, all weather on each and every day,
is a favorite type of weather
for Death to be.
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There. Are you fucking happy now WordPress?
If not, I have one word that describes you…
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or,
if you prefer,
Outside/inside
resides
a touch, a shade/shadow/glimmer
the constant battle of not destroying the Milky Way…
with merely a snap of the fingers.
You see, to read is to become a part of something other than yourself. And what is this, yourself?
In a minute you’ll see why the question.
*
Abdel Morkowitz was a loser. He also was a Jew. Which was worse for Abdel, being a loser or being a Jew? It is common knowledge that Jews are targets for hate by Jews and non-Jews. It is also common knowledge that being a loser is common for those who are born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Abdel was born to lackluster bakers in Berlin Germany in a period where Hitler was still a corporal in the German Army. His parents were not losers but neither were they good parents.
“Don’t drop the flour you clumsy boy.” Abdel’s father was quick of the tongue and hand; constantly belittling his son.
The day the Germans smashed the bakeries windows was the day Abdel not only lost his parents, but he also lost his freedom as he was spending his first day in what some would call, Hell.
Hell: A place/setting/consciousness where there is no God, only hate and pain.
The cruelty of the Nazi power was surgically precise as it was horrific. Abdel was shuffled with thousands of other Jews as if sacks of grain destined for market.
There was the day where the loser was packed in a boxcar and sent down the tracks to his final destination. A place where cattle in a slaughter house were afforded more dignity than those fellow Jews gassed and burned in th3 of3nw, it truly was h3ll.
Now, this is a bleak story and at the beginning I told you Abel was a loser, a Jew, a prisoner of hell; beaten by the guards and facing the line of those about to be killed. I said in a minute you will see, and now see you shall.
You see, Abdel had the genetic mistake of skin pigmentation. His the pure alabaster white only an albino can have. To this the Nazi’s were fascinated. An aryan color of goodness and power.
Abdel was indeed a loser and Jewish and yet lucky in a way. His death was to be sure. 100% certainty that his soul would become separated from his body. And it was. Only his fate was not one of gas and oven. No, that was clean and final.
Abdel’s fate was to be skinned alive by a doctor trying to advance the medical science of the Reich. The doctor a firm believer in evil and no believer that Jews were worthy of human status…
And reader? You may think this story has nothing to do with ‘What was the best compliment you’ve received?’ and you are wrong.
‘you see’ Abdel was a loser and Jewish. He had the skin as soft and white as a summer cloud. Which is why when the doctor was finished skinning the young man, the skin was tanned and made into a wonderful light shade for a lamp in Hitlers study.
As Hitler was sitting in the room one day he looked at the lamp and complimented it. “That is a most wonderful lamp. The animal skin is truly remarkable.” And with this tortured way of explaining the obvious was the best compliment Abdel Morkowitz had ever received.
Confidence is a nice mask. It is a perfect coverup for the illusion that ‘everything’ is going the way ‘we’ want…
Is confidence good? Well, I suppose a doctor cutting up a patient to fix a disease should have confidence, but that confidence comes from experience and training. So for a doctor they may have confidence in trying to help but are insecure in other facets of life such as talking to someone who disagrees with them.
So to answer yet another useless wordpress prompt, the question is ambiguous and misleading. Confidence does not exist in any single human as a total package. Now for a group, or ‘group’ then the most confident people/group I know are those who embrace evil…
You can disagree and I could give a flying fuck about that. My confidence in such a matter is far and above very very very well learned, and earned (much like a well trained doctor with experience)
Those who ‘try’ to love, or love God, or kittens, or puppies… They have some confidence but are mostly insecure as there is the lure of the dark side. Yet those who steal, lie, cheat, kill, hate…They ‘they’ have utmost confidence and are not afraid to hurt, maim, kill, slander, steal, destroy, rape, ravage, mutilate… Evil is VERY confident.
And thus the surprise: Humans who strive for complete confidence make very good evil entities while those who place their entire Life complete with doubts, insecurity and yes, confidence on the plate of God, they are the best humans can be. Those people who find failure, setbacks, pain, angst, and yet still try to be with God, THEY are the hope and give me confidence for the future of humanity
