To vote for a Democrat?
I’d rather eat turds…
What’s that?
The Republicans are worse than that?
O,kay
I’ll do it.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
Ha!
Lottery?
Win?
Anyone capable of reading this shit has already won the lottery.
Don’t believe me?
Oky dokey then…
The second your daddies billions of sperm attacked your mommies egg, there was one. One itty bitty sperm, you (well, half of you) united with your other half and bingo! Your life became official. You won the lottery.
Now if your mommy of daddy said, “fuck it,” and killed you in the womb, you still won the lottery as Life is eternal. Always was, always will be.
And if you survived the horrors of humanity and are reading this, maybe you might take comfort that you could live forever (if you so choose)
As for money? Gold? Power? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha.
“fuck you.”
Exactly. i win.
Let There Be Light
Written by: god
Humans.
A White Ring
Written by: A Porcelain Goddess
Take heart the feeling
Gut turning; gurgle and sweat
A feeling
Sensation stabbing the goose bumps rising
one
by
one…
Yearning for the touch of flesh upon seated bliss
A relief as the love is embraced,
…
and then with a wipe there comes the flush
To serve as a commode and find satisfaction of giving relief
A toilet bowl in a shitty world bring smiles to so many a face.
There it was…
Just a huvering buv the pig pen. All shiny like. Spinning round like Unckle Bob’s head efter drinkini some kick ass shine!
Lord amighty… Done scart the shit right out dem hogs. Squilling n squalling.
Anyways, a beem a light shot out da bottum of that ther spinny thing. Done took me up ta heaven.
We had a fun time we did. Dem little green fella’s were intimtate with my ass and we drank shine.
Whee Haa!
Shine: Get some.
It Depends… At What Time?
It sat there. A treasure ripe and waiting to be plucked and plundered.
A taboo hung thick in the air. The thoughts of law and order. Commands given and received.
Yet there it sat firmly placed atop the cold harsh reality of the unattainable. A gem sparkling and viewed by a mind filled with the temptatious thoughts of a mind well schooled in what is right and what is wrong.
The hands of the clock rotated around the center of the sun. Night became day became night became day until the day came where the thoughts overpowered logic and reason.
A mission: Made in planning and executed with precision.
First, a chair. A wooden chair pushed with exertion to help aid in an endeavor now filling the mind with happiness and expectations.
Second, the will. Gravity to overcome, height to attain. Jubilee to feel as with each action lead towards success.
Third, the moment where the hand made contact with what was not of the world of a child. And then another hand to make contact.
Fourth, to relish in victory.
You see, for a four year old boy whose mind was as intelligent as ever there was intelligence, had made the self choice of obtaining the cookies in the jar located in the kitchen. A clay contained holding the precious goods of chocolate chip cookies.
For the boy the mission was a complete success. For the boy’s mother and father, an acknowledgement of a smile.
It’s a Bittcchh!
Written by: Physics
“Sweet the caress as the ground swallows a fallen tree”
or,
in other words…
The most positive impact one can have on this planet is when materials/matter falls on you.
An example:
- asteroid
- rock
- brick
- branch
- ice
- baseball bat
- car tire
An endless list of kinetic energy being released upon your body and leaving the potential for more.
Thus, it can be said, “Gravity is a bitch.”
A Fun Sport!
Written by: A monster
Since monsters first roamed the Universe there has always been the sport of killing.
Death: Death is a wonderful sport. To lead your team into the battlefield of utter destruction.
Planet after planet turned into a sterile glazed brick of lifeless nothing.
After billions of billions of trillions of ‘time moments’, the sport of killing may seem to get boring, and for good reason. Do something long enough the thoughts of the team start to stray into other arena’s. Some players even start to think about maybe creating life, or baking bread, or just playing some pranks on a solar systems life force by changing the sun’s color to pink or green.
Thankfully for Team Death, the uniforms are so uncomfortable and unbearable and unwearable, the color black is the only soothing thing about them and the thoughts of those team members wearing them only think of Death.
And death will never be stopped because the teams mascot is always in the shape, form, and ideals of a New Jersey mother-in-law. A perfect motivation for a monster desiring to win at the game.
Daily writing prompt
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
Whee!(d)
Written by: Whee!(d)
- Jesus
- Pizza
- chocolate
- Pizza
- (a whee bit of the devils cabbage mixed with a little shine)
Whee!(d)!
Easy
Jesus.
