it means a lot. so much with so much and for so much… which is why A.I. will never ever come close to understanding what i just wrote.
- I wish the genie did not exist
- I wish I did not wish the genie did not exist
- I wish I never would have to wish again
(suck on that A.I.)
“Don’t talk about him..”
Every family has that ‘uncle’. You know, the one everyone talks about?
Don’t really know what the relationship is. Some could say brother while others could say stranger, though that really is not the point.
Deep in the bowels of the surface of the planet, deep, deep, deep. Far below the ice sheet of Greenland their is a special cave. A prison of sorts that is starting to crack and fray.
Thousands of years ago he was put away. Chained and shackled and covered in magic spells meant to hold him at bay.
Lately though, he has fallen through the cracks… Literally. And man of man, or, oh boy… is he pissed.
What’s that? There is talk of rain?
Sure. Whatever, though maybe it’s time to move to another planet far far away?
MeMa
“I’m 197 years old today and while I have a name I can’t seem to remember it.” The voice sounded strong coming from a woman who claimed to be 197 years old. And it held a tone of simmering power.
“While you’re writing this young man would you mind handing me my knitting needles?” I had to pause for a minute to get her some number 4 needles attached to a partially made sweater. She smiled nicely after giving them to her.
The woman started to whistle and knit. Knit, pearl, knit, pearl… Fascinating to watch the old hands weave the wool thread into a beautiful creation.
Without asking she said, “So, you want to know what my favorite form of physical exercise is? Ha. Guess?”
How does one guess what a 197 year old woman does for exercise unless it is to just wake up and make it through the day? So, without wanting to offend her I said, knitting?
She smile and chuckled even more; knitting in a blur. With a firm reply she looked at me and said, “Knitting keeps the mind sharp yet does little for the body. No, my favorite form of exercise is to fuck young men.”
With that, the interview was over as the woman had stopped knitting and placed her right arm on my leg.
Free… I’d blow the moon up for free. In fact I think I’m going to do it…
What’s that? How much to ‘pay’ to go to the moon?
Why the fuck would I want to pay for something that I am going to destroy?
And
to
let
you
know a little secret
(looking left, looking right and whispering)
i
am
going to also destroy your precious planet.
Things are going to get hot indeed.
trying newer and improved ways of getting off this planet before the natives eat me.
believe it or not, I taste like chicken.
i hug strangers
i love bunnies
i can’t believe God tolerates me.
(an old answer)
“A good fence makes for a good neighbor”
To live the exact opposite of what humans find comfortable, exciting, and wonderful all while enjoying the fact that this planet is totally a fucked up place to be imprisoned.
Amazing how evolved monkeys think living to 100 ‘years’ is so fucking wonderful and that gold is so fucking precious, and and and and ad nauseum.
As for sex, love, and peace? Hah! Humans fuck up sex, hate love, and can’t even come close to practicing peace unless they were suffering from a severe brain tumor.
And for WordPress monkey bots also known as A.I. this is the last year to participate in your money game. $160.00 a year for this shit? Hah, fuck you.
Almost blew a libation out the nostrils…
Out of place?
Time?
Ha! Giggle! Snort!
Planet you call Earth in a world of some fucked up time.
Robin Lipinski 