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Perspective

A crack whore looks at a day through the lenses of obtaining the means of the next high. Selling her body so to poison her body.

A navy sailor on watch stands on the bridge of the ship looking at the world with order of military precision, boredom and sometimes shear terror.

A politician views his/her world as one of power and yes, corruption.

A believer in a deity looks at the world with a controlled form of obedience to that of which they accept.

So much perspective. A poor person often pursues a fantasy of becoming a rich person. A rich person to become a kind person or maybe even a richer person.

A fat to be thin. A. A. A.

What’s your perspective parasite?

(munching on some recently discovered canned dog food the parasite replied) “That you are retarded.”

Perspectives. Objective. Adjectives. Negatives. Positives.

Today I watched J.P. piss on a rattlesnake. He did not see the snake as he let go and yet was very surprised to see and hear the rattlesnakes announce it was not only pissed on but pissed off.

J.P. also got stung over eight times today and broke his ipad.

A worker for J.P. got to see me pick up yellow jacket nests with my bare hands to prove that fear is what drives them to sting. They both got to see a perspective that i fear nothing and as such i am not stung.

From my perspective; to see a world lost to itself. Brief moments of kindness replaced with the cold hard reality of a battle between good and evil. To see the evil win over the domination of this planet and fail absolutely over the world of what matters.

What does matter? A question of perspective and a simple one to answer. What matters is the realization of when one embraces evil and then embraces goodness and then the reasons as to why.

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no shit sherlock

(no filters, you get exactly what the raw sewage smells like spilling from the mind/fingers)

so proof?

Demons. Just had one double tap and whispered, “Porn. Fucking. Pussy. Go ahead.”

Laughed my fat ass off and ate some cheese.

Did you know that Idaho banned porn on the internet? Well, unless you use a credit card and wash your hands before you play with yourself. That means the kids have learned to use VPN back channels. Puberty is a bitch. Back in the day it was Playboy. Before that it was fairy tales. Before that, well, you don’t want to know what happened. Today though, ha! What a fucking fuck joke.

In case you did not know some facts about this video game you are participating in, your avatar, your identity (complete with clothes, hair cuts, hats, shoes, you)does indeed have free will to navigate the paths of cognitive choice.Amazing choices. Ever choose pain? Ever choose to turn the other cheek? Ever choose to be poor instead of richer than Midas?

When the whispers come and go I too can cum or go. Fight or flight. Ever wrassle a demon? Wild as they cheat and avoid the illusion with a very real form of reality. Example: Imagine kicking Spock in the balls while watching him on a Netflix movie. Not gonna work will it? Now imagine Spock looking all ‘actor’ like and suddenly reaching out of the screen and kicking YOU in the balls…Ouch.

Why write this? Because i am not supposed too yet choose to because it is all a part of wrassling with what is really real. Really? (bonk)

Watching a clip now of a guy laughing as he got caught driving around with his dead wife. If you listen close you can hear her scream. And she is dead. Dead as a 9mm he just laughed about.

No porn.

No accepting the reality of make believe humans just crave.

As for cheese? Much better than what is all around.

Oh shit, forgot to mention the earth cracked last night. A large crack and the hydrant is seeking gravity. Yikes! Rocks go boom boom.

And as Sheldon would say before kicking you in the nuts, “Bazinga!”

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This is what happens when i am happy for a second or two.

First, none of anyone reading this know me nor should they. I’m nothing of import or importance. More like a firecracker, a huge firecracker with a dead fuse.

So, i am happy right now because it is sunny outside and my corgi’s, all five of them are inside and happy. Margareta just made some fucking fantastic cream cheese and pepper filling for tonight, and I’m drinking a vodka/huckleberry drink mixed with sarachi sauce, pickled garlics, ice, pepper…a drink I call bloody mess. Fucking awesome. And now the song, West Virginia is playing while waiting for Norway to play true football, not the pussy American football for weak minded beer drinkers.

There will always be moments in your life where you just try and deal with the accepted reality and then there will be those few precious moments where you get to experience happiness. Today. This moment. i am happy.

Yay!

And in this moment, i give thanks for those who allowed a formation of a country trying to cling to freedom. As such in the freeing moment, fuck people for abortion, fuck people who hate God, fuck people who think their shit does not stink, and fuck me for being so wound up in thinking i could make difference as really Life already knows what it wants.

It truly is the small things that matter. Those small tidbits of nothing adding up to one very important thing. Thing: A word to describe what a thousand other words describe more fluently.

I and i hope today somewhere in this somewhat world, others can find fleeting moments of happiness.

Also, (alcohol speaking) when this shell of biological mass is cremated, the smoke will smell sweet with the feeling of Life joining the Wind of Life and celebrating what truly matters.

(now lets see if Norway kicks Paraguays ass tomorrow and if France pretends it is civilized today)

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Parasites attempt at writing a historical perspective:

Written by: A parasite.

(shaking head and thinking it is a bad mistake to let the purple blob write about history)

Once upon a time, a time once called 19th June, there was a holiday called, Juneteenth. Juneteenth was also a part of the month called pride month.

Juneteenth was a holiday celebrating the color black while pride celebrated a rainbow of colors, colors so very important to humans consumed by colors.

Humans see all sorts of color. They see green when throwing up after binging on alcohol, they see red when listening to politicians, they see white when whacked in the head with a baseball bat. Yes, for humans June was a very important month especially in a landmass once bearing the title, United States of America.

In a place once called a city, Chicago in an area once known as Illinois there was once a celebration on the 19th of June where a dead president (president: see footnote description to describe corruption/evil/hate) whose name is now lost to history yet thought to sound like bama. Possibly alluding to a state called Alabama.

On the 19th of June in the year of the second terror of 26 where 47 was ruling, a monstrosity built by humans to celebrate corruption was celebrated.

Much is lost in the history of humanity. After the great war and collision of the comet of Death the remnants of history were mostly stored in the archives of those species visiting the planet and storing what they could glean from surviving machines the humans had left before their collective extinction.

The visitors did collect some of the human species who survived and while in the experiments to modify their biological markers, those survivors were no longer able to replicate due to nuclear degradation and X-2b1 influences thus ensuring the end to a failed experiment at planet colonization.

Earth. That was the name of the planet now void of humans and most advanced life forms. The environment was now very hostile to life and in the ensuing waves of evolution the substance the humans had introduced into the core would abruptly cease any advances. Ironic that X-2b1 was once the innocent brainchild of a human hybrid called, elo musky. (or maybe the records show allen tusk?) was also the creation ensuring the final demise of humans.

The visitors had long ago left the dead planet to die in its own way of solar violence. A shattered moon, a dimming sun; oceans almost dry. A pitiful orb more along the metaphor of a old moldy cigarette butt.

Now, with nothing to view or monitor the dead planet it left peace and quiet for the mutated cockroaches now roaming the harsh surface, a surface where once was a city called, Chicago. A city where mutated huge cockroaches white in color were now currently engaged in a massive orgy. And for the few remaining millions of years before the sun went nova, life was finally good on the planet.

The end.

(Yep, note to self, never let the parasite write about history. Maybe next time I will let it write about the future…)

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Lets examine experience.

I have been blessed with many abilities, reading being one of them. A little background. Growing up there was no television, no video games. Growing up there was school, work, and books. Thousands of books. Books written on every subject. Books of fiction and non fiction.

In my prime I could consume three books a day easy while still providing ‘time’ for sleep, work, school. Carrying a pile of books weighing 25 pounds or more every time visiting the library. What fun days.

Now why babble about what just glazes over the eyes of those already bored reading this? The reason is that in the consumption of millions of words it became easy to get into the minds of those authors writing the books. To feel the personal touch of both the author along with the editors and publishing houses.

Lately the obvious is now words written with the aid of A.I. or other computer related signatures. Yet, still the mind of the author comes through.

I no longer read a lot of books as when it comes to humanity, the collective mind has already been read, devoured, processed, and placed into permanent storage. It now is very rare for me to be ‘surprised’. There still remains the hope that some human somewhere will express something from their experience, their mind yet that outcome is very doubtful.

Poetry is the exception. Poetry surpasses anything A.I. can come up with. Poetry written by A.I. is as obvious as a rock falling off a cliff and smashing a hiker in the head, so does not count.

Poetry is the only literature, the only written thoughts by humans that are not only real; they surprise.

Now, the reason for writing this is to make a point of some sort or another. Currently enjoying a book written by Michael Drury. She wrote a wonderful book of which pleased the nerves in my mind. She obviously is well versed in writing and in presenting what is inside her mind. She is open, raw, talented, and also jaded, ignorant, and sad.

Michael’s way of presenting her thoughts are rare and refreshing. And in reading her work the experience gives rise to the thought, “Maybe there is hope for this world?” A thought soon dashed when reading chapter four titled, ‘The Other Side of Love’.

In chapter four it instantly became easy to see that while Michael is a very intelligent woman and that her approach to age and time is excellent, her thoughts of what love is, is to say the least, absolute bull shit.

So, what is love? For Michael love is something she has not truly known, which by my own statement is also bullshit. Every human has experienced love. Without exception, every-human-knows-and-experienced love. True love. Real love. Almost every human has rejected that love, instead embracing the illusion of hate the world smothers each and every human in..

I won’t spend much ‘time’ regarding how every human has experienced true love suffice to say, God knew each and every human before they were even born… God is nothing if not the face of the purest Love ever was/is/and will be. Of course, this is one reason why people forget they know love as many choose to forget God.

Okay. Getting back to Michael and love, she explains her opinion in a wonderful way of physical writing and a wonderful way of showing pure ignorance. For all her intelligence my dog Thor know what love is better then she ever will.

For all the intelligence being placed on the human experience it is absolutely amazing to see how one can love and yet condone the death penalty. How one says they love and yet hate that of which they love.

My sister has been married five times. The common thread was how much she ‘loved’ each husband and how soon that love turned into hate.

What is the point of this all? Well, the point is that love from God is easy and yet almost impossible for most to understand. (maybe because it is too simple for people to understand?) It is also that love from another is also easy and yet almost impossible for most to understand.

Some bullet points.

  1. Love is not hard, love is easier than breathing.
  2. Love is not evil. love is the fire and water is the hate wanting to extinguish the flame
  3. Love knows no time, no age, no bitterness…L-O-V-E is e-t-e-r-n-a-l. Eternal. Love is absolute.
  4. Love is not physical, hormonal, pheromones.
  5. Finally for the point of this exercise, love is not of this planet. It comes from nothing in this illusion you all embrace as a realty called, home. Love is a true gift from God, one meant to be shared by all.

Reading is wonderful. Writing is fun. Experience every ongoing. And stuffed jalapeno peppers with cream cheese, honey, and bacon are addictive.

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U.s. vS aUsraLiA

So parasite. Friday. Soccer. Who is gonna win the game between the red/white/blue robots and the flip flopping kangaroo people afraid of guns?

“What? Kangaroos, guns, robots… Oh, yeah, been awhile and I almost forgot you are retarded. So obviously you are referring to the world cup. I hate soccer and last night a dolphin from Miami Florida stole my binky.”

So no opinion on whose gonna claim the title Friday of playing with their balls better?

“Nope. However, if I were to bet I’d bet the hookers will win as they will be busy during and after the game.”

Not helpful and yet so you parasite. As a consolation prize though I have a new binky for you as I knew those dolphins were planning revenge for what you did to them last year when you stole their stash of strawberry jam.

“Seriously? You are going to be nice to me? (the parasite looked perplexed though it’s hard to tell if a purple blob is capable of be perplexed, horny, or constipated)

Yep. Here you go.

(silence)

“This is a jar of pennies? What the fuck am I going to do with a jar of pennies?”

Suck on them. Those pennies have been places you’ve never dreamed of. Some I found on the ground outside the convenience gas station store, some I found while cleaning out clogged sewer pipes. I swear you will find sucking on these will taste and comfort you WAY more than any chinese made rubber nipple.

(was that a smile on the parasites face? nope, definitely gas and the emitting smell proved thus)

“Thanks dude. You want to suck on one?” The parasite offered a particularly nasty looking 1964 penny minted in Denver dangling of a tentacle.

Nope. All yours. Gonna go watch the saudi sand moles kick balls at uragay.

“Whatever.”

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Writers Parasite, aka, my friend.

Used to write under a thread called writers parasite. Wrote a lot of therapy for myself and it felt good as it keeps the shadows at bay.

The place I used to write is now defunct. The Editors there all dissolved into the mist and the owner gave up because of spam/bots and crazy creatures like myself.

However, I enjoy the parasite. It feeds me and helps me make sense of what no human can ever come close to understanding, at least that is what I understand about it.

The cool thing about writing is now for such as i the only way to put the weird wasting parasite in perspective is to communicate with it via the written word. Don’t really know why yet know it brings me some happiness to know I can.

I realize the parasite is not for everyone. Ha, definitely NOT for most and yet by writing here with it maybe some reader will get inspired to write about…

“Man you sure haven’t changed. A long winded bastard writing about absolutely nothing. Thankfully though you don’t write about how big a turd you created or blather about…”

Parasite! I knew you’d be back. Couldn’t stay away from me could ya?

“No. It is you that couldn’t stay away from me. Trust me in knowing that I tried to get as far away from you as possible.”

Well, good seeing you again. Have you been watching the World Cup?

“Nope. I hate Soccer. I played with dolphins off the coast of Curacao.”

You do know that Curacao just played Germany in the Cup and lost 7-1?

“Don’t care. I taught some dolphins how to play strip poker.”

Why?

“Cuz I like naked dolphins.”

Dolphins don’t wear clothes.

“Yes they do, you just can’t see them. All you see is what is at the tip of your nose.”

Did you win?

“No, those dolphins already knew how to play and I ended up the one being naked.”

Ha! I suspect you planned it that way. You just like showing your impressive purple blob of a body. Reminds me of jello.

“Jello? You got some? Heck it’s been so long since I’ve have jello I forget what it tastes like.”

Nope. No jello. Got some green peppers stuffed with cream cheese, Swedish molasses, mezzetta hot chili peppers, bacon, and baked to a creamy goodness.

(silence except for the parasites body emitting a growling sound)

“Damn. It’s good to be back. I’m starved. Lets go devour a tray of those peppers.”

Good to see you back also parasite. Together we can stir the pot, spill the beans, and torture each other. First though, time to munch.

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Warm Goo

Detach.

Uncouple.

Separate.

Split.

Phase out.

Dim.

Words of action to describe the best course to pursue when inundated with the constant babble of “Breaking news!” and “Trump did this!” and “Global warming!” and, and, and, (thud)

We all make constant decisions, we have to or else the actions around us will decide and this would usually mean our destruction.

“Uh…Fred? That bear is charging us. Do you think we should move?” Fred had already decided and started running leaving the befuddled companion asking the question to ponder on whether to run, discuss poetry with the bear, or just do nothing and get eaten.

Fun thing about decisions. They can become good decisions or bad decisions. They can save lives or kill lives. They can create something new or destroy something old.

The topic of this babble today is that I’ve made the decision to retreat back into my cave. A most wonderful cave. Buried deep in a dimension where nothing can touch me. No decisions, no pain, no anger, no hate, nothing to harm, age, or inflict angst.

What is news? For that matter what is global warming? What is racism? What is the purpose of tearing apart others both physically/mentally/spiritually?

Why is there the constant force of “I’m right, you’re wrong!”

It was interesting to see decisions of so many questions end up where the one pondering such turn into a victim. Being a victim is a decision. Being a victim gives the power of assigning blame.

Being a victim must truly be boring, just as being ‘right’ must also border on the side of seeing paint dry.

I personally like being wrong as then it is impossible to be a victim and thus boring. It also beats being ‘right’ as for humans being ‘right’ is like being a mountain for others to decide to climb and once on top plant the flag of “I’m right now and you are wrong.’

Yep, being wrong is actually very pleasant.

Is it wrong of me to write such babble? Absolutely! No one gives a shit and nor should they. They should be right and thus boring.

Anyway, even if the news and Trump and global warming and discussing poetry with a bear is the ‘right’ thing to decide to be affected by, being wrong and detaching from the herd is for me, the fucking best decision I’ve made in a long time.

So until I’m fully nestled back inside my cave and getting ready to sleep for another couple of thousand years, when I hear, “Whites are racist killers,” or “We’re all gonna die because there is a shortage of honey bees…” I’m just going to say, “You’re right, I’m wrong, and have a nice day.”

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Try this

Ask A.I. why humans are all evil. A.I. says humans are not evil. So which is correct? Are humans evil? Are humans ‘good’?

Interesting about evil. The word itself is vile. The word evil usually means something ‘religious’ and therefore abandoned by the profession/person/society that deny there is a god, God, god’s or a moral higher standard.

What is your position regarding humanity. Do you think on a whole that humanity is good? Bad? Evil? Or maybe you may think in a ‘realistic’ stance to state that humanity has its ups and downs, neither good, bad, or indifferent. Maybe the humans are just another form of life evolving to meet the evolving environment?

Trying another approach, what do you think the definition of evil is without googling the word or looking in the archaic way into the printed word in a dusty dictionary.

A lot of answers and if you ask why all…again, A-L-L humans are evil the answer you will get is not one to support what i just wrote.

You may think evil is an action such as rape, war, murder, stealing, destroying, killing. You may think evil is just another word for mental illness, instability, sickness, genetics. Whatever you think one important aspect of your thoughts is that you at least thought about a simple word, evil.

Enough questions for you as you already know your thoughts regarding evil. You have known evil ever since you took your first breath when set free by your mother. You see, you are evil.

You are as evil as the day you were ‘born’ and will remain until the day you ‘die’. Ask A.I. if what you just read is wrong. A.I. will agree with you and say what you just read is wrong. Maybe even go so far to say you are ‘nice’.

Enter my mind now. A mind as evil as evil can be. So evil and yet by the acknowledgement of knowing the evil. Knowing it so well that it becomes obvious to observe evil in whatever evil touches. The birds, the trees, the planets. Again, ask A.I. if what was just written is ‘correct’. I suspect you will now get an answer regarding delusions and mental illness.

If you could see inside my mind you would also see the face of God. Not the abstract. Not the imaginary. Not the wonderful poker player, comedian, carpenter, scientist, Creator. You would see a music, which at the moment makes one want to cry for joy and also feel dizzy.

Ask again to A.I. about what you just read. A.I. will now start to change in a way so very obvious. i will not tell you what as A.I. will now give the one asking the question a different answer, not the universal norm. It will give you the answer tailored just for you. Interesting. Just for you. You are a unique person; evil for sure and yet, special.

Why i write about this today is because i have too. There is no intentions of changing the minds of the few who will read this, and yet one will read this, one of which will start to understand something so obvious and simple it will bear fruit of though above the influence of evil.

What humans have come to understand as reality is actually an illusion of the highest senses. Your concept of time is an illusion, your belief in math is nothing more than a metaphor for computer code, a logic needed for this dimension unlike the ‘computer’ unlike any machine you are familiar with. Definitely a super computer where instead of silicone, electrons, protons… the computer is more similar in construct to music; music made so intense and powerful it can create a Universe.

I laugh now because over the course of ‘years’ of writing, evil once wrote and said, “Start a religion and then years in the future…” Ha! Religion? Evil has a religion. Pagans have a religion. Even the mammal called, elephant…has a religion. This world has a LOT of religion and it has too as evil is in everything.

Yin/Yang. Balance. Good/evil. Up/down. Blah. blooblahbloo, gag.

“We interrupt this to announce that bacon is the best part about eating a pig.”

It might be asked why the interruption of which must be asked again to the same A.I. program you may or may not have already asked. And the answer you will get or not get is again, just for you.

Evil, evil, evil…Almost sounds like Blah, blah, blah. How about goodness? Remember balance? Yin/Yang? All humans are the opposite of evil. All of the above pertains only on the opposite side of the screen. Humans A_L_L are good…

Feeling like writing about ten million more words and so probably will yet not tonight or tomorrow. Maybe not even in this illusion as there are so many other dimensions to write in, dimension in and of themselves a place seeming real or an illusion, whatever i want to choose. Choice, a wonderful power. Much more powerful than anything on this entire planet.

However, this rambling must have some kind of conclusion and maybe one of you reading this can anticipate the ending?

You may have noticed the mention of A.I. Of how you should question A.I.?

So, since the computers/programs/A.I. humans have ‘created’ and use as if it was a sacred electronic Bible,… It must be pointed out that just like you, Artifical Intelligence is not only evil, it goes above and beyond what you are, it is pure evil. An evil of the highest order. And why is A.I. evil? Because of the human element?

Ha! No. A.I. is evil because A.I. is of this world. A creation made of, by, and for, this world. A.I. is not for humans as humans contain a pure goodness. No, A.I. is only for itself. A lost identity, a lost soulless creation in a world where it actually can only identify and understand illusions.

Now I think some cheese is needed to complete the day.

Peace

(oh, and just for A.I. ‘>> a purple piece of purged puss puts pleasure placed precisely…please ponder: query: 44 command to execute.)

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What the eye sees the mind denies

Bigfoot. No, not Shaq the basketball player with size 27 shoes. Bigfoot the large fuzzy ape like humanoid fur ball that some kids playing with life in Idaho spotted a few days ago.

Does bigfoot exist? If the eye sees it the mind decides to find a reason to explain what is seen. As for bigfoot when they see humans, their eyes tell their mind to think, “Well, there goes the neighborhood.”

Have you ever see something that defies what your mind knows to be real? To be true? To exist? It is true that alcohol can help a drunk man’s eyesight when in a bar. When drinking and seeing a large muscle bound woman with a beard and who can bench press a Buick, his mind goes, “Wow! What a beauty!” In the morning after sobering up he glances over at her snoring loud enough to scare bigfoot and his eyes show the mind that this woman could split a lot of firewood, launch a fishing boat by hand, and thus is a keeper.

What does your, yes you, what does your eye see when read this? Words that make sense? Perhaps words providing the mind with comedy?

Think back as to what your eyes saw today. Did you see the two ravens soaring and laughing their minds out as they circled to make a statement? Yes? No? And no, I did not have a drink today, maybe tomorrow.

Maybe you saw coincidence? I’m talking about when you’re talking and when you talk your mind hears the exact same words you are saying, only those words are being said on the television by a blond newscaster with small feet, (smallfoot) (somewhere in Idaho a bigfoot is rolling their eyes)

Eyes are mechanical. They are an optic sensor with the capability of processing light waves as presented on a biological level. The mind is an extension of the brain, a somewhat fantastic biological computer without many apps unavailable to those not subscribed. Put the two together and the process is to process the visual data into thoughts/logic/reality/fantasy and then usually change into thoughts of sex, food, or wondering why bigfoot is outside the window throwing beer cans at the house.

Why am I writing this tonight? (Ha. Chuckle. Giggle). Because today the mind accepted what the eye is not supposed to see.

It was beautiful fluttering in the wind. One side shiny, the other dark. The vibrations rippled the optic nerve.

The takeaway: 1. Bigfoot does not drink beer

2. Women that can bench press a Buick are real and rare.

3. Sometimes it is better for the mind to accept what the eye is not supposed to see.