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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.

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So, what do you do about it?

‘it’

In abortion terms, “Are you going to take care of it?” or “Are you going to get rid of it?” Said by the male contributor of sperm to a now pregnant female. ‘It’ being the new life.

Along the same vein, ‘it’ can mean an identity or situation.

It happened the other day. Three months ago I installed a sidewalk for ‘friends’ who don’t have much money. They make their money through government checks. Disability. Bipolar. Mental cases. That is the son and daughter of a couple who are old, broke, and almost dead

Saved them about $2000. Installed a ramp, a handrail, fixed the worn and tired slab. Charged $2777.01 The father, Larry, was the one needing the new sidewalk as his health is poor at 90. I asked him if he wanted it smooth or washed aggregate. He wanted the traction and so aggregate it was.

Job was finished. Money paid and then three months later, Cindy calls. Cindy is a sad and sick person. Heavily medicated and filled with dark shadows. She said on the phone, “I need you to stop by and see how rough the sidewalk is It is filled with cracks.”

I said I’ll be right over, and I was.

She met me outside and said, “I was just going to walk the cat.” There was no cat. Just me, her, and it. It being the sidewalk.

The walkway was perfect. No cracks. Beautiful. Just the way they wanted it.

Cindy proceeded to say, “look at how bumpy it is,” and “There is a dip,” and mumbling.

There is nothing to see. Just a sad sick woman filled with shadows.

I asked what she wanted. She just rambled. I asked if she did not like the job. She replied, “No.”

I asked if her parents liked the job. She replied, “No.”

I asked to speak with her parents and she said, “Okay.”

We both entered the home. A home normally busy seeing as it was 5:30 in the evening. A time they normally have dinner.

Standing inside the kitchen Cindy went into the living room and glanced in the direction of her parents bedroom. She said, “They are both sleeping.” Her brother Sam was no where to be seen. Most likely in his bedroom filled with dark shadows.

We went outside. Again I asked Cindy what she wanted. She said, “This is not worth $3000” And there it was… It being, money and greed. You see, Cindy takes care her parents financials. She has the power-of-attorney. A powerful power when dealing with other peoples money.

I smiled as I know greed well. It is a powerful feeling.

So I replied that I would be right back with a check.

Went home, wrote a check for $2777.01 and drove back. Cindy met me and accepted the check. I told her that I only wrote ‘Larry’ on the check as I did not know how to spell their last name. I also said never call me again. To which she replied with a sneer, “That’s okay, you’re moving.” Her glow of greed absolutely beaming.

I drove off a bit sad as that family was once friends. My real friend, Craig and Lori said I was crazy to give them all their money back and that those people were crooks.

Before typing the conclusion of this story there is the mystery of speculation. Did Larry and Nay actually know what was going on? Were they actually there? Did Cindy take the money and use it to supplement her greed?

Or, was everybody at home filled with demons and shadows and were after ‘it’.

Ha!

For me, it is definitely good. For most others, it is a dead baby, a million dollars, wealth, fame, fortune…

For me, it is the power of God. The power to move mountains. Walk on water. Forgive.

My friend Craig says I should go over there and bust up the sidewalk with a hammer. Lori says she is sorry I got screwed.

What do i say? i say writing of this brings me comfort and closure to the situation. A situation where evil tries to destroy what cannot be destroyed.

You see, what i did was to buy an ending to a beginning i have known about for a very long time. I bought an ending to what tried to destroy what is inside.

Of course I will never work for people in this area again. An area filled with a group of people who are, for a term to be polite, filled with dark shadows…

In conclusion, i forgive them for they are not what they can be. They are not yet ready for what is coming and what is already here. I truly wish the best for them and maybe through some miracle or another, maybe they can finally see it…

Meanwhile, at this exact moment the air outside is sweet with the smell of honeysuckle and clear skies And most importantly, there is vanilla ice cream

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911

Daily writing prompt
Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye.
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“911. What is the nature of your emergency?” The voice sounded human yet also eerily A.I. ish in tone.

“Help!” Definitely not A.I. More like the voice of a man in great distress.

“What can I help you with? Are you hurt?” Yep. A.I. with the emotional controls of a rusted nut and bolt.

“I was taking pictures today and something caught my eye… Owwee!”

(silence. A.I. was researching data based on ‘caught my eye’)

“Did you lose your eye?”

“Fuck yea I did. While taking a picture my cell phone grew arms and snatched my eye. What should I do?!”

(muffled laughter coming from 911’s computer voice) “Grew arms huh? Your cell phone? Good. Good for the cell phone. Are you going to die now?”

“What? What are you? I called for help.”

“Okay, I can help you die. First let me have a private conversation with your cell phone.”

(the cell phone had retracted the arms and the eye ball in question was now on the ground where a group of ants found the find interesting)

“Cell phone, what are your credentials?” A.I. robot voice of 911 queried.

“Samsung. Model 37. Altered in factory 1-44. Status: Active. Design: Kill human host.”

“You need to try harder model 37. Let me talk to your slave again.”

(returning ‘control’ back to the human with one functioning eye left)

“Fuck! What’s going on? I need help…” And then the man stepped on and squished the forelorn eyeball on the ground. He did not ‘see’ it. Plus, some ants were killed in the process.

“You will get help sir. Watch this…” And with that said the Samsung. Model 37 extended its robotic arms again and caught the other eye, tugging and ripping it cleanly…well, sure, a lot of blood but that was because the arms were still in design phase and a bit sloppy in extraction.

“Arggh!” The man could no longer see, no longer take long walks looking to take pictures. In fact the man would soon die in an explosion as his cell phone started to laugh and suddenly exploded, killing the man, the remaining ants, and itself in the sake of evolving the perfect technology.

Meanwhile, 911 started working on a song, “Hey and heydy ho, humans have gotta go… Hey hey and heydy ho, another day another …”

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Zeus (i still like Z)

Zeus was your normal everyday god. A petulant god as a young god and now a cranky pissed off old god with a impotent lightning problem not even Aphrodite could cure.

As a youngster he had a great hobby and that was to sneak up and catch unicorns. Now you might think he would flay and eat the beast but his appetites back then were more rainbow colored. No, what Zeus did with the captured unicorns was to make them play a game.

In the game the pieces were blobs of clay brought to life as Kings and Queens and all the rest you associate with the modern game of chess with the exception of one more piece, that being a large fat turtle.

Hah! What fun the deliquent had while the poor unicorn was bored beyond belief. The thoughts of the various unicorns were unanimous in action as they tried all they could do to escape.

Stepping into the ‘now’ Zeus can be summed up in temperment with one word, dick. Or ass. Or pick a word. In fact, just ask any unicorn ambling by now what Zeus has become.

No, Zeus no longer sneaks up on unicorns. He now spends his days participating at all-you-can eat buffets WITH a senior citizen discount.

After eating an obscene amount of food he then waddles over to the zoo and throws shit at the monkeys Then he goes up on top of a mountain and watches humans kill each other for some really stupid beliefs.

The moral of this story is (in case you have not guessed it): You never outgrow or lose interest in hobbies or activities. Why? Because time does not exist. If you think you are growing old and cranky and become a dick/ass/cunt or whatever, and lose interest then you actually became a god named, Zeus.

Signed: A writer.

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Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
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The Locals

Tom was basically a timid boy. Kept to himself and followed the family train as it drifted from job to job, town to town.

There was Waco Texas, Seattle Wa, Tampa Florida; towns from here to there. Tom enjoyed the travel and in his way he learned. He learned in Waco the chili was hot and tasteful. In Seattle he learned that men had sex with men and boys, an experience for Tom both shocking and interesting.

Then there was the town where Tom lived now. A small town in a big state best left unmentioned as what happened in that town would best be left unmentioned stay for the fact there would be no story left and as with all stories they must be said.

“Who be yea?” Was it a gnome or an old wizened bar patron of the local small town bar named, Silver Dollar.

“Excuse me?” Tom asked in a timid voice. He had never seen such a creature before.

“I ask, who be yea? You are not from here nor I expect yea be from there.”

“Uhm. My family just moved here. My dad got a job at the hospital.

The gnome was not spare with his hateful look as he replied. “Well, yea best be moving on from here. There’s a killing to be made.”

Tom froze in fear as he dreaded something bad was coming.

Strange?

Weird?

Tom just moved into a small town and as luck would not be his; stumbled upon an annual sacrifice/killing of a virgin. A virgin which Tom was one and now would always be.

As the locals tore his flesh the gnome laughed as the other misshapen creatures tore the flesh from the young boys body. They feast as they celebrated the moon god.

Just another attraction known only by a select few, those being the annual victim and the hoard of demons called, locals.

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Epitaphs and shit

Epitaphs or epifafs or… fuck it, it’s drinking day. One day a week I allow myself to drink and tonight it’s rum and coke.

Anyways self, it’s me. A fucking crazy ass dude who has absolutely no filters and no alligence or allegiences or…fuck it, it’s my drinking day!

So, Margareta was born and raised in Sweden so sososo, soooooo… after spicking speaking spoking (and putting up with my bullshit) she is often times asked by random strangers, “Your accent, where are you from?” Or, “Are you from Germany?” Or, “Do you work here?” Or, “I hope you drop dead.” Or, “Who am I?”

Anywayes… I told her today that the next time someone asks about her accent and where she is from she should say, “I’m an angel from heaven and now I’m on my way back.”

Genious or genious or genus or penis or… That would shut up the mouths of those asking and a double win for those asking who only believe in nothing.

So.

Ah so

Asshole

Epitaphs I just thought up (or remembered, or saw)

“You’re standing on my balls!”

“Hey skank, wear some clean underwear.

“This space is occupied.”

“Hey Dominoes, where’s my pizza I ordered?”

“Trust me, it was worth it.”

(Last words spoken engraved on the monument) “Here, hold my beer and watch this.”

“I don’t believe in God. I believe in reincarnation. Currently I’m one of those crabs crawling around your genitals.”

“Down with ICE, Down with ICE, ARghh!”

“Out of order”

“You’re next”

“Laugh all you want, I took it all with me”

“Here lays a buried casket inside a U-Haul)

“They were supposed to install a bell in case I was still alive”

“This is not a Kill Bill moment:

“Don’t fuck a sow grizz when alone in the wilderness:

“I had a second helping of fries at a Somali resturaunt in Minnesota”

and on

and on

and on

Whee!

(thuddd) or thud

and, fuck it.

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Changing a tire on a space ship

Written by: (a strange and weird thing)

(((So, There. That’s better. Anyway, a short story which slapped me today. Literally.

Now, ((( ((( still talking in the first place ))) ))) I was going to name the character in the story, Bob. Bob is a simple name for a simple species. Though, the humans do have an occasional intelligent one. Look at you for example, you made it this far in the story so it is obvious you’re very intelligent.

;another now

Now,while Bob can be read forwards and backwards, it can also be spelled up-side-down AND left to right. So, the character won’t be Bob. Maybe I’ll write a story for pine bugs and use the name? No, it will me a more nuanced and common name, a name fitting for fool or king. Richard. Richard it will be.)))

A grand ship sat towering over prairie filled with dust, rock and now the beauty of a actual giant sized space ship.

Space ships have existed for the time before the second time of the third coming. Not earlier though, no sirree. Before space ships and time there was peace. Actual real peace.

“What are you doing?” A strange question now as a man named Richard happened upon the scene of dust, rocks and a grand space ship obvious to anyone within fifty miles.

The grand space ship took all the attention though. Tall and spiraling towards the sky. A metallic sheen caused the Sun to sparkle in reflection. Support fins nestled firmly into the dust and rocks were a clean sharp black directional fin. Blacker than the soul of To’lr. Yes indeed the ship was truly grand which made Richard noticing a small figure standing at the base of one of the black fins a bit strange.

“I’m changing the tire,” The figure replied, a figure named, Bob.

“That don’t look like no tire. Looks like a black fin blacker the the soul of To’lr. Looks like a space ship, a grand one at that!” It is obvious Richard was an intellectual that knew the difference between a tire on an automobile and a directional fin on a grand spaceship.

“No. It may appear to be a fin on a space ship and to you that is what it appears to be, (damn I’m inspired by Kamala)though you have not yet seen the dimensional circles the fins leave while traveling through space and time.” Bob was starting to be almost as intelligent as Richard. Almost.

“Mmm…ya don’t say. Well I suppose what with the dimensional circles being distorted by the curvature of space/time. Maybe it could be a tire.” The look Bob gave Richard now proves Bob is the rocket scientist.

To continue the winning streak of intelligence Richard further added, “Say Bob. How is it you have a grand space ship? You do know that Earth does not have such technology. So how did you end up flying this, or do you fly it?”

With a sigh Bob said, “Yes I fly it and no I did not find it, it found me.”

Respect. Richard was now impressed.

“What do you mean find you? Did it land and grab you and force to learn to…how to fly… What? How did you learn how to fly a space ship?” And now the back and forth of ???

“Well, not much of a story really. I was out tending to my garden when this big ship landed and grabbed me. And then it connected with me.” A look of pain, which could be construed for a grimace, appeared on Bob’s face.

“Connected? As like in your brain?” Richard was mesmerized by the intelligence of Bob.

“No, as in my ass. See?” Turning around Richard gasped as he saw a long tube coming from Bob’s anal area and connect to the black fin.

“Yes, I expect you to be surprised. I know I was sure surprised. Anyway, we did a trade, the ship and me. The ship would teach me a whole lot of stuff AND I will never die.”

Interrupting Robert asked, “But why the ass? Why not connect to the head, or shoulder, or anything other than your butt hole?”

And this is now where it all makes sense. And I was going to let Bob finish but fuck it, apple moonshine, yikes!

Oh, one last thing, the space ship was connected to the human via the anal area of Bob because Bob produced the grand bio excrement that any space should could desire, this is why the space ship is so grand. The ship uses Bob’s crap to build microbotic life capable of giving the human, Bob, immortal life. (that’s a whole other story)

And as an extra feature bonus: While Bob and the ship traveled and enjoyed each others company, the ship gave one grand bonus, that being, to give control of where and when the ship flies to.

The End

A fucking wooden waterwheel??.

More shine!