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Post January 31, 2018, 11:32:12 PM

Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

'Once in a blue moon'. Many people have heard that phrase. Many writers have written poetry and such about it. Last night was a blue moon and it was wonderful.

Here in this part of the world, the skies were mostly clear and the view was front row seats.

Of course, very inspirational.
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Blue Dot

Meandering paths set to course
A butterfly in Africa dips it's wings into water
A Storm in North America erupts

Jelly fish stir the depths to flow with tide
Reefs propagate beneath the white rays
Sounds of surf announce

Lunar feelings to greet the eyes
Owls fly the night sky
People sleeping

From white to orange
From bright to dim
Lovely to feel the moment of the blue moon
again.

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Post February 01, 2018, 11:44:31 PM

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'Getting high', another commonly used phrase. Interesting how writers can fall into the trap of using commonly used phrases.

"Are you high?" the parasite queried Robin.

Yes. Yes I am.

Now, since the mind wants to believe what it wants to believe, by saying I'm high means to most people that I'm under the influence of marijuana or some other 'mind' altering drug. Actually I'm high because I poured over three gallons of epoxy on wood tables today and the fumes where tremendous. Yikes! And since you have to epoxy in a warm environment and since it was in the high 20's/low 30's, the windows could not be open for ventilation, thus the 'high' I'm still coming off of.

Noticed my typing skills went to shit and my drive home was... interesting.

But, inspiring none-the-less.
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Noticed the river flowing upstream
Noticed the deer running backwards
Noticed the sun setting in the East

It was
another one of those days.

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Post February 03, 2018, 01:02:57 PM

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Words

Writers whip words with passion
Stroking, caressing to control
with bondage and will
making
bending the words to be what they desire

Sweat rolling from the brow as if lost in concentration
Thrusting the letters
alignment of such active structures
until
the orgasm gushes

a sentence
a paragraph
a story
is born.

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Post February 04, 2018, 01:32:11 AM

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What do people read and like these days. Not really a question as these days via modern marvels of technology there is a vast array of choices.

Science fiction, fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, romance, war, drama... every form of verb, adjective; any and all to choose from.

Some books are highly detailed in setting, some highly detailed in facts. So many good stories out there. But, what do people read these days. The answer is: Whatever it is they want too.

People today are easily bored and their attention spans very short. We live in an age of instant gratification. Instant coffee. Microwave popcorn. Instant everything. Reading is no different. I'm sure very few people read like the people used too only a few short decades ago.

I find that those reading are those living away from the comforts of the television, internet, smart phones and the like. Here in the area I live in there is a box at the bottom of Gregory Creek filled with an assortment of books for anyone wanting to read them. In this box located on a post there are roughly around thirty paperbacks. People can put one of their books in and trade for another. I like this system. Reminds me of the 'book mobile' I grew up with. A library on wheels.

All very inspirational of course. And one final thought tonight. There are many writers who really care less if anyone or anything reads what they write. They write because they want too. I'm one of those writers. If I was stranded on an island by myself, I would find a means to write, even if is was just on some dust on a rock or sand at a beach.
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"You're a fucking nutcase Robin."

And by association, so too are you parasite. So too are you.
*

Runes on a stone
Chips on a rock
Dried blood on a stick
Shit near a creek
Singing birds
Howling wolves
Falling leaves
...
Books

Stories everywhere and in everything
Shining stars beam full of
Winds howls with
Sun shining so
Moon winking

Ever the story that speaks and sings.

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Post February 04, 2018, 01:29:56 PM

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Spring is here in the oasis of this abode. Winter was much 'better' than last winter by a long shot indeed. Yeah, still a few more events where winter will bluster and puff like a petulant child but the cycle of winter broke weeks ago. One of the many reasons I love living here in lava land.

Cloudy and rain today with temps well above freezing. Buds on stem and bole, small true but still bulging and getting ready to pop.

A few years ago, the apricot tree's bloomed in Feb only to freeze when winter tried to usurp spring. Tree survived just fine but no fruit that year. Could go the same this year here but probably just fine a few feet lower in elevation than where I sit.

Some football game on today, a game where overpaid players strut around and look like they are having fun. Boring if you ask me but the commercials are fun. Saw the titty on Jackson a few years ago, happened so fast it was like..."Did I see...Was that real?" Turned out it was a 'wardrobe malfunction'. What fun games people play. I wonder, will she be remembered for music or will the titty trump it all? I forget what her music sounds like but still have that picture of the titty in my head.

Inspiring though. Football. Titty's. Spring. Rain.
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Budding blossom bulging from beneath barks slumber
Fuller with the shine as drops slide down, gliding to feed the seeds
Roots beneath.

Branches stretched out to embrace the winds
Clouds blanket to keep out the freeze
Waiting for birds to nest maybe
or
a spider to weave.

There in the distance flow a river blending time and water
taking moments to the sea
It too waiting to swell with power as the snows atop the mountains
melt away.

It is
Spring.

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Post February 05, 2018, 11:28:20 PM

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Doritos to make 'lady-friendly' chips that don't crunch for women



This is one of today's headlines that made me smile. Chips that don't crunch. Next, it will be horseshit that smells like apricots.

What the fuck is wrong with this world? Ingredients found in McDonald's french fries can cure baldness (saw the pic of a pig growing spots of black hair) Spray for body odor. Bra's to turn saggy breasts into perky peaks. Viagra to make a limp dick hard.

But, getting back to the Dorito's. The article said women want to be polite and eat chips quietly? Huhhhhh? Today's women, especially from 'civilized' countries don't give a flying flip about politeness. They'd as soon kill you in shopping market as to look at you.

Still get a chuckle about the Asian culture where women hide their mouth when they smile. Of course some of those ladies teeth probably would scare the crap out of others.

Anyway, aside from the chuckle reading the article, it definitely was inspiring.
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Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder

Warts on a frog are an attractive picture to the other mate
Peacocks strut with bright colored feathers
Dogs sniff each others butts
But
for all the crazy mechanisms in the natural world
women crave for Dorito chips to be polite
devouring one after the other knowing all the while
they don't
crunch.

(meanwhile the guy standing next to them is busy with his hand down his pants, scratching his nuts in public)

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Post February 06, 2018, 10:51:45 PM

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News is just so damn inspiring, AND entertaining.

Today I read about the new rocket shot up into space carrying an electric car with a dummy sitting behind the wheel. It was successful and you just know there is a story about one.

But the following headline: ‘An army of clones’: This invasive crayfish can self-clone for almost unlimited copies now this one was my favorite of the day. A crawdad that don't be needing no sex to reproduce. Just a sets there n creates copies of itself. I think the democrats should find out how to do that to increase there voter base seeing how the illegal immigrant stream is a drying up...

"Hey Robin, your ass should be shot up into space. Good riddance if you ask me."

Nobody asked you parasite. Besides, space is over rated. It's what takes up space in space that is fun...

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Replication

Setting around with nuthin ta do
Could be i sit and howls at da moon
Could be i take a stroll ta see if'n the catfish are bitin
Could be there be something ta watch on the television
Could be a lots ta do.

Gots ta thinkin bout it though
Thought maybes if'n i think really hard, i could makes more of myself
A reading bout some crawdad filling up an aquarium
Said something in the article that is what them bored crawdads do.

N just thinks, a whole lot more of me's
Illiterate
Stupid
A bumbly fool,
all's just sittin aroung with nuthin ta do.

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Post February 07, 2018, 11:25:12 PM

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Nice day. Almost 60 degree's. Bugs flying all over the place. T-shirt working weather indeed.

Watched the twin lambs jumping around like idiots. Spontaneous laughter for their spontaneous antics. Another set of lamb twins were born this morning but one died from suffocation due to a birthing sack over it's head. The one that survived is a black colored lamb and I watched it fumble about today. Fun and inspiring.

Yesterday Joe had to shoot one of the calves because it's head swelled and it acted more and more erratic. Said it started to just arch its neck and look at the sky. He said this years calving season is going much better than last Winter. Mainly because last winter was indeed, Winter. Now though, it's Spring.

Hopefully the fruit tree's don't bloom yet as there still are some wintery moments coming.
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Stink Bug

Ponderous yet meticulous in movement
Perched atop the edge
Looking down and watching

Up the ladder with wood in hand
Seeing I was not alone
Looking up and watching

We looked at each other for a time
or two
or three
Looking at each other, watching

Finally with ponderous yet meticulous movement
the bug walked down and climbed atop my finger
and I lifted up my hand

We both looked at each other, watching
he, so meticulous
me, random in actions

Much was learned and the moment over
leaving the little fella to fly away in the sunny weather
and I climbed the rest of the way up the ladder
wood in hand.
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Post February 08, 2018, 01:29:27 PM

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Awfully brave of you, willfully getting face-to-face with a stink bug. They show up in my house now and then and my cat is good at alerting me to them. I wrap them up all cozy in a few layers of paper towel and send them on an amusement park ride to the septic tank. Compare this to the fact that I seldom kill spiders I find in the house (the exception being when one gets ballsy enough to lower itself on a thread right in front of my face).

Being outdoors, though, it's easier to let the thing go on its way.

This reminds me of when I was living in an apartment; I came home after dark once, and coming around the path to my door found a skunk right there on the sidewalk. I just stopped and said, "Oh! Hello, skunk," and it sauntered off like it owned the whole place; no hurry, not concerned about me. I can understand how they'd get that attitude, though.
"Damn, usually when one of them sees me it screams and runs away."
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?

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Post February 09, 2018, 11:33:54 PM

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testing, testing...
one, two, three...
testing. tried posting and nothing happens. i'm so scared of the dark!

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Post February 09, 2018, 11:42:19 PM

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"what a pussy Robin. See? It all works. What you're trying to post is not acceptable because you're a dunce."

But. But. But. All I wanted to post was a recipe for chocolate chip cookies?

"No you didn't. We both know don't we..."

Yeah. Busted. But, it is fun though and ... what the fuck? I'm actually having a conversation with the parasite and enjoying it? Yikes!.
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Thanks for checking in Lester. I wonder how many other things have been flushed down the sewers. Once talked with a man who worked for the sewage plant in Homer Alaska and he told me they find rings, money, toys, a whole lot of stuff. I asked what they did with the cash and he said they wash it and hang it out to dry...

Money is indeed something dirty.
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Money

Songs written about, money, money, money, it's a rich mans world...
Coin of the realm
Gold for the King
Silver for the people
Copper for the bread of those barely able to afford to eat.

Strippers stuff it down the string
Pastors plead for heavenly things
People crave the perceived happiness, money brings.

Money, the currency oil of making a society exist
slides all backwards and forwards in the tides of greed.

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Post February 11, 2018, 02:37:06 AM

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Watched a tree burn today as the flames roared up the bole. Hot. Intense. A contrast to the cold air and wet environment. It was... beautiful.
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Fire

Enveloped with a cloak of liquid heat
flowing to defy the cry, the laughter
of gravity

Bark a shield though weak with pitch pockets where gathered the flames
to feast

Around the bottom, so secure with ground, the needles fed a fire
higher
higher
and higher

To the top and beyond, carried by smoke and dream
far off to other worlds
power of the flames

Curious onlookers gathered, all feeling a bit
scared
fear
unknown
this, the gift of fire

To cleanse and clear
or
destroy even hope
this, the power of fire

And then, the torrent slowed to flickers and then sparks and then smoke
All clear beneath the clear sky
leaving people to wonder and remember other things
wandering off to live a life in their world secure
forgetting the lesson just learned

Now the tree is free to grow, knowing it is now forever more'
free...
branded with the power of fire.

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Post February 12, 2018, 09:37:52 PM

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Chicken and Lamb

He is a black colored lamb numbering less days than a week old in life.

Feisty little fella with his black fleece sucking up the sunlight like a dry sponge soaking up spilled wine. Bouncing around getting his feet under some semblance of control, though not 100% successful. But, wobble or not, his enthusiasm along with the warmth of the blue sky shedding some light on the scene, he was having fun.

Enter now, the hens. Chickens of colors with a dusty red being the prevalent one. Rhode Island reds. A breed well known for laying the familiar brown eggs many favor on a breakfast plate. They strutted through the sheep pen as if they were the queens of the yard. Scratching and looking for food among the spilled hay and straw.

When the lamb spied these hens working their way through the layers of old manure, dirt, straw, hay... he was up to a challenge. Head down, he lunged on forward on four black colored legs about as solid as rope with more wiggles than wobbles, at the nearest hen.

Within a few inches of the hen; head down... he looked up to spy that the hen could absolutely care less. She gave up no ground. Undeterred, the lamb backed up a bit farther than his first lunge and repeated the same comedy. The results were identical to the first attack.

It could be said the other animals laughed at the antics except the only animals capable of laughter were two men working on a building nearby. To them, the scene was hilarious.

With his challenge met and his failure complete, the lamb did what most young lambs do with wobbly legs... He bounded away and jumped a few times up into the air and then lay down to soak up more sun, leaving the hens to continue their search and the men to return to the job at hand.

Another good day at the ranch.

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Post February 15, 2018, 12:45:39 AM

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Sometimes being inside the box, words are also trapped and bounce around like caged animals looking for a way to get out. Sitting in the center of the box, it can be horrific to watch the results or bring a writer a smile. Thus, the inspiration fitting for Valentines day
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Center of the Storm

Tranquil this orb below, a world where oceans wave back and the lands ponder in sleep
Below the surface the molten heart beats
Alive so to stir with tremors

Men and Women meet to seat and stand as moonlight sweeps the monthly ways
So much with so many
emotions

A child trembles as the wars tear apart what can only be considered security
Death it too waves a banner
laughing with tormented screams

Mothers and Father cry with salted tears, alike in ocean and stars
falling
falling
falling
lost sons and daughters

Bombs of accusations, exploding munitions of primer raw emotions
Real
Always
Bleeding...

Tranquil below this orb, this round ball of clouds, water, and land
Seeing both sides of each and every equation
adding the sums
subtracting the losses
dividing what is driven...

How can it be God loves such a planet?
How can it be?
...
(silence for at least 1000 years until the simple eruption of a yellow flower in a splintered, fractured, predictable, hostile, world... shows the simple answer)
Peace
Life
Love is always the containment of any storm, the fertilization of flowers, the growth of joy and happiness...
Leaving hate to float alone in a bottle which so many have been given the chance to open and read as they float too, on the waters
or
with will and choice made freely,
cast far, far, far,
away, into the desert of this orb below, this our planet.

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Post February 16, 2018, 11:08:43 PM

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Fortune Teller

By: A spiders leg

Fog passed through the center of the web, a normal everyday spiders web spun... Spun centuries ago. Spun so long ago the creatures known as humans did not even exist to tear such a web asunder. It was a normal every spiders web spun...

Inside the village shack located not far in distance from the Tree of Life where hung the web, a shrouded form with a voice sounding neither male or female asked a woman who entered the door, "What is it you seek?"

"I have heard you know of the future. I would like to know what is in store for me."

The figure could have been looking at this young woman or maybe the figure was smelling the air or tasting the soul of the woman. "To know your future you must know your past. Do you know your past woman?"

This question caused pause but the woman said, "Yes. I know my past. It has been a past filled with much pain and hard work."

"What is it you desire at this exact moment?" The figure asked.

There were a few moments of silence in the room, a room now filled with the silken threads of a spiders web floating in the air.

"I would like to know my future. Can you see it?"

"Yes, but that is not the desire you need at this exact moment."

"Why? I thought you could see my future." There was anger in the woman's voice now and she felt the feeling of uncomfortable.

"Oh yes. I see many of your futures. Many choices and paths for you to pick from. If you had answered my question with any other answer other than to know your future, your desire would have been fulfilled. Now however, to answer what your future is... It is to be my dinner."

There were some screams as the web encircled and bound the woman, a woman who's only interest was in the future. Not her painful past, nor her moment of now. If she had told the figure she wanted happiness now, it would have been so. If she had told the figure she wanted health now, she would have gained it. But by including the figure she included the figures hunger, and for the present, the figure was hungry.

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Post February 17, 2018, 12:30:01 PM

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The Ice Mountain

It stood there as a testament to the might of tectonics, spire reaching higher than the cloud.
It was a mountain at home with both the sky and earth
Standing eternal, caring nothing for man or beast, cloud or sun, moon or stars.

Caressed by winds the mountain gave strength and inspiration to those and that living in verdant valleys filled with life and warmth.
Below, the birds soared, the fish splashed, the children laughed, the people worked.

He too, mountain of a man.
Born in iron and cloth, hands of grit, proud in stature, quiet, commanding presence...
yes, he too, a mountain.

Like attracts like
Water to water
Sand to sand
Air to air
Man to mountain.

He climbed the mountain, he climbed until he was nearing the top
Both mountain and man were joined in the silence, both now as one...

So close to the top, to conquer the mountain, the mountain man started to run
He ran now, at first slowly, his lungs sucking in mountains of air
Faster and faster he ran up, even raising his hands to keep in dance with his feet

A blur now as the man ran so fast, his legs pumping harder; hands reaching forward...
Up
Up
Up...
and then,
he stopped running, his lungs no longer pumping the thin air, his legs no longer running, his arms motionless.

All mountains fall and fail, a testament to the power of wind and rain
Gravity and time to take the toll of pride and might
The mountain man learned he too, was not immune to falling
His pride and might now rested with the mountain for eternity as his run was up
It was up-side-down as his tired grip failed on the thin ice covering stone being torn apart slowing by the freezing ice.

Below, in the sun filled valleys, the people admired the mountain standing there in the distance, a mountain that gave them
hope
pride
joy...
and they too, ran their race with life.

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Post February 19, 2018, 10:50:22 PM

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Fun writing challenge this month. If you haven't entered give it a try. Clones are much better than clowns. Clowns are scary.
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Gun Violence

Bang bang, you're dead...
Blame the bullet
Blame the politics
Blame the killers
Blame the kids...

Kids are not the innocents
Have you seen their mentors, the video games?
How to kill without feeling by pushing buttons and listening to the sound effects in their tiny little heads.

So many quick to lay blame when in the mirror stares a killer even if he/she does not use a gun
they use
words
actions
feelings
...
instead.

Show me one, just one human who has never experienced the strong feelings of unbridled anger
the potential for danger
...
I thought so, there are none exempt...

the only really safe human are those that are
dead.
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(this is written as inspired by children killing children, mainly with the aid of a weapon such as a rifle or pistol. instant blame is put upon the weapon used and it's accessibility. interesting though, little mention made of lack of parenting, access to social conditioning via the world wide web, violent video game 'training'. so many reasons when really the main, simple reason is that the human species is a violent, cruel and to some, unpredictable. to me though, humans are veeeeery predictable and savage BUT filled with great potential. one day there will come the moment where killing and savagery is just a footnote in the species as it attains/regains the status of a peaceful species.)
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