Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

Pollen

Achoo!
Sniffle, sneeze, excuse me, pleas

A Aa AAaah! Chooo!
Floating in the air so small so big in aggravation
entering eyes and nose
expelling air from the lungs in fast motion

Little bastards of yellow seeming so mellow looking for a pistil
some kind of crazy sexual Spring ritual

Summer?
Ah yes...
A Aa AAaah! Chooo!

Pollens still floating
Maybe have to find relief
at the North Pole.

Sometimes the best inspiration comes from real events. The following was from yesterday.
***

"So, how ya like your new riding lawn mower," a neighbor asked his neighbor after stopping by on the way home from work.

"Well. Pretty good, though it seems to be having trouble cutting on the left side. I've been having to go over some areas a lot, even dropped the deck way down and it still does not help. Must be all the rocks I hit have dulled the blade."

"Let me look..." dropping to one knee and reaching under the mower deck. "Hey. The blade is missing."

"What!"

"Yeah. Look for yourself. The deck has a right blade and left blade. The right blade is there but the left blade is not there."

"Oh shit..."

The two walked around the yard until the glinting rays of the sun revealed the lost blade. Now all that remained was to find the nut that held the blade on.
***

And that is how a story is created and now written. My neighbor was a bit embarrassed. Of course we all do stupid shit. I once ran out of grain while drilling barley. Driving around in circles thinking I was planting a crop but actually just was making some pretty lines on the soil.

[Lester Curtis]

Weird. I'd expect a hellish racket and possible shrapnel flying from that mower blade falling off in use. Highly improbable things do happen, though.

Excellent observation. However it must be noted the neighbor was wearing ear buds and listening to heavy rock.

It shows how people can easily be distracted by modern marvels.

Been reading a lot about those 'self driving' cars hitting and either killing or wounding other people. All the while, the 'driver' is reading, watching movies, sleeping... Even read about one self-driving car that will give control back to the driver in adverse conditions... Imagine. A driver who does not drive, (this is called practice or experience) being given control of a vehicle when there is black ice, tornado's, and such... Makes me want to ride a horse high above the highway.

On a related note. The neighbor found the lost nut for the mower today. It was forty feet away from where the blade was found. And it was found because he looked down and saw a dog eating a dead rat, which was next to the nut.

Also, on a related note regarding horses. In Alaska if you're riding a horse and drinking alcohol, you can get a DUI. Now in Montana, they have drive through liquor stores and if you get a DUI they take away your license so people drive their riding lawnmowers pulling a wagon, to town, to buy booze. Man, is America great or what.
***

Rules and Regs and Distraction

Don't look at what I do when you do
I can shout and scream, rant and rave
you think you can but I think you can't

Don't rip the tag off the mattress of stick your head into a dry cleaners plastic bag
Don't drink and drive or...Ooh, is that a butterfly?

I can, you can't
we live and with living, decide we can't decide

Don't drink diet soda or sodium or soul so...
What's that, I can't hear you over the sound of banging the wall with my head

Supreme Court retirement leading to rules and regs and distraction...
thank goodness it is easy to unplug, disconnect, isolate...
well, except
for the telephone
television
computer
stereo
car
...

Ooh. Look!
A star filled sky
A flower
A butterfly
A rock,
now THAT is
the solution.

[Lester Curtis]

On a related note. The neighbor found the lost nut for the mower today. It was forty feet away from where the blade was found. And it was found because he looked down and saw a dog eating a dead rat, which was next to the nut.

Yeah, that scenario pretty well writes itself.

MOWER: rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrBANGrrrrrrr

RAT: *stands up to see what the unusual noise is*

zzzzzzzzzZZZZPOP

RAT: *wonders why it's suddenly lying flat, while its vision fades to white*

Good one. Or, instead of getting mowed down, the rat was waiting in the weeds while the mower passed by and then after the mower went 40' feet, the rat tippy toed into the freshly mowed weeds to look for some freshly chewed bubble gum...

Alas, as the rodent was chewing the tastylicious root beer flavored gum laced with peppermint dropped by the operator of the mower. As the machine rumbled on, the blade on the mower fell off. As the blade fell spinning to the ground it whacked the nut perfectly where it was flung at great force, whacking the rat, causing it to panic and swallow the gum; choking to death while above the figure of the rat god laughed.

But, after re-reading your piece, it was very easy to see the scenerio.

"What are you two nut jobs talking about? A dead rat getting taken out by a lawn mower?

Yep.

"Well, you're both wrong. The rat was actually a mouse that decided to change species along with gender. It was officially born with a penis but decided to not only become a rat, but gender neutral."

"And, while protesting the killing of it's fellow rodents by the overlords known as hawks, it was standing tall trying to rally the meadow fairies and an ogre that lived under the porch."

"Out of the clear blue sky, a witch dressed up like a cat swooped down on a skateboard shaped like a banana. The witch threw a spear made out of old Big Mac wrappers and pierced the left ear of the rat, thus causing it to not hear the approaching machine."

"However, the machine did not kill the rat. It was the Viagra the rat had found in a garbage can. It ate the pills and since it no longer had a penis, the medicine caused the tail of the rat to become engorged and stiff... This attracted lightning from the fourth dimension... That is what killed the rat. All the other stuff you two pointed out is just frivolous speculation..."

(silence)

(more silence)

(even more silence)

(crickets chirping)

(and moooore silence)

(and then...)

Uh, parasite?

"Yeah?"

You're absolutely correct. In fact, it's amazing no one else could see that. I'm stunned at your brilliance... Oh, and parasite?

"Yes, nerd boy," the parasite said with a smiling beam on its face.

Let me show you the fourth dimension...

"Say what?"

Smile!

ZZZZAAAAPPPP!

(thud. the parasite bites the proverbial dust as it joins the gender neutral mouse/rat/fairy loving/ogre ally in la la land)

Airline and line
stick upon stick to cross the lines
lined up
and then...

Vapor or disappear
realigned
to curve

Round and round
about and so
voluptuous

With wiggle
simple
seduction
so

It is mathematics
combined
this so and is
where?

Everywhere indeed
inside my head and soul
and so
it is.

Do writers writer for the period, or moment?

Lately, a polarized society pits one set of belief against another until it over rides everything else.

I suppose writers have to write as for what they believe in. Some writers can cross those borders and write stories even those stories going against their beliefs. For example: I'm not homosexual yet could write a story as if I were a homosexual character.

It would be interesting to see how many writers can be what they are not and write a story about it.

Lately the news is filled with Trump picking the next Supreme Court Justice. It's the end-of-the world for some Democrats. Yet, if the president were Hillary then it would be the Republicans that would whine.

It is good we all have our beliefs in whatever they may be. It is how things can evolve and change. So, I suppose, it is best to write as what one is and never let anyone or anything stop you.

***

"You motherfucker!"

Oh my, profanity is the sign of a weak mind.

"Jesus loves you!"

God is dead


Who are we to judge what words can be when we are so bound by reality?

If we belong to one ideology than what do they?

Choice to turn the head away when a man is sucking another mans dick

Choice, sounds easy, but is it?

Editors exact an exact way
a format of way
and how to write
and what to say.

Society, so bound up in its way
How to live
How to relate
What to believe

Free to write, free to be, to express, to create, to say
and I wouldn't want it
any
other
way.

Recently a hawk nested next to our house, or maybe it's a falcon? Whatever... it is majestic, has talons, floats through the air with grace, and nested next to the house.

Anyway, the eggs hatched, the fledglings grew and now they are in training. Magical to watch them talk as they test the wings and soar.

So much inspiration everywhere lately. Even got inspired to raise pea fowl. I had them when living back in Montana. And was around them when living in India. In India they are everywhere and the sound is haunting, yet comforting.

I have the winter to build the shed and fencing and then next Spring I'll get some chicks. I'll have to cover their pen as they are indeed, avid flyers.

And while the profit margin will probably be zero at least I'll have some more sounds to listen too, more beauty to watch, and more inspiration to write with. Amazing how inspiration is constantly bonking us in the heads.

"I'd like to bonk you in the head..."

Yes, I know parasite. And even you too, are inspirational (and smelly, ugly, and lousy at playing chess)

"Yeah... right...shit. Checkmate? Chess is a stupid game anyway."
***

The Board

Black and white with day and night
Sipping rays of light
where the sun
shows

Rows and rows to circle and parry
thrust ambitions as the blades drip empty
Queen to Rook to take and took
as pawn strive to rest from the gamble

King so this stone stands
with power of nothing
of self

One black, One white
as with all
opposing

So much attention paid to battles waged
Pieces falling by the wayside
Scuffing score this board takes it all, this
black
white

(silence)

It is a rare game where the observer studies the strategy
of the table
the legs holding the floor
upon the journey
to the infinity
of center
all around the board of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

[TaoPhoenix]

Recently a hawk nested next to our house, or maybe it's a falcon? Whatever... it is majestic, has talons, floats through the air with grace, and nested next to the house.

...
The Board

Black and white with day and night
Sipping rays of light
where the sun
shows

Rows and rows to circle and parry
thrust ambitions as the blades drip empty
Queen to Rook to take and took
as pawn strive to rest from the gamble

King so this stone stands
with power of nothing
of self

One black, One white
as with all
opposing

So much attention paid to battles waged
Pieces falling by the wayside
Scuffing score this board takes it all, this
black
white

(silence)

It is a rare game where the observer studies the strategy
of the table
the legs holding the floor
upon the journey
to the infinity
of center
all around the board of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

And the Chess Hath Been noticed!

I shall return, to write! To write, of things I know, and know not!

White rook to b-1

***

chess is a game where chaos has chance
chance has order
order and chaos
a wonderful dance

or

Black king to c-2

***

retreat is concept of battle
to think of other ways
days though
still tumble
falling pieces
on the way.

[Lester Curtis]

Why is b-5 highlighted?

I used to play chess but suck so badly at it that I gave up, so I had to go look up the basic rules. The b-5 can not have been recently occupied, nor is it immediately in range of anybody.

Having said that, I wouldn't move the black king to c-2, as he's just be in check again from the white rook, plus being bottled in by the white bishop. A-3 looks safer--maybe ... is the king even allowed to take opposing pieces? I honestly can't remember. Must not be, or he could just stomp that rook. I think he's fucked.

Ha!

Must say, the king rarely travels across a board. Most kings just sit in one spot and look important until they hear 'check mate' then they blame everyone but themselves.
***

Let loose 9000 ladybugs to feast on the aphids in the greenhouse. Or, should I call it the killing house? Yikes! Learned the lady's can consume 50-60 aphids a day.

I remember a saying I used to hear as a kid: Ladybug ladybug, fly away home, your house is on fire and your children are alone...

Now, what kind of messed up saying is that. And the Hans Christian Andersen stories are great but would probably be banned now-a-days.

*

Children's Tails

Tales told to young by old
In the nights shadow comes the dream
of centaurs and unicorns
wings and fangs
claws
fairies
ogres
angels
demons
and long flowing tails
until
adulthood brings the boredom of a job, reality, old, and two feet.

[TaoPhoenix]

White rook to b-1

***

chess is a game where chaos has chance
chance has order
order and chaos
a wonderful dance

I am indeed playing Black - it is a snap from one of my more beautiful games!

And I am Black, going up the board! So Pawn on a2xRb1 = Q New Queen!

And then the "2 second defense move" 1. R-d1, I just take White's hanging rook on h6, and besides at least two different "normal" checkmates and still the new queen, there are unbelievable defensive moves for me as Black ALL OVER the position!

That's why I saved a picture of the final snapshot, for much of the game it looked like just a game, but then right here I haven't computer checked it, but it now feels symbolic some opposing life process or enemy or entity just completely collapses and their threats shrivel up into nothingness!

[TaoPhoenix]

Why is b-5 highlighted?

I used to play chess but suck so badly at it that I gave up, so I had to go look up the basic rules. The b-5 can not have been recently occupied, nor is it immediately in range of anybody.

Having said that, I wouldn't move the black king to c-2, as he's just be in check again from the white rook, plus being bottled in by the white bishop. A-3 looks safer--maybe ... is the king even allowed to take opposing pieces? I honestly can't remember. Must not be, or he could just stomp that rook. I think he's fucked.

It's White to move, and you did pick up on something, it's Chess.com 's way of showing my complete move was in fact ...Qb5-b2 "down" the board"!

Check your notation though Lester, my Black king is down on g8 "towards us".

[Lester Curtis]

Tao,

Haha! Still rusty; I confused the K with the Q--which makes all the difference in the world--or at least, in this game ...

Robin,

Somewhere I think I may have notes from an observation I made. I was looking at some kind of plant and saw it was pretty thoroughly infested with aphids--then I noticed they were being tended by ants! Cool! So I watched this for a while, and then a ladybug showed up, started trying to munch one of the aphids--and the ants ganged up on it and kicked its ass!

A truth about ants: they have been practicing organized agriculture and organized use of livestock since, probably, before we split off from the other apes in the family tree. Oh, and some of them will raid other ants' nests and take slaves. Many different specializations.

[Lester Curtis]

Oh, hey, Tao--is this your ride? It's got yer name on it ...

http://shop.ransbikes.com/product-p/mabk0100.htm

$4500 for a bicycle that looks like an elephant sat on it? I'm in the wrong business.
*

Nice game Tao. Chess is more than winning or losing, it is communion of mind and communion is good no matter if deemed winner or loser. When playing a person I've never played chess with before, I choose the blood chess route as in such a bloodbath there are character traits revealed. Most excellent. Also, while playing chess I'm more interested in what's outside the window or under the board than the game. Actually, there are no games that mankind has devised that truly hold my attention. Now when it comes to food... that has my full and utmost attention!

"Speaking of which, what's for dinner numb nuts?"

Chinese. Lots and lots of Chinese. Of course, the empty bread sack in the garbage is full of moldy bread... Knock yourself out.

"Dick."

Yep.
*

Thanks you two, for the inspiration.
***

Time

Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping
into the future...

or

does it?

Slave to the clock where a second hand gives people pause to second guess

Alarm set so as not to be late as if late then for some it becomes, too late.

Blink and what?

Did you see the family smile?

A man lost with pride?

A woman lost with time?

A people lost with self?

/
\
/
\

it happens
happening
all the
time.

[Lester Curtis]

$4500 for a bicycle that looks like an elephant sat on it? I'm in the wrong business.

Yeah, I get it ... except for the last one, all the cars I've ever owned cost less (but the last four, give or take, were bought used).

Oh, and depending who you ask, it takes up to the better part of a year to get really good at riding one of these, but--

--haven't you ever enjoyed putting the wind in your hair with just your own muscle power? To me, that is *such* a kick ... and this is one of the fastest bikes you can buy off the shelf. And the long wheelbase makes it smooooth ... Just wish *I* could afford one.

I'm gonna take my canoe out tomorrow and move myself around on a lake without using a motor. So there. And I wasn't asking you anyway.

Tao--?

Lester, you must remember that when dealing with birds that are literally on fire and reborn from the ashes... there is a growing pain as the feathers emerge. Thus, a phoenix will flip in and out of dimensional awareness, caught in a web of understanding, needing moments of rest and stimuli. So...

"Robin, you're seriously fucked up in the head..."

Why, thank you for noticing parasite. I would say the same thing about you.

"So charcoal beak rides a bike? Why? I thought it could flitter around in the air like Woodstock."

Oh no, a phoenix can travel as it pleases. When, where, and how it wants. It can even bonk you on the head.

"Really. Well if some smokey, feathered, bird bonks me on the head I'll roast it and eat it."

Parasite, you're forgetting they are a part of fire already. Might I suggest boiling and adding chopped pieces of dolphin, onions, and garlic?

"Dolphins? You know I love dolphins. Oh, damn you, now I have to blink down to Florida for a quickee"

Please drown while there and save the world from one less problem.

A construct, if you will, resetting what and what is
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Status: Operational

Clouds from a rainy day
dogs tails sweeping such tales

"Did you hear that? Sounded like a fly in my ear...OMG, what kind of bug is it that bit me? It had horns!"

Flesh tasted sweet,

That is a good premise Iain, I hope many writers submit some stories as it should be a fun one for writers to play with.

"I had fun playing with dophins...heeheehee..."

Parasite, I'm glad to see you're a reliable, constant form of depravity and stupidity. You do know that dolphins are talking about you when you're not around?

"So? Dolphins are just fish. They can't do anything other than..."

I take it you never saw the movie, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy? That movie was based on facts but covered up by the government to keep people ignorant. Remember the scene about the dolphins?

"Really? Gee I didn't know that..."

Ha! Got you. Add the word 'real' before depravity and stupidity.

"Robin, you're truly a dick."

Yes. Yes I am parasite.
***

Civil War

Lately a society is full to the brim of hot, rancid, opinion
Politics
Entertainment
Religion
Life
Social media has an opinion on EVERYTHING

Some say a revolution is brewing
Some say a civil war
I say, horseshit plus infinity

Can you imagine a fat dolt that walks no more than ten feet a day stepping out in the streets to strike fear?
Or, a teenage socialist with a smart phone and electricity taken away once the generators stop?

Most don't even know what end a bullet comes from
or how to find, kill, and process something to eat

Stir the pot people, rant and rave
demand 'justice and the American way' YOUR way
see how far you'll succeed
when that asteroid explodes over your head
or the ground shakes underneath
...
oh,
you'll get a taste of REAL war once nature has her way

Scorn a woman and pay
Scorn nature, natural, a real lady
Thinking the white flag will soon fly as there is no place to
retreat.

Man, it's hot today.

"How hot is it!"

Here parasite, hold on to this black piece of metal.

(sizzle, sizzle,) SHIT! Ow, ow, owee ow ow!

What's wrong parasite? You shrunk a little but if it's any consolation, your ugliness looks bigger!

"I hate you Robin, I realllllllly do..."

Good. Now, would you mind holding onto this bare electrical wire and tell me if the light switch works when I turn it on?

"Okay."
*

Hot

Weather is a fickle thought
One moment rainy, wet, and cold
One moment windy, dry, and hot

"Too hot!"
"Too cold!"
Rarely though, is just right.

A bit of warmth, a bit of cool, a slight breeze, a bit calm, a bit overcast, a bit sunny
ah yes, but still
some would still complain a bit.

In one hand rests the chance
In the second hand ticks the change between the present
and the past

Below, far below, the feet beat constantly upon a path
a journey perhaps
where experienced sadness, happiness, life, death
and chance

Above, far above, the space is so, so immense, so vast
a place where dreams go and come
as such, the chance, ever the chance, the dream,
and such a wonderful chance.