Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

Four Geese

Winged in miniature V
Winging up the river

Clearwater, as in what it is
and name

Rocks waving as they fly by
And I
a driver on a highway, pleased at the grace

Many writers have constant stories in their heads just swirling about, begging to come out. Sometimes the writer write a story, sometimes not (lazi) Sometimes, like at this exact moment, two stories inside vying for instant attention, so a snippet of strange while two stories combine.
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Brass casing. A 155mm shell of the Korean war era. Now, replaced with polycarb plasitic, saving the taxpayer money as brass is so outdated.
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She ran. She ran hard as she always did every morning. Sweat matting her hair while the wind cooled her face.
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"Load up!" The enlisted artillery NCO in charge of battery 13 ordered his subordinates. "Loaded. Locked. Ready." Came the reply by a newly promoted corporal. Yesterday he was Lance Corporal Lewin and today he wore an extra stripe bringing with it the weight of more responsibility.

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Passerby's admired the runner, after all, she was a beauty indeed. Some guys passing in a pickup truck said, "Now, that is a beautiful thing," while the other male driver instantly replied as he slowed the pickup truck, "Indeed!"

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"Ready! Fire!" The artillery crew of battery #13 covered the ears already protected by hearing protection as the barrel spewed flame and a very deadly piece of munition, now speeding towards target.

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She grew tired of the run and it was time to turn around and return home. So, with a simple 180 degree turn, she started the return, but this time at a slower trot. The perspiration still flowing and enhancing the glow in her one blue eye.

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"Load up!" Repetition of the same dance of the same routine, in the art of dispelling death. The return of normalcy as the crew of battery #13 kept pace with the line of batteries strung across a wide path of weapons. Returning the fire in a constant rhythm.

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She returned to her home. Tired but happy. The run was successful.

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The gun batteries returned fire upon the enemy who now answered the same in reply.

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She smiled as a hand caressed her soft fur. "Good girl. You needed the run didn't you?" The man said as he showed affection to his female corgi. Tinkerbelle returned the affection with a lick.

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Gun battery #13 ceased to exist as one of the enemies shells returned the favor of death.

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And, the world continued to spin.

[Lester Curtis]

Nice, but dogs don't sweat except for their foot-pads. But you're just messing with your readers, aren't you?

Nah... I would never do that. Now, as for the parasite doing something like that...

I like your idea for a flash challenge. A few years ago I received an email from the daughter of a man I know. I've known her since the age of five and years later she attended her first year of college. It is here she fell in love.

I used to send them, to include her, funny emails and such and one day I got an email from her to her lover. In her mind she was thinking, "Oh shit! Wrong email address! Mayday. Mayday. Where's the delete?"

In her email it dealt with a dirty bird (and stuff) Not that I'm a clean bird mind you, I do use soap and water on special occasions. You know, such times as leap year, blue moons, hell freezing over.

Yes, that would be a great challenge especially in this age of instant news, instant communication, instant stupidity.

And as always, the inspiration.
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Sweat

She groaned while his murmuring growl matched
both bringing satisfaction.

Body muscles so busy flexing and retracting
Salt brine to taste as the sweat fell from eye lashes

Again and again and again...
Rising moans of primal reaction

.. .

in the gym where two people strove for physical perfection
throwing a medicine bag for a half hour
sweating like crazy...

exercise for some
torture for most sedentary citizens used to sweating
at
inaction.

[Lester Curtis]

I've done most of my sweating lately in propelling myself around on a bicycle. Good that I've learned how to dress for cold-weather exertion, thanks to snow removal. I stick my head out the door for the weather report and gear up accordingly. It's just so good to be using my lungs and muscles again to get out and explore a little.

Try biking naked Lester, it builds character and goose bumps! On a biking related topic, in the Summer the highway along the Salmon river has bikers pedaling their hearts out. Granted, they're not naked but they sure do SWEAT. Not unusual to see people biking in temps over 100. Everytime I see a man or woman pedaling up White Bird grade their faces all have one thing in common...torture. They all look absolutely miserable.

Speaking of miserable. Today two hours drive to work, eleven hours of making an excavator sing, and two hours back. Money sucks! But bills suck more! (at least the Russian rabbit kids were fun to watch as they hid in the holes I dug for trees)
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Blur

Bury a line, dig another
Rip and roar: stumps galore
Brush bending
SNAP!

Throw a track
and mud

An orchard fit for a city
holes dotting the landscape
Children laughing as they hidey hole

Watched the Sun rise
Watched the Sun set
Working by electrical lights

Igor said, "more, more, more,"
Body said, "snore, snore, snore,"

Thank God today is over and there are a few hours
for sleep.

[Lester Curtis]

Mm, biking naked is likely to build an arrest record, and anyone intentionally going out for a lot of physical exertion in dangerous heat is flirting with some new medical records. But look what the Japanese did ...

https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/shi ... 6877&ct=t()&mc_cid=9a0bcc44cd&mc_eid=95d91afc7a

But getting arrested while biking naked would make for excellent television. Remember the chase of OJ Simpson? Just imagine a slow speed chase by lustful cops following a lovely naked lady! Why, I bet it would be on CNN, Fox, NBC, Youtube.

If I biked naked I could get away with it because I've got more body hair than a silverbacked ape.

Now, on the Japanese link, seeing the word Hiroshima brought back Marine Corps memories. Went to Hiroshima and area. Those Japanese were cutting edge on public transportation back in the 80's. And they had really cool vending machines and heavy equipment. They also played pachinko everywhere. Crazy little ball bearings bopping about, enough to drive a person crazy.

And now, inspired by bicycles.
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Round wheels of scientific efficiency
Pedal madness for those who try and remain fit

Rubber with metal meeting gravel and way
Wind whipping by the face

Ten speed
Single speed
Mountain bike
Exercise stationary
and many others with many other speeds, materials, prices, and need

Helmets and clothes
Water bottles to fix the depleted

Sounds so wonderful and fantastic
until
passed by a man with a beard and sunglasses
leather chaps and leather jackets
no helmet or cares
on a Harley going 83.

When the weather of Winter still gasps and stutters; trying to displace Spring... It is, amusing.

Building is picking up here now that the snow is fading. The lumber stores are getting busy, the people are waking up. It is, good.

Today, I made a table for Pete. Pete is a displaced viking stuck in a modern time. I do enjoy telling him that he would be a good slave instead of a marauder. Told him that on this table he can jab his knife into the surface of it if he wants as I made it extra thick. As for throwing drinking glasses into a fireplace, that's on him.

And the wind provides tonight's inspiration.
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Looking over there and behind the breeze sneaks up
Turning to look, it stalls and hides
calm

From the other direction it stirs again
blowing ashes from a fire
calm

All around it runs
it turns
calm

Clouds joined in the mischief
calm becoming a bellowing bluster
messing up the hair and making me smile.

First rattlesnake today, and it was not doing so well as it was dead and in the clutches of a hawk. Weather here is definitely not wintery and stuff is growing like crazy! Birds. Deer. Mice. People. Everything kicking into 'overdrive'. Nice.

And, of course, inspirational.
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All winter the rattles were silent
Coiled in den beneath the cover of rock
Body core temp low to match the slow beat of the heart

Until

Spring.


Sunlight bringing the creature alive
to venture forth and see
to breath
to be...

While above watched a hardy stare
Swooping deep
Picking up
a startled snake
to eat and break-in the rhythm of
Spring!

Of course it had to be. Today, the same hawk in the same place; eating another snake; this time though, the snake was a bull snake. Of course bull snakes eat rattle snakes and hawks consume both.

Very inspiring though a bit hard on the snakes.
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Serpent of the circle consuming
its
own
tail

With out fang or claw
in a world level
eyes blind
sound mute
taste though... tasting life

Frogs announce while to the surface comes turtle
spiders in the hair
beetles on the bark
wind blowing sawdust

Settling to announce
a feather to continue
open arms with an eye to the sky
blinking in wonder.

Good Friday

Lent. Good Friday. Palm Sunday. Easter. This time of year is so important for all no matter their beliefs.

Christians who follow Christ, it a time of year to remember the Story. For Athiest's and Agnostics, it is the changing of seasons where Winter is retired and Spring brought forward.

For all, the tree's bud, the birds nest. Life. Beauty. Joy. A newness. A rebirth. Just as Good Friday is the passing of one and the rebirth on Easter.

Poetic. Of course, philosophical debate will continue as people struggle with their choices of believing in what people believe in, yet no matter how different people think they are, they still are the same inside. Listening as the body dictates.

And, a blue moon to really make the season wonderful. It is. It is good. (and inspirational)
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Leveraged mood where eyes cast down, look up
Ice replaced by flowers
Snow melted into green growing grass
Cold warmed to bring the symphony of all forms of life

People wave and smile
Women till the garden
Men ready the fishing boat
Children ride the bicycle and giggle

Smell the soil turned
Feel the strength of the fish biting
Hear the children bring joy

This the moment of Easter
and to Christ I say
Thanks.

Whatcha doing parasite?

"I'm scrounging up all your magnets."

Magnets? Why? Or, am I going to regret asking...

"It's okay numbnuts, you can ask all you want."

So, what's with the magnets?

Sigh. "Okay. I'll try and make it simple for you. I'm getting as many magnets as I can steal... I mean, 'borrow', and I'm putting them outside on the knob."

And why?

"Because the Chinese space station is going to crash down here and I want to help attract it here. Then after it crashes, and hopefully kills you, I will sell the pieces of the satellite on eBay and get rich!"

Sounds...interesting...But what happens if you attract it and it falls like you hope, and squishes you?

(silence)

"Shit! Didn't think about that... Hey. I know! I'll put the magnets under your pillow and then go away for a day or two."

Sounds great parasite. Of course if you're not here and it falls on my pillow, I'm gonna beat you to selling it...
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Made in China

Space station
status of a nation
know so for crap

Plastic toys and junk
Shot into space to test the race
Around and around
like musical chairs

Falling now
to Earth

Where she'll fall no one knows
But for sure it you're hit by one of the pieces
it sure as hell
will hurt.

Must be the season or reason or moment. Spring does that to people. And the moon outside the window is so damn loud right now it drowns out the television. Something that loud must be inspirational.
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Forecast

Wise people guess
Unwise people know

People going straight think right
Undecided lean left

Tired and resisting sleep
Sleeping feeling refreshed

Hungry and never full
Sated and starved

In day the warmth sheds jackets and hat
In night the coolness dictates

Rain and the thoughts are dry
Snow and a sigh
Clear skies, ah yes, clear skies are on the way
with dreams, thoughts, and the smell of fragrance.

the crime scene glowed, the serenity lighting up where pictured shadow disperse
such a glow trickling
trickling.

Such beauty, the like of which fills dreams
So it is
this scene

I Robot

A man can try and deny but then, can a man live and not breathe?

Can a butterfly be such without crawling without feet?
or
a flower rooted in shit, how can such blossom and smell so sweet?

Chasing comets is easy, so too, to hold the moon alone in a pocket full of moutain's, oceans, deserts...
blushing though when it comes to romance
or
personality

Asimov spoke about robotic beings
Science fiction presents to become science fact
and still
ever so much
such beauty, the like of which fills dreams.

Rain is inspirational... and wet.

As it rained today, the birds at the feeder were immune to the falling moisture, and it was fun to watch. Me, with a jacket and clothes getting soaked, and little, itty, bitty, feathered friends flittering about like it was nothing. Of course, sunflowers seeds are enticing and worth getting drowned.
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One man's comfort is another man's pain
To sit for hours waiting for a fish to bite is a yes
To ride a bicycle for hours waiting to see the terrain pass is a no

Some complain it's too hot and dry
Some complain it's too cool and wet
Animals in the wild though
try and exist

They look for food, for sex, for shelter, for life
and I've never really seen anything other than man complain
in the world of life outside humanity
that exists.

Jargon
Tilted axis where vocals mix the resonance
Chords strive to touch
within
so in
there lays
much
to hear and simmer
bubbling times
cooled afters
hot night

Harken
Delivered past where words were born
tis
and this
is
it is
indeed
in

Whimsical way to work words
as why not?
The glowing orbs travel bears title
Son
and it is
in indeed
good.

People who love to write often times spend a lot of time thinking about what they are going to write before writing. Some people do not... I'm a writer who does both.

Much of what these fingers put down on 'paper' has taken a very long time to finally get written and other bits are written without even a thought given before appearing. Fun. Thus never will this writer have writers 'block' (too many holes for the words to leak around the barricade made only by writers themselves)

This morning, while drifting between the world of shite and the world of that, I thought of the phrase heard in the past, "Pleased as punch." Interesting for a second or two but the mind kicked into another gear and came up with th4 following.
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Top shelf results in a bottom line world
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It has a meaning to it and then after thinking about it, it has many meanings. Thus, for me, proving writing is a tool that helps communicate the worlds swirling about to include society, religion, passions, and absolute insanity.

The Wind and i have a strange relationship... It blows and babbles constantly about such that borders on boring to exciting. Sometimes we agree, sometimes not. Today I had a blow with the wind and it blew right back. It blew with gusts over 79 mph and destroyed my old wind generator.

i laughed, the Wind laughed, and after it calmed, a hawk intervened and made peace.

Crazy? Indeed. I'm certifiably nutso, bat shit, bonkers! And i like it that way... So Wind, keep it up because you are the only one to be trusted in this 'sane' world. And you were inspiring, though a bit rude in your actions today.
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tested by this around us
blowing
blowing dust until it matters

building strength to lean upon
and trust
with such matters

so much the calm intrudes
leaving ruin
and pain

bring me the storm with all the trumpets, banners, and riders
herald the coming clouds of change
shaking the foundations of rock and matter

only though, through the power
to stand against
resisting such

the blossom sweet
the fragrant flower
the butterfly and dragon

needing
craving
the kiss of the breeze
it truly does
matter

"You're weird Robin..."

Thank you parasite. So are you, though you also smell funny.

"That's because I scored with a dolphin and..."

Ha! No. You don't smell fishy, you smell like Radar after he gets sprayed by a skunk.

"But. But. But. But I wipe my own ass!"

What? Oh, yeah, you heard that from a friend of mine who likes to use that phrase. Even has me saying it now.

"No. No I don't. I, I, I..."

Ha! Amazing. The parasite is at a loss for words AND it stinks.

It's true though, a man I work with was joking one day and said, "But, but, but, I wipe my own ass!" And every time he says it, I laugh. Amazing on what makes us laugh. Though sometimes it is not the words spoken but the context/style they are spoken in.

This is what I think is hard for a writer to portray to the reader. If one read, "But, but, but... I wipe my own ass!" without knowing the context of it being said, on the surface it appears crude and vulgar and definitely paints a mental picture. So, how does one show a reader what they want the reader to think?

Probably one of the answers is that everyone is different and some will laugh at something while others are offended. To read is one thing where one has to form a mental picture whereas when talking with a person there are other factors available to reach a decision on what to do... Cry. Laugh. Get mad. Sleep.

All fun, and of course, inspirational.
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Mental Statue

Struck from such a state of mind
Pictured ambitions, traditions, questions, answers, weakness, strength
Showered fragments
scattered as in random patterns of a puzzle

Winter coldness and still the picture remains crystal clear
Summer heat shows the bird shit where the familiar fly
Fall brings closure
Spring brings relief

Such a state of mind
Carved until an entire world now remains.

Black Beetle

Crawling path towards a goal
where
paths cross.

Upon a finger he crawled with legs long, strong
upon a finger
grasped.

There he sat, looking across, up, and down
listening to Matt's words
curious in nature.

His expression; mood
so strong
and humorous as upon one leg he stood.

Released at the edge of the world
Matt continued his journey
the beetle understood

For me, just another day of understanding
Looking around and finding
more light shining.

Basket down the reed lined river
floating softly and slow
Contents once the bread of the land
grain
cloth
spice
and now the fabric of life

splice there came the air where below the fish bubbled
twice hands almost took
with now a setting sun behind the pyramids
a maiden finds a grasping hand.

I call em, 'mud toads' and today I laughed when one started to sing at my house. Poor bastard will get chilly tonight as we have a winter weather advisory for snow... but, at a couple feet higher in elevation than where I sit.

Also, saw something today that I've not seen before. A herd of deer mixed with a herd of elk. Stopped to watch them while they stopped to watch me. Two spike bulls in the herd still had their horns, which will soon fall off.

The cow elk were funny. One was definitely pissed off at another and chased it around.

So. More inspiration.
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Elk grunt, squeak, and whistle
Deer are silent
Toads are lousy singers
Birds tweet and chirp
Humans babble
Dogs bark
Cats meow
and modern day college students cry and suck their thumb when learning they have to pay back their student loans...

"Robin. That was the most shitty thing you've ever written yet."

Thanks parasite! I forgot to add, Parasite's belch and burp.

"Okay, that's a bit better."

Ziggy doo wop she bop de go go whoo!

Mud
m-u-d
mud is the inspiration for today.

worked in mud, covered in mud, mud, mud, mud.

some people take mud bath's at fancy spa's
some guy like female mud wrassling
mud pies are a children's delight

I hate mud.

Got a new wind turbine made in China that goes up tomorrow. Probably won't last long in the winds around here but should be fun until it explodes... all the parts flying off into... mud.
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Mud in Yer Eye

Gunslingers standing off against the other
Stance with a fingers twitch
and squinty eyes

Sun above the corral as horses whinny
tails swatting out the the afternoon fly's
Children a sitting on the fence rail

Ladies in bonnets standing next to the shopkeeper
as he holds a broom silent
after a vigorous sweep

Two men with attitude and speed
One a chawing on tabbaco
The other, a handrolled cigarette

Colt made men equal where the gun gets all the appeal
when really it's the heart beating inside
hands holding the smoking piece
as each men's heart receive in equal
a bullet.

Installed a 400watt VAWT wind turbine today. Technology is amazing. The last turbine cost over $2500. It was a 600 watt. It was nice but blew up in the last hurricane here. And this one is only 200 watts less in capacity but is actually better built/engineered.

It cost a whopping $199.00 and already I really like it. Gotta give China credit for coming up with something that not only works but does not break the bank.

If anyone wants a cool 'thing' to charge 12volt batteries and run 12v lights, search for the following: 12V/24V 400W VAWT Lanterns Wind Turbine Generator Vertical Axis + Controller USA

Speaking of lights, I also installed a 100 watt solar panel and hooked it up to 60' of LED light strips. Oh, my neighbor is just gonna love looking down on those. I got tired of constantly changing batteries in the stander LED lights that stick into the ground. This one runs on a 12volt car battery.

Why mention this shit? I say why not. It's writing and I love to write. Plus, playing with electrical stuff is inspiring.
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Who discovered fire,
or did fire discover man?

Consuming a coldness and feeding a belly
with light showing the whole scene

Living in darkness for so long and then
Rubbing hands in front of embers and rubbing eyes from smoke

Today, a flip of a switch turns on the light
A gas stove cooks the food and provides heat

Today so many machines needing mankind's 'fire'
Electricity

And much like fire, if you stick your hand into an electrical outlet
your flesh will sizzle, your hair go straight,
and you will discover the flame.

Held the sky today
letting the clouds slip by
forming a circle, a ring, to slip upon the fingers
like smoke blowing from a grizzled man in the bar
as his lips purse past secrets

Held the sun today
tight with forefinger and thumb
forming a circle, a ring, to bring sleep to the rain
like fog whispering of past and future times like an old woman in the bar
as her face shows a story for all to tell

Held my eyes high today
seeing so much beauty is the how and why
forming a circle, a pair of orbs lost in stare
like thanks from a dinner where friends gather
as their faces bring a community smile

tonight the Moon holds my hands, my eyes, my mind
a reflection of the sun
as sleep reminds us of yesterday
and tomorrow

[Lester Curtis]

Wow, I like that one.

Glad you liked it Lester.
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Washed Thoughts

Washed thoughts hung from a cotton cloth line
Pinned tight
so tight no wrinkles try
with a flap
a twist
they dry

Her tired hands untied the mess below
tangled ambitions
with unsettled reasons
like her long hair from youth
red blush on the cheeks
much like the years in making

His dreams wandered high above the line
Looking attentive at the attractive
blue jeans to fit humorous thoughts
white t-shirt to form sadness
A full line as long as time could see

As they go up and on
down falls so much
upon a ground dripping from sodden sorrow
and bliss

Pooled now to reflect a face(s)
blank stares
blank thoughts
blank dreams
and yet
feeling light and clean.

Held the sky today
letting the clouds slip by
forming a circle, a ring, to slip upon the fingers
like smoke blowing from a grizzled man in the bar
as his lips purse past secrets

Held the sun today
tight with forefinger and thumb
forming a circle, a ring, to bring sleep to the rain
like fog whispering of past and future times like an old woman in the bar
as her face shows a story for all to tell

Held my eyes high today
seeing so much beauty is the how and why
forming a circle, a pair of orbs lost in stare
like thanks from a dinner where friends gather
as their faces bring a community smile

tonight the Moon holds my hands, my eyes, my mind
a reflection of the sun
as sleep reminds us of yesterday
and tomorrow

This...is the greatest poem I've ever read!