Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

Inspiration is inspiring is reason to write.

Today, grateful for receiving some kind words. Also, while excavating a new road I came across a wonderful cedar tree about 24" tall that was to be destroyed by progress. I dug it out and placed it in a bucket and then tonight after getting home, planted it. Will it survive? Maybe. Maybe not. But for sure it survived getting buried and destroyed. Cedar is a beautiful tree indeed.

Also, at work today, a man named, Mark was tasked with raking topsoil I was scooping into some flower beds. I laughed as a hen (chicken) would not leave him alone. I watched as the hen rushed in and tried to find worms while Mark raked. Of course, I made lots of jokes about it to him.

Today was a good day. And so, what better way to end it then to write.
***

Beneath the stature of majesty
Towering high stood a cedar

So thick the boughs to hide
nests
webs
sky

Creek rushing clear over flat stones placed
Gushing force to test the ears
and so peaceful to listen and dream

A man labored with a rake, cigarette dangling, acne popping, and few teeth
yet an old chicken joined him; again, such peace

Ground soft from so much water called rain
Pollen and petals from plums reached out for notice
while the teeth of the machine dug deep

Today, a good day, and now a good night
to sleep.
***

And though the day is over, a 'Happy Mothers Day' to those mothers who try their hardest raising children in a world so harsh and strange.

[Lester Curtis]

Good of you to save that little tree. I hope it thrives and brings pleasure to you and others.

I walked out back today to sniff the cherry blossoms before they're gone. A lot of years lately I've missed that, not getting down there before the bloom ended. It perfumes the whole back yard.

Sometimes it is that saved which saves us. Symbiosis entwine to share a common pulse. Tree's are indeed, uplifting.

Inspiring morning as the sun gets to work.
***

Petals waft and wander, if even only for a drop of seconds
Dripping so after so long of waiting

Winter tested limbs succeed to bud
Spring releases the ambitions

A back yard world where body seeks shelter, carried feet too
with tired yet true ambitions

There in a world where man and tree meet
to share in pool of seconds to forget an eternity of struggle for a moment.

Binged upon the picture unfolding
a screen of fog set within a cloud
lit by the sky

No doubt there rests a palm of path
covered in mud from a sliding fall
and laughter

Wrestle and wrangle an unspun track
perspiring and struggle
and then, the hands washed

Rain then,
joined in
sitting there together, getting clean
and all a part of the big picture.

in the world of man, there exists the two worlds. one of the dreams and one of those awake. two separate but different worlds where the two rarely meet as one-in-the same... sometimes though, it happens.

soft memories explored until the hardness of reality set in
firm belief held so true and with such passions
eternal it seems as so it is and must be

some say a fantasy of what cannot be yet is
is but a dream far from reality
some say reality of what cannot be yet is
is but a fantasy of a dream

how can this be?

(silence)

in a dream there are no boundaries, no please or thanks as those only arrive in reality
in reality there is nothing but boundaries, filled with please and thanks

how do i know it is real?
it is real when hearing,
"i'm sorry," when indeed it is me that should say
I'm sorry
as the dream, always
the dream... this is my
reality.

So Al has the water under contract. A rich man from California wants to purchase the springs and build a 150 RV park plus pool. He wants to spend millions. Of course, the 'regulars' bitch and moan, wanting it all to remain the same. Nothing remains the same and if those who bitch and moan want it to remain the same, why don't they buy it and run it? I say, good business to you Al. You deserve it.

Now as for inspiration, the waters were wonderful today. Much needed and soaked to the very deepness of what makes up me. Of course, philosophy discussed where one man took particular interest, his mind trying to hide what cannot be hidden while in the waters. It was, and is, good.
***
Learning

With face to show what the was reaction\
such as a smile, frown, and even
concentration.

To ask a question framed
as if a picture already painted
as surprise shows the hidden numbers guide.

People clinging to the old and new
forming opinion and ideas
while leaving so little
to imagination.

Religion
Politics
Technology

Who is right with who is to blame

Conspiracy
Facts
Fiction
Rejection
Acceptance...

Denial
Surprise
Angry
Sad
Acceptance...

This word, acceptance
so easy for some, impossible for most
a basic human equation.

Education where a little knowledge is a very dangerous thing
Knowledge where it can save or kill
while the circle turns full circle

This world tries, it truly does
but cannot understand what really is so simple
...
Maybe? Maybe one day? Of course it will happen,
but that is why there is also the word,
tomorrow.

Hey parasite, ya gonna help me sawmill today?

"...and, what do you think my answer is?"

I think you're gonna say yes as there is a new bag of chips coming that Matt showed me; Poppin Jalepeno Dorito's...

(silence)

"Bastard. You truly are a dick Robin... So, when do we start milling and what do you want me to do?"

Easy peesy parasite. All ya gotta do is test the blade for sharpness before it enters the log. Don't worry, I'll guide you through it.
Oh, and you might want to bring a box of bandages with you, maybe a spare appendage.
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Sawmilling

Rip snorting actions where sawdust shoots like small angry hornets
Metal bands dripping soapy water to cut the sap
as the teeth teach the wood manners of linear proportions

Diesel smell and grease
while beneath a bored corgi sleeps
as the pile of lumber grows higher

and when the day is over
there comes rest and chips
letting the sawmill cool its engine in preparation for another test.

[Lester Curtis]

Soapy water? Never thought of that, but then I've never seen any kind of lumber milling operation. I'm going to guess at the kind of wood that needs that: pitch pine (or whatever its proper name is). I've used small quantities of siding boards made of the stuff; there are big patches of the wood that are so much pure resin that light shines through them. Coats saw-blades and drill bits with tar that won't come off. Stops nails from being driven through. Splits ... if a split starts, it will just run the whole length of the piece. Lousy junk. It sure does burn, though. Maybe that's what the water is for, huh?

I have some of those trees in my front yard; my dad had me help him plant some of them. I think they were the cheapest saplings he could buy. They're dying now, but even when one falls apart, you can't touch a piece of it without getting tacky stuff all over you, and it won't wash off with any ordinary soap. Demands repeated applications of Goo-Gone or the like, and then the bottle of gunk-remover is all tacky on the outside. Faucet handles. It's like the stuff is malignant.

Lunchtime. It's hot-dog day.

The mill runs a bandsaw blade which rolls over two large metal wheels. One wheel is the power and the other, just a carrier. I think the pressure of the band on the wheels in upwards of many thousands of pounds. (when a band breaks, you do NOT want to be on the receiving end of the flying pieces_

Anyway, I use a plastic tank with gravity drip of water. Sometimes just the water is enough to keep the blade from gumming up but if milling a pitchy old dead pine... then with dish soap added to the water it all works like a charm.

I've had people tell me they use diesel fuel and other liquids but since pressure/friction of the blade against the drive wheel is what gives it power, don't want to risk the band slipping or even slide off the wheel. I know that in the winter, until the metal heats up, I have to be careful with the water as sometimes it instantly freezes on the wheel and the band slides off and I curse like you wouldn't believe...

"Oh, I believe it. You're a foul mouthed, dirty rotten bastard, and I hope a bird shits on your head."

That's why I have you parasite. You're a perfect target for bird shit.

Thanks for the inspiration Lester.
***

Hot Dogs

Dog tired feet
All of it going to the dogs
Doggone it
Hot diggity dog
and
pigs snouts and curly tails processed into a delicacy
that makes one howl like a dog
when biting into the hot mustard mixed with hot peppers
and then drinking water out of the dogs water bowl
while being viewed with amusement by a cat with a smile.

[Lester Curtis]

Cute poem, haha.

I do know band saws, along with various other industrial machinery; just haven't seen a lumber-mill-sized one. I *hated* mounting blades on those, even the small-shop sized models--mostly getting the blade out of the box and unfolded without it whacking you somewhere. If I had to do it again I think I'd take the blade out of the box, remove the twist-tie, and just fling it away from me, haha. In fact that may be how I used to do it; I don't recall.

Then you have to worry about the pulley alignment and make sure the blade isn't going to walk itself off on one side or the other--or maybe it's only belt-sanders that do that ...?

Some people don't do themselves any favors; I've seen a video of someone cutting wood on a bandsaw and they had the blade guide FULLY RETRACTED--damn fool had maybe three inches of blade twisting around unsupported above the workpiece. Setting a bad example for the whole world on Youtube. They clearly didn't read the operator's manual. If they're lucky it'll only cost them ruined blades and wasted workpieces.

Time to put the tools down and get lunch.

Some of the bandmill's used to mill lumber have a special wheel that has a groove in it so the band cannot travel off the wheels. One such mill is made by, Woodmizer. I had an LT40, made by them, one of the first they made and it was crap! Good for cutting you in half and that's about it.

Mill alignment is very important and it is easy to see if you succeed or not as by just turning the wheels by hand, the band will quickly track off the front or back, if not properly aligned.

This mill is my fourth mill. I've had a Foley Belsaw, LT40 Woodmizer, Mobile Dimension ( my favorite. a circular saw powered by a VW engine with oversize bearings) and now, a Baker industrial-get-anything-in-front-of-the-blade, and it will cut it. Hydraulic everything. I can mill up to 31' and cut a 4' log.

Interesting you mention about how bands act when 'unfolding' them. Sorta like a jack-in-the box, only without the music and usually a scream of pain as the band goes "SPROING!" and some of the teeth tear out chunks of flesh. Of course, after losing lots of blood and skin, I developed a trick to those bastards.

As for Youtube, you sure got that right. Did some work for a man building his own home. He showed me a video of a bench made out of dirt and mud. Embedded inside was a stove pipe connected to a small fire box. The chimney was a bare 6" chunk of stove pipe going up through the ceiling. He wanted to build one to heat the house.

After laughing for about twenty minutes, I recovered and asked, why?

He said just a few pieces of wood would heat the whole house. As the Youtube video said it would... Damn, it made me laugh.

After using logic and pointing out all the many and multiple errors of the video he saw the light and bought a wood cook stove.
***

Saw It On the Internet

Alien babies taking over local Chinese buffet
Woman gives birth to a fully grown ape
Dog bites own nose

How to change a brain?
How to rob Fort Knox?
How to explain cannibalism to a chicken?

See a tank swim underwater?
Listen to a two-day old girl sing the National Anthem?

For these and all things...
Youtube.com
(it's free and since it's on the internet, it must be real. after all, look at me! I made this body out of recycled soda bottles, some spare lumber, a chunk of meteorite, and some cheese! all after researching Youtube, Webmd, and Fox news)

Now, as for Facebook? Same fucking thing.

[Lester Curtis]

Oh, yeah, the idiots posting their "knowledge" on the net ... when I found out I needed my chimney relined, I started looking for information on it. Found a long video of some guys who bought a DIY kit. It got ugly when they opened the very large box containing the coiled insulated double-walled stainless flue pipe. There was bloodshed, and these guys then giving warnings to wear thick leather gloves when handling the stuff. Worse, they had to cut it to length, and then one of them standing on the roof and shoving the stuff down the chimney. I immediately started shopping for a good contractor, and yeah, it cost me about $7000, but I'm glad I can usually figure out when a job is beyond my ability/skill level/expertise ... which is most of the time.

Also on the net during that search I DID find quite a few warnings about doing this kind of job yourself ... many who do wind up having to call a professional anyway to fix what they fucked up, so they still pay full price (or more) *plus* suffer the embarrassment. And possible injuries.

I did do a freestanding fireplace/chimney installation in a tiny house I lived in once. The roof had a gentle slope and the parts all went together easily; double-wall stainless sections that screwed together. It wouldn't keep the whole house warm, but it did pretty good for the living room/kitchen with open ceiling and a ceiling fan. The whole house was insulated. Cute little place; I liked it. Glad I didn't listen to my wife, though; she wanted me to build a brick fireplace *on top of the framed floor.* And my only attempt at bricklaying ... well, let's just say I'm glad it was only a little back-porch step.

Two fun projects; chimney's and bricks. They do go together and the good news is that the new chimney inserts are much easier than the old clay liners. Now, if I were there I'd of saved you about $6500 and along with the $500 you would have paid you'd have to also feed me for the day and that would probably run about $6500... so, a wash.

Ever been in a teepee? Pretty good engineering for a group of people who never attended a college prof lecture or grade school.
The teepee can withstand extreme winds, keep warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and the control of smoke is astounding. Maybe NASA could take some pointers from indigenous folks? For sure, modern society could learn a great deal.

Thanks for the inspiration'
***

Smoke Signals

Far off in a distance near the stars yet far from home
a fire stores the smoke
released towards a destination high
while beneath warms a beat

Singing songs from far
and near the life brings tone
mixing sparks and voice and drum
ayee ayee ayo

Coyote glare and owl voice
howls to world silent
lost in speed and war
ayee ayee ayo

Man and woman born together
Wood and flame too
in creation
rising
rising
rising
A signal:
Life has meaning
and every life is worth hearing
Ayee Ayee Ayee Awoo.

[Lester Curtis]

Never been in a teepee, but I've heard about them. Double-wall construction, right? And the smoke flap is on its own control stick, so they can regulate the draw and maybe even adjust a little bit for wind direction (not sure about that). Flue damper. Not bad if you don't mind the lack of windows.

Yurts work similarly, and the dome shape might be even more energy-efficient. I don't think they have to worry as much about overheating in Mongolia.

Both good solutions for nomadic folks with horses.

Go look up the movie "Nanook of the North." They filmed this little family traveling around in the Arctic Circle, and you get to see the building of an igloo, which are also pretty decent shelters. Fascinating process; they cut the blocks of snow with a special knife. The blade is made of ivory or bone, and that might be because that material doesn't stick to the snow when it cuts. At bedtime the whole family strips naked and huddles together under a godawful enormous animal pelt--father, wife, adult daughter, a little baby, and I think another kid or two.

The dogs get a separate shelter of their own, but only if the weather is extra nasty or if there are puppies who need it. Otherwise the sled dogs just sleep in the snow. Those dogs are only just barely domesticated, too; they get into vicious fights and the man wades in and wallops 'em until they quit.

One thing that struck me about those people was that they make toys for the kids, too--and their fur coats are elaborately decorated. Very cheerful folks. Maybe most awesome, the man collected polar-bear pelts for trade ... he kills them with a spear. The pelts are about seven feet long. We think we're tough. Maybe that's why they're so cheerful; they're always glad to still be alive from one day to the next.

Many types and style of teepees. Interesting how the simple engineering of old is still applicable today. And when you mentioned yurts I had to laugh as I've seen pic's of what a bear can do to a yurt when people staying inside store savory food!

Nanook of the North was one of my favorite reads. And I've studied the various book and video of proper snow building. Amazing. Of course, many children raised in a snowy environment soon adapt and learn rudimentary skills while digging holes into a snow bank or actually trying their hand at an igloo using a square snow shovel to cut out the blocks from crusty snow.

Another fun fact about life in the north was that when visitors from afar visited the more remote villages, they were encouraged to breed with the group to provide diversity, sorta like what happens when a guy visits Vegas. Oh, I could write for hours just on cultural curiosities. And if one spends some time researching old film, there are some really good ones...even that one about the ship caught in the ice and the crew had to eat the dogs. The movie name began with an S... Yes, Shakleton's Forget the name but for as harsh as their conditions were, the casualties were very light.

As for polar bears... smart bastards. they know they are protected so they actively hunt humans for food. For example (taking this from actual translations of a couple of polar bears hanging around the Connoco drilling rig in northern Alaska.)

"So, what are we gonna do today? Wanna go fuck with the seals?" One very old and fat bear said to his partner.

"Naw... Did that yesterday..."

"So, are you thinking of..."

"Yeah..."

"Noticed a new batch of workers out by the little round hard things, you know, the ones stinking of oil?"

"Yeah, and I think there was some dark meat in that group. Plus, a female in heat! Yummy!"

"So, what are we waiting for, lets go eat them!"

"Okay... but first let me finish my snack on the arctic fox." (burp)

[TaoPhoenix]

So much to write and so little time. I find it amazing that other writers experience 'writers block',...

Hallo!

I'm back for a bit!

Some notes:

"Unlucky" is often used as a "social skills" word for a more balanced handling of situations, and really at some levels, "complex systems" and all that, it becomes as good a word as any!

The most famous one is "being born with __ skin color" ...

Right behind it and now in the center of my wheelhouse, is Disability.

But some really wild "sneak shot examples" of lucky/unlucky are emerging, such as *what YEAR" were you born!

Such and such year did or did not put you in the "probablity spread" of ___ situation, of any skin color.

So, Robin: Are you "lucky" to have the "character"/"aspect" of the Parasite?

Heh ... Hey Parasite! Are you "lucky" to have Robin?

[TaoPhoenix]

So much to write and so little time. I find it amazing that other writers experience 'writers block',...

See now, I agree I could post notes and "speedy shallow stories".

But there is an epic dimension of writing, when you are really reaching for the tenor and tone, the flux of it all ...

And the nerve wracking to try to get it as "Right As Possible" ... THAT can produce a writer block!

It hits me all the time, which is why I don't write much fiction - I'm sad if I submit shallow work when there really are depths to be found...

And for my style, that takes HARD research! Then the research spawns research ... and then the sparks start spawning...

Of especial note is the Flash format ... my "theoretical natural length" is far longer. A decade ago I could probably have told you what it is ... just to unload this post, let's call it between 6000-8000 words.

I'll probably have much more to say on this, but I need to finish my catch-up, so I will end this note here.

[TaoPhoenix]

Hey parasite, ya gonna help me sawmill today?

"...and, what do you think my answer is?"

I think you're gonna say yes as there is a new bag of chips coming that Matt showed me; Poppin Jalepeno Dorito's...

(silence)

"Bastard. You truly are a dick Robin... So, when do we start milling and what do you want me to do?"

Easy peesy parasite. All ya gotta do is test the blade for sharpness before it enters the log. Don't worry, I'll guide you through it.
Oh, and you might want to bring a box of bandages with you, maybe a spare appendage.
***

Oho!

Ya know Parasite, is this all it takes to get on your good graces!? New chips!? I have an eye for detail, and this is New York City ...

So I am quite sure I can find something to your liking. But I must carefully time when to ask. However, for now, a gift of knowledge:

Bristol Stool Scale. For when you become bored wiping your a$$ and chance to look at the result.

Charcoal Beak Out

[TaoPhoenix]

Oh, yeah, the idiots posting their "knowledge" on the net ...

This topic becomes far murkier when the knowledge domain changes to health services...
The Web becomes better than the Pro's...

[Lester Curtis]

Check this out:

https://curiosity.com/topics/trees-may- ... dium=email

I took an online course titled "What a Plant Knows." They do take in quite a bit of information and it's surprising how much they act on it.

[Lester Curtis]

Bristol Stool Scale

Amazing, the pursuit of knowledge. And I found a new term for The Exploding Trots (which I experienced after visiting Mexico)--rectal tenesmus. Oh, yeah, and I shit like a girl.

Thanks.

[Lester Curtis]

they were encouraged to breed with the group to provide diversity, sorta like what happens when a guy visits Vegas.

Vegas, LOL! Yeah, and lots of little villages used to raid each other for young women for the same reason, and in some places it even became an aspect of their culture.

Funny how that works. For starters, we're all hard-wired with a measure of racism; it's a fear and distrust of the "other." The best way to overcome this is to live in a mixed society, like NYC or the ancient (or modern) Mediterranean.

Inbred, insular cultures just keep getting worse until about half the population are drooling idiots with fan-blade ears and no chin--and fatal birth defects get to epidemic levels. It may be that at that point, a survival instinct starts causing those who can to get the hell out of there--maybe just so they'll have someone to fuck who isn't a close relative. Or, someone with enough sense and some influence may convince the rest of them to invite some newcomers (with new come).

"Ha! I see ol peach fuzzy ash butt is back! Did you finally grow your feathers back?"

Parasite, where are your manners... Or, your 'pretend' manners? You really do need to work on your social skills.

"Yeah, and you need a shower, with soap, and maybe a sand blaster. And while were at it, how about buying some new clothes, and, and, and..."

Here parasite. A brand new bag of Costco BBQ chips... Knock yourself out.

"Thanks moron...(munch, crunch, munch)

Sorry about that Tao, the parasite is just that... A true parasite or as I see it, a fulcrum of stability between what is and what is not. Lately it's been tolerable but that will change. And, 'yes', the parasite is easily swayed with any sort of potato immersed in chemicals, salt, and hot oil.

Good to hear from you and hope all is well. Stick around this thread though, and you might turn into a gerbil or orange centipede.
***

Nice find Lester. Tree's and all life in general are bonded by much more than any human scientist can even come close to understanding. And not because of the available data but because most creatures are blind to what is because of what is...

And what is it really? This culture of writing, reading, expression, imagination, reality, luck, truth, lies... of course the answer is and it is indeed! It really, really, really,. is.

*

And what is it all if not inspirational? Of course.

*** ** *

Names were given in the moment of creation
A small unit this moment in a vast expanse of choice of units combined

Nations
Black
White
entwined like a vine strangling the fruit contained
within it's own seed

A parasite consumes its needs
A host believes in expansion
Boy'
Girl'
Man/
Woman\

Now, back to the myriad of names, of faces, of colors, of nations
One in the same or millions in one?
Poetic strangeness ][
indeed...

Let's dive deep now, into a realm of keep where tree's take shape to swim
while fish become rooted
a realm where it is, it really is...

Listen to the cricket explain while a frog eats
Worms turn soil to mix
Microbes consume
Snakes teach
Owls reach
Deer run. They run far and fast but cannot escape.

Now, dive high.
Reach for a sky where it rests
Wings expanding and folding
Above the Sun, stars,
A Universe indeed...

Not deep enough or high?
Then let's deal with what's between...

Can you hear the heartbeat of a stone?
Can you taste the death of eternity?
Can you, and you, and you, you all
need.

It all started with a simple touch
A finger to pulse
where a heart exploded into a raging fire
this is,
indeed,
Life.

syntax calculations sorted carefully
such caliginous sort careen
so can such combine?

simple counts simple cares
still?
combine?
cares?

such conundrum such conveyance

silence carries sounds cupule

[TaoPhoenix]

syntax calculations sorted carefully
such caliginous sort careen
so can such combine?

simple counts simple cares
still?
combine?
cares?

such conundrum such conveyance

silence carries sounds cupule

"Syntax Calculations sorted carefully" is what I do all day in life, that gets me into trouble!

But ya know, more and mnore books are showing up saying the next lines!

Simple counts. Simple cares.
Still.
So Combine, and Care!

agreed.

tonight the owls hold festival. hundred's take flight and combine, can you feel the sound reaching sight while hearing?

above a moon cares not yet combines with a sister

see the star to the left of right or right of left, depending on perspective?

For what resides in the heart of mankind really cares not at the combination

yet

a mouse,

a tiny mouse with a field of wet crickets chirping knows full well as it tries to live in a world where planets, stars, moons... show full shadow the power of carefully combined...

leading now to death?
or
yes,
yes it is...
creation.

And for this. to journey now to a world where another poem shall be created. To be combined with and for care, all in honor of the black void full of light, life, and creation.

Parabolic. Synergy. Wheel. Castoreum...

Don't know about most writers but for me, words bounce into my head from no where and swirl about before departing. Always has been this way... words.

Of course with words comes word placement and then sentences are born, leading to paragraphs... and before you know it, a story is created.

I have a love/hate relationship with words. They are necessary for writing but they definitely muddy up a story. A conundrum perhaps?

Pollen plagues the sinus cavities as all the recent rain has now kicked the plants into hyper drive.

And, I just submitted a new story for Jim's June challenge, so, worded out but if you've not yet submitted a story for the flash challenge, why not try it.
***

Sneezing

Particulates of sodden spots, a spectacle of mucus abounds
Kleenex (brand name for a snot rag) feels good to reaching hands
Benadryl, Claratin, drugs misspelled by miserable hands.

First the rains came and then the sun
and then the clouds of yellow orgy pollen's churn
entering nostrils, mouth, eyes, and lungs.

Can you feel it?
Heeeere, ah, ah, ah,
it, ah, ah
AHHCHOO!

It comes.

Relief?

Only until the itchy eyes, the mucus flows and the next
ah, ah, ah...
AHHCHOOO!
comes.

squiggals leads to giggles lead to rhyme
sought situations of sublime
to
downward spirals
a rabbit hole vine
while the Duke and Duchess laugh at the time.

And so, through a bramble'
a maze entwined
there spotted a time.

With ear opened to chance
eyes smiled in glance
while the Duke and Duchess laugh at the time.

birds in their nest to the left
moon to the right
dogs behind
grading ahead

no rain today is a taste of reprieve
the Cat engine rumbles
not a bad way to start a day

All level in a strange form of way.

Parallel

Two iron tracks
unrolled from an endless roll of steel
with a spike on the beginning and still a far end

Two sides of a coin, of paper, of hand
An opposite or equal?

Two worlds

Two of all that runs side by side