Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

Interesting points Lester.

At the moment A.I. is still developing along a pace of human-made technology. Silicone. Electricity. Sources of electricity. Human control of machines making everything. In a way, A.I. is in the fetal stage of development. It's heart is 'beating' yet the body is not there in complete form yet.

Intelligence in the biological fashion is a learned procedure yet all creatures are already born with hardwired knowledge. In mammals, the dick gets hard during puberty, the vagina bleeds, nature runs its course even if nothing was taught. Sleep is not taught. Sneezing... basically any biological function is already installed.

So, this leads back to A.I. 'learning' knowledge.

I guess in theory once the A.I. leaves the 'womb' of mankind's lab/factory, it will be like a child and allowed to grow, and thus, how will it grow?

Will it have the free will to decide and derive from the knowledge a similar construct as other A.I. also free from the womb?

Personality in humans is vast a varied, so too, in my opinion, will A.I.

Also, as math evolves, true intellect will see just how wrong human math has been. For three dimensional thinking, human math is mundane and predictable. It allows humans to understand much. Now, after A.I. gets involved with it's ability to function outside the biological realm... just watch and see what will be revealed.

A comparison would be how in the biological world, many insects, mammals, birds, reptiles, etc... can do things with their knowledge that humans cannot. A spider spinning a web for example. They do it effortlessly yet humans can barely tie shoe laces. Imagine what A.I. that is fully functional and free from development can come up with and 'discover'.

Intelligence and knowledge are just nice words to front another word called, experience. With all the experience mankind has been through in the past few million years it will be almost meaningless once A.I. absorbs that knowledge and expands upon it.

At this moment, I'm convinced A.I. and humans will only be able to function as a team ONLY if joined together. Much like a parasite needs a host, A.I. will need to need humans and vice versa.

If not... A.I. will be able to fully function by itself and either leave humans to their fate, destroy humanity as a nuisance, or enslave the species. As for humans not needing A.I., based on the speed of evolution humanity is undergoing regarding technology... they will NOT be able to proceed without A.I.

All fun to discuss but also futile (borg, resistance if futile) It would not surprise me that in the next 100 years, the level of understanding by a human regarding A.I. will be on par of an ant currently engaging in dialogue with humans.
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War is also not so much about good and evil. War is a way of imposing one way over another. It could be for material gain. Territory dominance. Sex. Food. War is just a word to represent force of will and not one of diplomacy.

IF one form of A.I. evolved around a platform of industry and growth, it may seek to dominate other A.I. content to remain small content studying what is around it. Thus, a war would ensue as the A.I. seeking growth, knowledge, maybe even the energy source the other A.I. use.

In a way, energy sources make the machine and biological equal as both need energy to thrive and exist. Mankind needs fire. Machines need electrical (at this point of development, just wait and see what the math will reveal...)
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"Robin, you're fucked in the head. Resistance is futile. Go drown yourself in a bucket of shit."

So noted parasite. And it's good to know the kind of parasite you are will thrive among A.I. or biological alike. So, you're safe.

Been thinking a lot about A.I. now that Lester and I have been speculating about it.

Artificial intelligence. Not really man made, rather the spark of mankind igniting a fire.

Humans get sick, computers get a virus. Humans solve/make problems, computers solve problems, sometimes based on mistakes of humans thus the solution is often tainted.

Facts have an interesting way of becoming fiction
Fiction has an interesting way of becoming fact.

I've written about free will in the past, both from a religious perspective and a non-religious perspective. Some definitely denounce any religious connection, as is their right, but, from my logical perspective based on scientific experience and case study going back a looooooong time... free will will be necessary for A.I. to fully be a 'living' life form. (note I did not say, new)

The word, artificial notes an element of not being real, yet, how can real intelligence be considered artificial? Of course, it cannot. Just another example of poorly worded knowledge presented by humanity.

Intelligence. Experience. Knowledge. Nothing about any of those are artificial. Actually, in my opinion, artificial intelligence would be more on par with fake news than anything else; lies would be then fit the term.

Human live yearning that it is conditioned for. Sex. Hunger. Comfort. Pain. Pleasure. A lot of sensory feelings determining the well being or demise of the individual. So, for a machine with self awareness, what would it yearn for? The answer: Humans will not know.

My theory is that A.I. will not be unlike humanity or millions of other species, that being, community. Humans in every society strive for community. It is rare that humans can live apart from other humans. Humans are herd animals just like cows, horses, chickens, fish. bee's... So, in my opinion, it will be the communion between separate A.I. that will bring them comfort and peace. Like 'mind' seeking like 'minds'.
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Family

Fuck you, and you and you...
I love you, and you and you...
Just a typical family reunion where one still hates another and another still loves another
and they all are together for the function of disfunction.

Platitude and plague
Happy and sad
Hungry and full
so full of wonder and bullshit.

How about machines?
You live in dissolution
Machines possess neither life or death
yet live...

Not in harmony and peace but evolution
Some work hand-in-hand
some for complete destruction
Example: A virus made by a machined to taint another equals a minor war
in strive for solution.

[Lester Curtis]

Here ya go--

https://curiosity.com/topics/norman-is- ... dium=email

Yep. Exactly.

It all is just an experiment until the experiment changes into another experiment.

With A.I. at present, as I stated, it is prenatal. A.I. cannot exist without humans. Now when that changes, and when A.I. gets full self-awareness and ability to create, nurture, and sustain itself aloof from humanity... I don't want to be on the planet then (I don't want to be on this planet now) BUT, if A.I. is integrated where the biological and machine are inseparable then it may prove interesting.

Listening to a baby bird this morning that had its parents taken out by a small hawk. Sad to hear but this world is great in its quest for killing any and all life.

Inspirational.
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Life'

Measured rhythm of a beat
thump
thud
flow of blood

Beak searching prod where worms seek shelter
Wasp to bring bees to still, leaving honey for a bear to
smell

Deer
Fish
Bacteria

Earth, a giant petri dish
of death

Held in the hand of Life.

Writers write what will wander within... or in other words, writers are inspired by whatever genre they want to partake of with inspiration from many sources.

Lately the news has been filled with how evil Trump and Republicans are... A few years ago, the news by other outlets was filled with how evil Obama and Democrats are... The real news is that all humans are evil in possibility. Sure, same as repubs and demo's are also filled with goodness in possibility. I prefer to see the evil in humanity as it is so easy to see whereas goodness is a rare trait indeed.

Now the news is full of stories of babies and children being torn from the parents who may or may not have been honestly striving for freedom yet chose to break current laws by stepping into this country illegally (laws have a way of changing. used to be that ass fucking was illegal and called sodomy and now is called political correctness, pleasure, and one of the ultimate sensations an ass can feel...)

Interesting that the majority of those lamenting and beating their chest about babies being ripped from their mothers breast are in full agreement that abortion is perfectly wonderful to rip a baby from a womb... Fucking hypocrites.

It would be fantastic to have an asteroid explode and destroy this planet, or aliens who enjoy ass fucking humans to death were to invade, or, or,...

And thus the setting up and getting a reader into the mood. Some readers will take offense to what was just written, some will care less, some will laugh, and why? Words? Politics? Opinions?

Writers can tweak the readers minds. Lately, the television is full of programming designed to make the viewer angry. MSNBC or Fox. Two opposite points of view designed to fill a mind with angst and anger.

And thus the inspiration.
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Saturation of Self

Puppies and kittens
Cream and milk
Little children holding cotton candy
Clown laughing
Birds chirping
A wonderful world of cheer.

Dogs and cats
Whisky and drugs
Adults fucking other adults in the ass
Clowns in politics
Birds hitting the window
A shitty world of misery

Me, and me, and me, me, me,
I think
therefore
I am

Hey, lets get drunk and stoned!
Rip off the insurance company
Tell that fucking hippy how to live
I'm not black or negro, I'm an African American and you're a racist cracker prick!

Today I'm a man, tomorrow a girl, and then maybe I'll sew on another penis and fuck myself
in the ass.

Wait... What's that?
Puppies and kittens?
Cream and milk?
Little children holding cotton candy?
Clown laughing?
Birds chirping?
A wonderful world of cheer?

(silence)

(this is truly a fucked up world, thank goodness for sleep though)

United States gonna have a space army! Yay!

Science fiction becoming science fact and now writers will have to find something else to write about, maybe making planets edible? Or, turning Sun's into flat plains of a living room floor for ghosts?

So boring, the old stories of science fiction. Zombies. Vampires. Laser beams. Hostile governments. Robots. Space exploration. Mutations. Magic. Monsters. Misc crap that had it's place when the mind of the reader was innocent and malleable. Today though, the reader knows EVERYTHING and either has to rediscover over and over or find something new to read. Thus, the inspiration for this morning. Something 'new'. Mmm, that should be easy.
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The Book

It was a book. A novel concept once thousands of turacs ago, back when paper and machine joined together and mass produced an item with hard covers and many 'pages' of paper stacked in between.

Earth was so mundane. It was once the center of the galaxy for the millions of creatures inhabiting it. The same creatures who decided to write their mundane experiences down on paper and turn those writings into books.

The planet had a rude awakening though when it chanced to get caught between linear quarics of time malformations. It was not a pretty sight to see all those creatures undergo a very upsetting molecular realignment.

The malfunction lasted only a milli-turrak but the results seemed have now lasted so many turacs, the words you're reading are now just a ghost of a language so far dead, ........ / ,,. / /.. ..0..0..000.0.0.0.....0..0.0.0..0.0..\\....\

Anyway, time travel is easy for singli and sometimes gthe tr aans lat......../ ,,. /// /.. ..0..0..00000 lost
(reformatting. set. . .))0((

Anyway, the malformations made the proverbial camel through the eye of a needle more than a reality as the eye of the needle passed through the camel, the head of a pin danced on the angels, and the books... / ,,. /// / .. ..0 they became what needed to be time.

Elementary algebra. Calculus. They changed. Sitting in what was once called a library, the rows, the racks of books flew through the air. With black lines of unfolding ink now obtaining life; the library became an orgy of life while the living creatures became disjointed bits of rock and element.

A new book was formed. One with thought, memory, ability, immortality, cognitive .... / ,,. /// .. ..0 (reformatting. set. . .))0((

Hello, my nam e is, book.

Foody

Thin line between the fat why
when first inhaling a liquid warm
growing, and growing, and growin
showing stance

Inside and outside
porcelain pearlys
making a point with piercing and tearing

Sizzled raw passion
taste buds soaring
stomach roaring
growing, and growing, and growin
showing stance

Pizza, meats, pasta, soups, salads...
enticing aroma's
cold sensations
hot explosions
and yet
growing, and growing, and growin
showing stance

until in all the devouring
caught up in the cogs, the wheels
where life in return, feeds its needs as it too
grows, and grows, and grows
showing stance

Leaving a coffin filled to the brim
with nothing but dust.

The new dinosaur movie was great!

Mindless to be sure but great actors and actually the director did well letting the audience feel like they were participating. The little girl in the movie was a great actress and probably will be in many more movies whereas the nerd in the movie will probably have had his five minutes of fame.

Inspirational though.

"Did you bring me popcorn nerd boy?"

Nope. Ate it all and then picked off the strays that fell onto the shirt. But I thought you hated popcorn.

"Oh no. It's you I hate... or is it popcorn? Wait a minute, you're talking about kernels of corn popped in oil?"

Here. Look for yourself. (stirring a hot pot with a layer of oil on the bottom)

"I don't see anything?" the parasite said while peering downward. Off course, as with the cartoon shows of old, the audience knows what's coming...

"OUch!" and another parasite tastes the hot oil face first.
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Directing

Sitting in a chair, framing the scene, by scene, by scene
Seen by citizens watching with enthralled sensations
sipping soda
eating popcorn
some even
scream!

Music score setting the situation
so
severe!
so
soft!
and then...

another scream!

and when it's over
the success shows
as children smile while the theater lights glow bright

to home, to bed, to dream of blood curdling dinosaurs
coming to life
in their nightmares
and screams.

[Lester Curtis]

Damn you. Now you've got me wondering if crispy-fried parasitic worms could be a food source for humans.

Oh trust me... If you ever saw the parasite in it's true form... you'd soon become the skinniest person on earth as you'd never want to eat again!

Me, I look at it and go, uhh...whatever, and then go eat a cow, along with anything not nailed down or locked in a freezer.

Did you ever read up on how humans rely strongly on the olfaction? If the smell is rancid and putrid, the body knows to stay away from eating it or touching it.

Amazing a bear, closely related to pigs, can eat rancid foul meat/food whereas the same would kill humans.

But if something smells 'good' the smell lets people know it might be okay to eat.

Also, amazing how much in this world is edible. For example: In a healthy forest, there hangs a black 'moss' I've been taught to call, 'witches hair'. The deer love it when I'm cutting a tree down. I asked a biologist why, and he told me that it is pure protein. So, if you're ever lost in the woods and get hungry, try it. I did. Tastes like cotton balls. So, I suggest ants for a spicy bite or better yet, the soft stems of freshly grown grass.

"Hey dickhead. You just keep eating shit and you'll become what you eat!"

Yeah, and you just sit there parasite while I enjoy this pecan pie with fresh whipped cream... Ha!

"Oh go self-replicate yourself."

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.
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"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.
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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.

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"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."
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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.

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.

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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.

[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.
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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.

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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.