Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

Famous people now long past dead
Epitaphs, dates; history of past days

William Shakespeare, Hitler, Bob, Ming...

Oh, the poetry Sapho's wrote, the tributes to Zeus

Plato and forgotten cities buried beneath the waves

So many so famous and so many without names

Why, just today, some new famous people were born into a world taking their first breath
while so many names are coming, it is almost beyond belief...

One over there, and another over there
and there
and there
and there...

So the question: If you could read forever the writings of all those famous people
or choose to eat tasty cheese sitting in front of you
which would it be?

For me
I definitely and always will choose
the cheese.

[Lester Curtis]

Lucky me; I'm not compelled to choose between the reading or the cheese--I can do both, in whatever proportions I decide for myself.

And the cheese is tasty and not nasty--one letter making all the difference, as if comparing whipped cream to smegma.

And some people seek out nasty cheeses. There's one that's served infested with little maggots that can jump as far as six inches. Maybe the liveliness of the worms is an indicator of quality; nonetheless, some humans are pursuing at least one food item whose consumption warrants the use of safety glasses.

And why has this worm, which lives inside a block of cheese, evolved the ability to fling itself around with such vigor?

I read about that cheese served in Sweden at the museum for nasty food. (Read it at that site you pointed out. A lot of good reads on that one) Bet the worm tastes good...

Now NASTY cheese is indeed TASTY. The funkier and stinkier, the better. Of course this opinion comes from one who also loves cheese in a can, American processed, and Valveeta...

A lot of people, to include writers, don't know what smegma is and sadly, I'm not one of those. Heard the meaning years ago along with a word, felching... A paramedic from California told me a lot about the habits and words of some strange folks.

Just before this site I was perusing the news and found the following: Teens are now getting drunk on boiled tampon juice

Kids these days will try just about anything to catch a buzz, from “boofing” beer to vaping vodka. Their latest cheap thrill? Feminine hygiene products.

Teenagers in Indonesia are collecting menstrual pads and tampons — often of the used variety — and boiling them, allowing the mixture to cool and then imbibing the resulting liquid.

Police have already arrested several minors caught making this menstrual-pad moonshine.

Now, I have a pretty evolved ability to use a vivid imagination, but... YUCK!

All generations of human youth strive to be 'different'. Sniffing modeling glue, tipping over cows, toilet paper on trees, and even now; consuming detergent pods. But mentrual pads and tampon consumption? YUCK! x a trillion.

Inspiring though.

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"Don't put that in your mouth!"
"Drop it!"
"No!"
Words of a concerned parent.

Children know better though
They know they have hands
They have feet and mobility
and they have need.

They need to discover their world
To form the tastes they'll need,
so dog shit or dirt
candy or soap
no one can stop them
except for vomiting, coma, sickness
or
death.

[TaoPhoenix]

Well, I had a big reply, but something ate it.

Best I can do is send something to the Parasite, Had to do with Guatamaland Dining times, "Looks Like Chicken and Tastes like Beef".

When you are at your utter cognitive limits, best you can do is Grasp at stuff.

"I got a big reply for ya, heehee, and it looks like chicken and tastes like beef!"

Okay parasite, that's enough.

"But, but, but, charcoal beak wants to Grasp something and so I'm just responding in my natural-instinct kinda way. What's wrong with that?"

Well, that's between you and Tao, but be warned, a Phoenix can have pretty sharp claws.

"Nah, that's okay. Just got back from Sunbathing on Mercury. My skin is tougher than diamonds... but it does indeed look like squab and tastes like Angolian foo-foo fish!:"

Sigh... Whatever parasite, whatever.
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Hand to fit the Sky
Contrail of chance and wear
looking down like looking up

Pink of nail flashing
tracing cuticle of belief
while children splash and dance

Last of days the piece fell
but those are for those other days
today
today, a cloud of smoke blanketed to stable hearth and home

Could you smell?
Rich
Pungent
Serene

First a Hawk showed Pride
Followed secrets of the Owls glide
and so many with so many
needs

A Drum spoke with bass
toes anchored to core
with hands along for the ride
indeed
and there
there
and there again...

It was a good day.

beneath the bark flows a river
felt
seen
tasted waters of
life

unlike the world of light
to flow in darkness high to the tips of wind swept branches
dropping to rooted glow far beneath a world of footed creatures'

thankfully, it truly does exist
as shaking leaf runs full cycle
entombed in my world.

Black Friday

Surely a racist comment? But, none-the-less, a fun day for buying stuff and for writers to be inspired.

A local thrift store run by Salvation Army had all green price tags at 75% off. Crazy. Purchased a small wood birdhouse/wind chime priced at .85 for .21 and lots of shirts and trousers for a total of $10.

Also, a drone with a camera and a remote and able to be run with something called a, smart phone, for $29. Said it has a zone of 350. Living on a cliff much higher than that so it will be fun to see if it crashes or if an Eagle eats it. Betting it will get a bit of both. And, if I get lucky, gonna zoom over to the neighbors house to watch him brush his teeth while wearing a pink thong, and then see if he truly has good aim with a shotgun. (oh, and for confused readers, I mean I'm wearing the pink thong... my neighbor Dan is more like the 'wear barb wire' or 'burlap sack' kinda fella...)
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Stuff

Some say stuff is bad, that material possessions are wrong
(while busy planning a riot of property harm with a cell phone)

Black Friday, a day of fun where the people seen were smiling, talking, perusing, buying, and laughing.

So many so wound up, their springs are almost breaking... what better release than to buy things priced almost nothing.

A good day though, for some used jeans, a spider shirt, birdhouse and some kind of gadget that can grind up anything

Black Friday, followed by Orange Saturday and Cyber Monday...
Many good days of stuff and probably wonderful for China and the stuff industry.

Belangent top torpal

of sessons so so simial


mort ta mil, und mick som
ba ba ballush

sounds of which sweril inside

so
ba ba ballush world, baa aab ballush

sunshine
seeping
serenely
so '
superbly
simply
satisfied

rays
ripple
rapidly
roiling
reeling
relief

such
scenery
sitting
still

Good job NASA. Another footstep in a path you'll never find an end to.
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Soul of Mars

Launched from the minds of those yearning for answers
Success in its fall
Looking at a moment and finding what they needed
a sandy soil.

A probe from nothing to the speeds so fast
and to nothing
it calls.

To dig deep beneath, searching for life
Surrounded by alien land
Rocks
More Rocks
Rocks and sand
and more...

Amazing how science can find understanding and knowledge
Answers
from and about planets and stars
yet know next to nothing
about the human soul.

Twitter
Facebook
Google
Yahoo
AT&T
Democrats
Republicans
Socialists
Communists
Independents
(all sung by a group of scantily clad female cheerleaders, ((and a few bean pole male cheerleaders))d

"T-w-i-t-t-e-r
F-a-c-e-b-o-o-k
G-o-o-g-l-e
Y-a-h-o-o
A-T-&-T"

"Democrats, Republicans, Socialists, Communists, Independents!"

The crowds go crazy listening. Some throw rocks at others in anger while some throw rocks in joy just to throw rocks.

The cheerleaders sing louder and louder and louder!

WAR!
PEACE!
WAR!

"Fuck you!"

"OH YEAH? WELL, FUCK YOU!" (an excellent exclamation using all caps...)

In the background, behind the cheerleaders and crowds.
Behind a world caught up in themselves and pride
exists a world where waters swims, air flies, and rocks dance.

In the world behind such ignorance, tree's laugh, birds play,
and i can get a fantastic
nap.

Cherry Tree Talk

Guardian of cacti to weather the sky
Behind the four stand tall
with bedded, shed, leaf to plate the frost

Whispering winds and juvenile breeze
announce
announce
announce
a moment of today

Bole of bulging growth to play the squeeze
as ropes no longer have need
as what do they say?

Just a touch is all
all is needed in reach
where buds already brag to Winter
it will soon be
Spring.

Scratch the Itch

Fiberglass shards so small they feel as large as the pane of glass window
Letting in the sensations burning bright
as the threads burrow into the skin

A shirt stored with potential, laying in the shirt bin
even after wash after wash after wash,
it itches
again

Getting used to such sensations
until
sawmilling
and then...

sawdust and sap
fiberglass
heat
sweat
and then
it really itches
again.

Sentries snap to attention
Lock-step before the Grand
Bayonets polished to reflect
blackness of heart with lightened intent

Snapped branches scattered in Winters Wind
And oh how the rocks dance...
In circle within circle, and back
again...

There, a smile, and another
Masks worn all'''
and all
again...'

A group decides for what and what will be
as the soldiers march upon the stones
a sentry
dies.

Writers come in all sizes, shapes, ages, gender(s). Always has been this way, always will be.
Today I got the pleasure of reading a bit of writing at a local elementary grade. It was a standard piece of paper written on with what appeared to be, crayon. It was signed, anonymous.

Before you go onto social media and speak bad about others, it might have been time better spent thinking about lighting yourself of fire

Now, I didn't quote it exactly, as that would have been better. But, the gist of what was written has been presented.

What I liked about the writing I saw today was that it presented a great message in a twisted way I find enjoyable.

Of course, inspirational.
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Kids Say the Darndest Things

"Toot toot," goes a childrens boot
"Did you take a cookie after I told you not to?" Nope, she did, pointing to a stranger walking by.

"Mommy, what is spawning?" a little girl asked while swimming at a pool and reading the rules
"Daddy, I left a frog in your tackle box," a little boy said with a grin.

On and on, and on again.

Raw
Powerful
Fun
and yes, embarrassment and
pain.

Thankfully the book of children is always being written
as they always are filled the darndest things.

She sat there, knowing just who she is
as snow outside melted and a man stood lost in his dreams

Rolling a snowball in the hands, and then
another
and
another

looking up, down, out and over
into another world where there is family
security
love
until

it was time to secure the cap, start the engine, and turn the wheel
thinking how amazing reality and dreams cross paths
as if just as simple as a walk in a park
while the man left carrying the tremendous bulk and weight of his world

though,
sitting there, so simple atop a red post
rested a snow ball left to watch both worlds.

"Dinky."

Say what parasite? Dinky?

"Yeah numbnuts, dinky in as the true size of your winky"

Winky? Dinky? Parasite, are you indulging in cashew nuts again?

"Nope. But I did find your stash of smoked eel! Yum!"

Uh, that's not smoked eel, that's the bucket of black mold I cleaned out of the toilet bowl in the guest room.

"Really? (silence) Oh well, tastes like smoked eel to me! Yum!"

You're a sick, sick entity parasite. That's why I like you.

"Oh goody, does that mean I can have more?

Sure thing. Sure thing. You go for it.
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Talking about liking, just read a cool poem from another man whose writing intrigues me. It was about being tired. A bit of part poetry, a bit doodling, a great use of forming/spelling words.

And so, inspiration to write a piece for those writers who are tired. Some writers get so many rejection letters from editors and book companies it is easy to get tired. Many other writers get burnt out and lose the muse to write. Getting tired is something everyone can relate too. To be tired is to be human. To be human is to try.
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Alarm clock blaring out the tuned vibration
tearing out a resting nervous system
testing the joy of sleep to the max.

Work maybe?
A college exam or high school test?
Even on vacation and you have to catch the early bus?
How about a writer? Tough enough. Typing, typing, typing, toiling, sweating, grueling... Yes indeed, tough.

Running a race to your hardest
Breathing hard; sweating; groaning, with so many muscles wanting to rest

Metal taxation maybe, working the mechanisms of search
A search for an answer for a question so hard
maybe it will result in a cure for cancer?

How about relationships?
Man/man, woman/woman, man/woman, woman/man
and then throw in religions, nations, ages, politics, heck even clothes.

Now, hate makes a person tired
so too
love

Sleep is grand but often too, leaves one tired
So, what is the answer? The solution? What can a tired person do?

Pills are not the answer, nor booze.
Less of or moderation sometimes only makes being tired worse.
Sex is cool but the success only makes for more tired
so
what is a tired person to do?

The answer is... to appreciate
Yes
Appreciation is truly the clue.

Write something shitty and everybody hates it?
Good, appreciate that you could, and did indeed, write it, and that someone actually took the time to read it.

Appreciate the love, the hate, the politics; all that makes one tired
means that you tried, you try so hard yet either in success or failure, makes you so tired.

I appreciate absolutely everything good or bad, truly, i do (and thankfully, there is pizza, chips, and other fantastic food)

and when this body surrenders and it turns to dust
there will be plenty of time then, for resting in a great
dirt nap.

zzzzzzappppp! housebound with a sprained foot.

Inspirational though, just as the ice was slick, the beams heavy

but a whoooooooole day to write

damn that foot hurts!
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With every action there is an opposite and equal reaction
though
thinking there is room for dispute.

Show kindness to a stranger who in turn shows kindness to ten people
Feed the poor with a simple cheap meal and it brings great fortune to them back

So easy to throw a rock straight up into the air without any effort
Live in a coma for the rest of your life when it comes back down and hits your head with a whack

Write simple words with ease and feel then, the weight of the world
So no, with every action there IS an action, sometimes small and hardly noticeable, sometimes so immense
overpowering the original act.

Inspired by numbers today. Yikes! Too many in the head.
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Zero percent down
or twenty?
Depends on your credit score
ie...
numbers between 1 and 800
1 means you're not only broke and poor, but dead
800 means you're an alien from Mars owning a string of banks
string meaning numbers
from one to a billion
a billion is a number the US government throws around when buying stuff by the second
and then we're back to seconds
numbers of numbers of numbers
all SO SO SO very mind fucking
numbing.

Oh, that was good! So very good!

"Whatsa matter with you now numbnuts? Little baby crying about your ankle? Serves ya right and I hope the pain goes straight up your spine via your winky and drive ya dinky."

Oh shut up parasite. I just read a couple of poems from a lady whom I find occasionally writes some good ones and man did the recent ones make me laugh! Laughter truly IS the best medicine. Laughed so hard my dog looked at me as if maybe there'd be no more cookies coming.

"Whatever. Hope you can't sleep."

That's okay parasite because remember, I don't sleep/you don't sleep AND I eat all YOUR cookies.
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Annunciation ergo trepidation
steadfast as she goes
for in full sail the mizzen bellows, full of bluff and blow.

Prow or brow
lash or nail
Dragons in search of gold, with within there glows.

Maybe something is awary, awry with chance?
or
for sure, vinegar pints the honey?
or
maybe it's just me, sitting in an ivory tower
leveled to far belief?

No matter as what matters
is
what is
inside...

Is it a glow? Maybe knowing?
Maybe nothing?

Whatever though, no matter the pain, the time, the day, night, or in between
Laughter is such a wonderful statement of dilema
that which cannot be
explained... but there are some
that understand.

[Lester Curtis]

Zero percent down
or twenty?
Depends on your credit score
ie...
numbers between 1 and 800
1 means you're not only broke and poor, but dead
800 means you're an alien from Mars owning a string of banks

Sheesh, it's not quite like that. I have a credit score over 800 and the only strings I own are attached to ukuleles (though I'm not telling what planet I'm an alien from). Real simple: pay all your bills in full and on time.

Whether or not a person can do that is situational, though, and I'm lucky; my house is paid off and it's just me and the cat here, living cheap. I have good health insurance and no student loans. Plus, I have just barely enough self-control to put off buying new toys for myself until I have the money in the account.

Sadly, though, the world is full of fools and unfortunates--with low credit scores.

Over 800? I knew it. Lester is an alien! Lester is an alien!

Good job though, most people are in hock for life. Some people think slavery is abolished but actually, finance companies are the new masters.

My credit score is actually one of the new binary-code styles. It is filed under .00013X. Nobody can understand it. Including, me.
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Rocket Man'

A good rumble to keep the need'
Squeezed in pressures so deep'
Oozing magma
Seeping lava
Orange tastes
indeed.

Not good for the eyes though, blinded by such white-hot
heat
Passions though... now therein is the clarity of ice cold.

Another good day to giggle if not outright, guffaw!

And, so very inspirational when sunlight pierces the coldness of space and time while on the ground slumbering, it brings warm memories.
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The Tree and Piano

Written to tune an illness, Walt Whitman
followed by so many other sprigs of minds
leafing out in melody
budding success
finding

Rooted strength gathered in fingers
plying beneath of veneer wooded relief
making such sweet sounds
as a soul mixes with music

Outside, the Winds whisper, sometimes banging demands
twisting tree and bush
bending yet not breaking
strength, you see, in numbers

Counting days, nights passing
oh yes indeed,
a world of trees can only inspire
humanity
to try harmony.

Some writers write in a way where some readers enjoy reading.
In movies, some actors act in a way where some people watching enjoy watching.
Ryan Reynolds playing his roles in Deadpool, are in my opinion, fantastic.
Humor. Violence. Humor. More violence... Perfect!
Inspirational as always.
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Make belief believe and cook until simmered
Serve hot or cold
Will make a world a friendlier place

and then
and then, again,
and again, and again, and then
again

because what is the greatness of reality?
one where people believe in nothing more
than a world of power, of work, of money

yes, make belief and believe
for in this
it is seen.

(so many pictures vying for priority; attention; explanation;time...)

Row after row, the marching boots go
Boulevard where Arc de Triomphe; graffiti shows
Riots long before the jack-boots came
replaced with so many years
row after row, the marching boots go

Heads sheared by drug Lords
Mexican thugs
American drugs
Asylum given to those dropping new children on new land
Death by other names

Mothers to kill a child and save a tree
Fathers to fuck and run
Children already grown even before their real growth
begins...

Global climate change
the same a world since the world began
Hot
Cold
Cold
Hot
Wet
Dry
Dry
Wet
same, same, same

Computers the new crutch of morality and gain
Technology
A.I.
handing over the key to the soul
in hope of what?
Life?

God:
A source for many beliefs
Allah.
Yahweh.
Great Spirit.
Jesus.
with Yin comes Yang
Demons
Satan
Lucifer
...
for some, the same thing
for some, nothing
for some, something

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So many.
So many minds, so much the masses
filled with hellos and goodbyes
tears and laughter

So many.
So many years collective when multiplying billions
So many centuries of history of good and bad
Wars and Creation
Study and Ignorance
So much time to bear the title: Interesting Planet

Take away the politics, the chaff of conflicting data...
Take away what does not need to be learned
and suddenly
there is a room filled with nothing
with a door wide open
waiting
waiting with patience and understanding
whereupon success
rocks will laugh and dance
trees will teach
Winds will embrace
Lions will rest with Sheep'
and the room will be filled past all
all
all
Understanding with Life
untold exploding far past Eternity

Fantastic day today. Excellent title and thought seen. People swimming until finally the pool was empty except me. Not a bad day at all indeed. And, of course, inspirational.
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Hu-man Game

Full of thoughts
so many that many thoughts slipped away
making way for chance of ways

China expends fuel to visit the darkness of a sided Moon
Russia prepares for the intimidation of war
United States practices the experiment of social change
Turkey, the lock and key
India and Pakistan, two spoiled children at play
Every country
Every human
so so so
very engaged

Alone in a sphere of bubbles
Sky above, earth below, water a world
chasing bubbles in play
until
bubbles, sky, earth, water,
gave new meaning to this earthly game.