It’s never a dull day when I’m writing…

Hello, writers, readers and creative thinkers. I greet you with joy and deepest appreciation for you and your gift.

It really is never a dull day or sad rainy day when I can get up and write and stretch my creative muscles. I enjoy the flow and rhythms of my mother tongue.

The delightful flavors of accented words. The placement of one high brow word in a sea of common words make my mouth water and my tongue taste the sweetness of discovery.

Rhetorical speech has it’s power and punch when needed. In poetry and the art of communicating ideas in a single compact hit. I didn’t choose to be labeled a man. I was born a spoon and so respect it.

The dialectic speech has it practical and effectiveness. A statistical analysis of a fifty plus year policy enacted in a country in the 20th century should be considered in light of the regression of IQ rates and moral degeneration in said country would be a fruitful education for the reader.

The song, of my modern life will go on. Pay no attention to the poor writer in the corner. No, I mean it. Please pay no attention to me. I’m having a party over here with my verbs and adjectives. It’s a private party I hope you understand.

L. M. Parker

The Overlord’s Devil’s hypnotic box use on ordinary people like us

Top one: Devil’s hypnotic box.

You know when I was a kid

watching Television was my favorite past time. Watching cartoons and power rangers and Roin warriors was the joy being a kid. Then it was right around 2016 I kind over it.

The pattern was continuous.

The hum

Drum

Drumming of the darkness and messages. Spells for the mind. That everybody gets addicted to. No room for light in the cassum of evil.

You want a safe space?

From what?

The world is your domain. If you want to a microphone camera to cry out to the Overlords will hand you a show on MTV.

My world is a weird version of pleasantville where everyone in the empire talks about what Orange man said on Twitter and how they felt about it. I’ve been on this rerun for four years now.

L. M. Parker

Truth and lies (a game of words)

“Truth is never mainstream and lies are always fashionable in style for the times. ” – a comedian or a man of letters.

I’ve always liked comedy and the word Smith’s of words from their ability to control the crowds and lead them down mental road map to a crash landing on a wet fart ending. That ability to take people on a ride of emotions for forty minutes to hour is a true science of word arrangement and science.

“Let what you say be simply ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ anything more than this comes from evil. – Jesus Christ

As writers all we have is the power of our words and the effectiveness in which we use them to convey truth. As a writer I have craved that ability to make my words sang loud with truth and meaning.

Lies corrupt the soul. Rhetorical speech is fun and effective. . .when it’s done to convey truth.

L. M. Parker

I’m beginning to wonder if “people of color” is the Overlords term for “dependents in need of welfare and emotional impowerment”

“People of color”

The more I hear it said the stupider it rings racist in my head. I mean, when you hear POC it’s just a catch all saying for everyone not of the common folk of humanity. You know, the mysterious white folks race. Though, in truth “white folks” is a brilliant from of brain washing.

I had to think about this.

Is the Nation of Mexico the same as the Nation people of West Africa.

Can a Mexican have the same nation and culture as the west African nation? Can Brown pride be the same as Black pride?

Endless questions. I wonder.

Nonsense. POC is a lie fit to placate us. It’s The ruling class pet name for people who are brain washed into believing they’ve been disadvantaged by God who colored they’re skin a knockoff melanin.

Pause. Take a breath.

Maybe, I’m seeing to much in POC. It could be just a nice joke politicans and wizards use on men’s minds. Food for thought.

L. M. Parker

The debt machine vs the poor writer

Working is fun when it’s for people that respect you but it pretty much sucks all round when your disrespected and there’s not much to do about it but take it.

I don’t hate working for other people I just prefer working independently.

I prefer writing for ten hours if I can manage it without a external interruption then anything else. I feel more productive and see more worth in what I create when it’s finished.

The best money I ever earned was eight dollars for one of my books at a flea market. Not enough, to pay the rent but worth the experience in memories and confidence. I can never give that up. I would work a job for the rent money but spend my off hours investing in writing down dreams from childhood memories I captured in notebooks when I day dreamed on my off hours.

I never wanted to be a poor writer but I never had the ambition to be a wall street shark.

I treasure words like a poor mad fool. I hate tiring under the sun for paper money made last Tuesday from the debt machine of children not yet born.

L. M. Parker

Why are white conservatives losers?

Is it really a surprising statement?

I like boxing. It’s one of my favorite sports in the world. It’s a sport that depends and thrives on being on the attack or positioning yourself defensively to go on the counter attack.

There is nothing exciting or thrilling about watching a fight where one combatant (conservatives) is ignorant of the fact their in a fight and are offering up a weak attack to a hungry fighter that wants to win. Am, I saying boxing is like politics? No. Politics is like a street fight. There are no rules. What little I care to know about politics from observation it’s a fight about about inches. You give one inch your rival shanks you in the face instead of the back or it’s a war about one old banshee (Democrat) convincing you into talking your daughter into having sex with her.

The one that isn’t on the attack and gives an inch is just a distraction away from being kicked in the groan and stabbed in eye with a tooth pick.

Boxing is more honest to me and I don’t like dog fight confidence games.

L. M. Parker