Shall I increase your value!

Perhaps a gold plated ass

On disaster planet

For the lastest gas

To be of lavender and rose smells

Or in the school of buttology

You can do wonders with your butt

Scientist's heads will spin

We will abort abort

Hello hello mission control

Hello can I say hey there

What model butt do you possess

What advanced degree is above your knees

Now you are successful!
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Zomies in Utopia!

What does the new zombie do?

Stare at electronic brains while salivating heavily with heavy drool!

Also the butt watching zombie is now here!

There are new sport zombies who will eat others just for their team!

Vegan zombies who zombie out over kale!

And the very new TV licking zombie!
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So are human's a form of moth that also chases butterflies?


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Another reaction I had:

Much of it over years and years

The applause dims

To the shouting sounds

The record is scratched and worn

Sometimes skipping
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I was looking around the internet to see how alive the creative spirit is..

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Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!