My favorite creative process...

Often making a little masterpiece doesn't matter and I  am having almost too much fun writing, laughing at times, and it's like a drug, when I stop writing I feel that some magic wonderland gas is swirling around the universe.   I had given birth to a giant creativity cloud.  Overly conventional butt wipes lose their balance, fall to the ground, have convulsions, and admit they still like My Little Poney!  Happens every time!  Soon they are trying dance moves and petting cats.  It works!

Take me there...

ALICE IN EPIC LAND


By Mark Guttman and Morgan Green



On her way out Alice finds herself in a chair watching Cat Woman on boob box  land


Sadly it seems she will be there for an eternity and forever more in dream castles


Not a care to live and not a fear of death she sat as if a great man danced closer


She felt fog in her living room and a softness and peace just like fancy dreams


With an idea that all was good in a world outside with flowers and high towers


High as the clouds there giant birds like swans in the airs on lakes freedom

As her dream was swelling in her thoughts found her lost in reverie beauty

She will be your guide...


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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!