Critters arrive...

Trash collectors come at Night

Raccoons run to the sounds,

Eating can be fun

In darkness

With a mask on!

Suddenly he had an identity,

Thanks to Orange Ooze Identity cream!!!!

Now he is really not pretending or mocking an actual person.

The lands on the edge of memory

Are wild things in hiding

Sadly succumbing to

A deep sense of empty

Warts appear suddenly

The Chicken comes to peck

What a mess over nothing!

If Einstein were alive today he would criticize our world as nihilistic and technology obsessed, but be thrilled by Cern and Space exploration.

He might be baffled by the shoot empty ups.  Also the big deal about celebs especially those with large tweaking butts.  Finally how little humanity has progressed.

The new mystery state of interest is Wyoming.

Previous States were Michigan and Washington.  I don't know why.

AFTER THE TIME

A high hugging yummy Carmel fudge bingo terrific crazy warm oil era, the suddenly Obama came to bring sanity and sand for the coolest beaches to surf upon.

Suddenly there was this interesting bald guy expressing his feelings about tulips.

And then out of nowhere another interesting bald guy showed up eating a cheese cake then suddenly  another interesting bald guy descended from the clouds with a jet pack!  It was yet another interesting day!!!

Be better not best

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!