Wind blowing strong almost knocking them over!

He was holding a tree

Bark ripping in hand

Cutting his flesh

Her long hair

Slapped him fast

It felt right

So good!

And then

They saw something coming

A twisted shadow

Crossing the bight green fields

Something good and real

Pulling its tired body forwards,

Moose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!

Things were fairly good, you don't know?

And you can try to predict

A giant flashing giant tick

Yet more happens past seven

As the stairs take you somewhere

Open the big brass door

With the snoopy key

Where is she?


I have to listen

to the strangeness

tenacious growth

where is to hope

a repetitive motion

a faked confession

we bumped heads

now go forth

night wards!


It began raining tiny blue droplets from the sky?

She looked at him for some direction

"Let's put our clothes on."

How well put, put that stuff on, get on with it, then what?

"I have no idea, just problems you know, we got to go. Oh no!

LIGHTING STRIKES A TREE DOWN!


So Bill Hole and Susan both swore never to get too wild and crazy again, but their fingers were both crossed.

Fingers hidden from each other

Is this love or simply trouble!



PS: My characters are giving me a slight head ache.

There is a new problem called Duck Hatred flying around rumor has it!


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!