I know it doesn't look good, but you aren't looking hard enough, as to what is under my shoe, that I threw out the window, and is now chewed up by my cocker spaniel.


I put the device in the microwave and then..


NOW THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE!




Lost inside a room full of plastic, must I be in this? Must there be the door, the chance of never returning?!


And the great lion lifts itself onto the high hill and roars, perhaps you hear nothing now, only rumbles, new sensations, pardon me but it is getting late.


I watch the world go round and the play makes music all around are flowers and jesters yet there is solitude amidst the wacky world.


It has been so long since 2004 and the world then, but I still wish upon that star.


We men are tired of it, yea we are great, and we are men, or something like that, definitly grown from children, still eat my wheaties.


It is in bravery that we change or change will do it anyway. To expect that a world can ease the pain. As if one shot of something is a healing gun. Riding backwards if not some fun.


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!