I was once in a very white place and sort of became white..

So as a Jew who had this experience I can say that America and much of the world seem very unaware about the reality of hate from a majority.  The basic problem isn't a matter of reason, therefore it is weak to defend, and the results are mixed.  In other words finding a solution to racism is almost some magic that has no comprehension for me.  The behavior is so unthinkable and yet much like a virus, such as malaria or rabies.


Which way to go says he says

Yes the tall thin man listens

He thinks he knows

My brain on the platter

Food for a mad hatter

Yes said the March Hair

What color is your underwear

I had not checked

But I don't wear fruit of the loom

I don't like the bundles

Or the sweat.

I offer a look 

There was my cock

And I was totally naked

Completely and fantastically nude

That super power my friend

It's not very good

So I got myself a tan

In a tanning machine for one.


My return..yes here I am not dead.


Muscles ready. In fact this happens every day!


This day is ending and I can laugh again..


The soul is no friend of evil.


The best.


There is much to learn before you throw your heart away.


America how I love the hope of you.


Said with a smile!


On a lighter note..
I breath the ocean air

And feel the chill upon my hair

The voices of the snakes

Are down below in tiny lakes

The clouds are close

And below are the vermin

Rats to scurry and sneak

What an odd place

What an odd space

You come to me

From beyond

And load me with love

Oh is this the answer

Another hit then

Perhaps

And then the din

Of a thousand years spins

My mind is colliding

And colors dim

Black and white TV's

And phones of color

Bright and luminous.


I know not much.


Let us believe in something, though let reason prevail.


These were the best of times and the worst as well. Welcome to my world.


How open minded are you?



I dream of a better world..



This is absurd!

You will be the death of me if you don't let me be free.


It was a very good second..


Brain washed somewhere in California..


Can't stop me so stop crying.


Without a dollar in the garden of dying flowers

A debate began over the effects of badly things

Sounds of mouths surrounded 

Big ears point up for the great words

Then mass confusion struck like lightning

Strange how good it was..

Such wild acts of love.






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!