We can be internet buddies!


I hope this make you feel all tingly!

Mostly I drift like a drifter, yet I am the most solid stones, my head is an ocean, like drift wood then polished from the fires and the fast currents, I hold myself in times of trouble and ask a world to try to come closer together, having hope, it makes no sense, yet I do.

You can eat power, but it can eat you.


Forget the flowers..


What can money buy?


If money were not an object I would be money.


I will soon be an old tree.


Stranger things.


Rejection is hard to take!


Love me or hate me? It's the internet!


Time to wake up!


If you listen to your heart your ears might change.


You were just sleeping..


Relax and then chill out.


So not to be interested in this or anything

I suppose you can instantly forget all things

Drift my fans into the silent sea and be happy.


Here I am blowing everyone away, plus it turns out that the Butt Trick really happened with success!


And so it ends where it begins..


Golly things are growing out of my ears. Wow!


The result was perfect behavior.


Just want an easy life!


Thanks to the Eagles.


Freedom from the storms..

Drinking their speed into emptiness

And there was a black hole in my mind

Thinking of days past away in time

Sipping in the light of darkness

That thanks would be watery

Perhaps with tears salt and 

Live seals happy happy

So that life sings 

The harp.






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!