Maybe what we need are great hair stylists in America.


Can't anything be done.


People are uneasy..

Buildings seem to sway from earth quakes

The dandy walks like a lord down the waterfront 

Birds take to the wing as being chased by a little brat.

My informant.

Success.

It is damn hard is really hard

To feel successful here

In this California

It can so easily be two places

Both heaven and hell!




Can you feel me?


I would rather people kick balls around instead..



The waking of life on earth..


Create or Destroy? You Decide!


Ending the game..




When to not get fooled!


Lord have Mercy!


This wish is for a better world.


Love vs something!


Some people pass judgment as fast as they pass gas, and that can be rapid!


Confused again!


Why do you live?


Old does't mean what you think and I read minds.


Time flies when you're having fun!


I admit that I am not this sexy, but I am working on it!


Real life!


Ready for the peace prize!!


Proof!


The fight is on!


In the future sex will be based on hopscotch and Japanese Chocolate..

We have be a bookish nerdy culture for too long in America

Our great pyramids are a testimony to Abraham Lincoln

The man who set blacks free so they could be free

As we all know economic justice is the coin we share

And all can now have better hair.


It is like a feeling inside that moves a person into honey moons. You understand?


It is with grand grandiosity that I present the curious thing!


The future will be even stranger than this..


Love and War! Getting something going!


Love has nothing to do with the absurd or the state of New York and California combined into a solid mass.


Its the glasses baby!


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!