Are you feeling bad?


Best.

Dreams flow into the grotto where the grass bends fro

I once knew something and now I'm losing touch

Roots grow deep and I catch a dragon fly

Beauty lures me with it's eyes.


Why power?


Nice!


This forgotten, but recent war.


Full balloons..


What do you bet on the most?


History never repeats.


Civil or not?

When is humanity?

Man in his discontented unholiness.


My life in San Fransisco, plus hot disagreements over vegetables.

Where roast chicken happens.

This is unreal cheese cake.


Let the planets begin!


Nothing sexy here!


Raw or not!


When cold returns.


Full circles.

I don't know where I'm going to 

but chances are I'm better

Better than you

You and your false rage

The phony shit you do

The smell of it all

I don't know you at all

Chances are I won't stop

This show won't halt

So get used to me

Not saying yes

I don't belong to you

I don't even belong to myself.

Get over it.

Distractions don't always distract.



Who's your mama?


You think she's yours, but I can assure you, you are under a spell.


So I wandered lonely.


Every day criminals..


Project deep spin to somewhere unknown..


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!