Right vs Wrong?


To win or lose?


Lets go back to 1927 in physics..

Are we still crazy for quanta?

When it's over, sometimes it isn't!


Improvements are needed pronto.


I have a strange vision.


The Tall Thin Man

Bent his knee with a sudden jolt

You were looking somewhere

Yet now you are here with me

Perhaps over the hill

Yet here I am still

I won't be hanging no

Nor will you

Just leave your bones when you fear

For I am him

The Tall Thin Man

To you I am like a God

That is great and 

Very hard 

So see me stand tall

Watch as I reach for the sky

That is my big try

You have got to see

Me

For here is victory.



You never know!


All is good, unless it goes bad. Then it can get worse..


It's not too late.


Don't paint me wrong.


The quest is enough!


Not a witch?


Great stuff!


Poem.

Screeching sounds from falling rocks

Then giant snakes dripping venom

Many black dragons breathing flame

Thick smoke for miles around

I stare and a flower

And melt.



The strong are tough an that's not easy..


Different!


This is perfect!


Enchanted.


Ready for me yet.


Best to be right up there yelling..

I suspect foul play in the flooding of the Gold Dust Lounge since someone has tried to sabotage the place once already.  You will be caught and thrown in jail who ever you are.




The story of my life continues..

Not going to waste my shot!


Prevailing over fire, hatred, gossip, villianry, and scum bags..


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!