What weird science do I kinda believe? I think time traveling is very real, but like in a dream I forget much about it when I wake. Concepts around time seem to want to be forgotten and leave us to some gravity pulling us downwards. So the universe wants destruction. Humans need to understand time outside of hours as all we know.

Why music so much? It has been called the language of the Gods and Goddesses. As a poet I feel a link to music and it helps me write and feel like poetry is valuable. The idea that music is in decline or being put to misuses is taken very seriously. Music can heal, but it can also harm, as in actually harm brain wave patterns. Music in a sense is the basis for culture and I could go on and on about its importance. The flame must be kept alive. This is a fact.

I am a frontier blogger who got busy with this when it first came out by google. It reqiures both a serious integrity and a light wimsical quality. Plus you learn as you go along as the internet and teck has done. It is wisdom that triumphs eventually.


 

Secrets..


 

Learning is important.


 

You cant always get what you want..


 



Best excitement ever!


 

Excitement goes up.


 

Freedom vs bonding with romantic love knots? You decide!


 

You too can be a monster.





Sweet yet not.


 

A song Bill Hole liked and still does.


 

Having me as your personal blogger will be like being in a worm hole wth lots of quantum effects.

 


Modern Masterpiece.


 

String Cheese Theory.


 


 

Ive had a long relationship with myself since ten years ago when I was confirmed to be androgynous.


 

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!