I devlope my philosophy and politics very slowly and don't know why this is so. Perhaps having a tornado of a life makes such topics seem superficial.


 

Hello Mister Hawking's!


 

WoW


 

There are stories of mouse and rat who never actually make sense. It is completely territorial between them. Seriously Mouse thinks he can read the mind of Rat who has only mind for the pleasures and comforts of life. Mouse is obviously very neurotic and is hard to care about also. The Dynamics between them make it exciting though.

News Flash! There seems to be some light on the horizon, is it a boat I see before me? Yes it is! There is nobody on the boat, but I see some foot prints in the sand one human, the other robot.


 

It's all about cheese!


 

Never underestimate cheese!


 

Yes do we live in a ghost galaxy? I want to know! If a ghost looks at us then are we..ghosts also..and even the stars..ghosts..an echo from beyond.


 

From one universe to another.


 

What a migrane during a difficult writing experience looks like..


 

Genius forgoten.


 

Love does have power?


 

Ring of fire!


 

Tribble Dictators are Weird!


 

Could we live in a ghost universe?


 


 

With out empathy for others are we human?


 

Unsick the world.


 

Especially at no cost!


 

Living for the something!


 

Lets go live on Venus!


 

Be happy or don't be happy!


 

Nobodies perfect.


 

Dreams are nice.


 

There needs to be basic trust.


 

Obsessed about love, that beats death.


 

It is not California Milk.


 

War is a fact.


 

Humanity is forgeten in blood shed.


 

So much fighting..


 

A favorite.


 

I have a crush on her.


 

Saved.


 

Narrow path, wide mind..


 

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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!