What if a gas giant planets emerged out of a black hole? COSMIC FARTS!

Maybe we need some scifi horror novelists in Ukrain to distract the enemy using the terrors of the future against them!

All wars lack essential weirdness.

Welcome! Come!

Just for fun lets say there is an inteligence that is not biological and is not tecknological and is smart.

In some ways I am a scientific difficulty to myself. The way i actually think on the subject may be so rational as to be confusing, so my weird life got at least 3 times weirder the night I saw a star become a black hole.

Trigger Warning: Greatest American prose.

The best thing Americans got from the political class is this:

When I was a soldier lad deep in the heaert of Ireland I was given weapons to play with. So to splice an apple in half to myself in that. Then more tricks, card tricks and clever gamee, to the beach a castle was born and in my hand a bloody sword, and I was once a lad, but now a man?

Weary of war yet?

Witness courage!

Clears the cobwebs out away!

Think peace..

We are all capable of madness, so take some deep breaths and imagine the ultimate math problem!

I think if you study the history Eastern European nations were highly at risk of being attacked within days after the initial invasion into Keiv. Then moved their target more South East rather then North East. I believe this to be a result of more military as much as anything else. Military history shows there is momentum after a successful attack that make soldiers more war crazy.

How am I different then Bill Hole? Bill seems to be very happy with the great outdoors. I am more interested in planets and moons.

My soothing intoxicating body aroma is flowing out of your computer right now!

I started a small happy cult by accident.

Earth or maybe Space?

I will save you Dimitri!

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!