I tell you what, you get romance, its a subject in fiction beyond the romance section. Human interactions are fascinating at this level. You open up a book and sometimes it actually has too much sexy stuff. That is exciting, but puts a hole in the head. Romance is a big umbrella and can even include the American violence we should not depend upon for entertainment. Just my opinion.n

Everything has a beginning!

She runs and says "Take me away" which is impossible, yet delusional. A panic becomes like an electrical current as she almost fades. The green baloon!!!

Who are you?

This is tense stuff!

Not too long ago!

Surprised by the spinning men and women the alien walked into the crowd undisturbed. There was some brie nearby.

Ruby has the lipps you want to kiss, you get the gold to please her, she's a charmer.

Distopia frowns on the earth with crooked lips. A fork of unusual size ruins the pork. Lightening!!!

Can you get up!

Parting is such a rocket ship!

Murder by hands!

For a moment.

New pup!

The beating heart.

Why! Oh well, here I go again, the story has a theme, when a name has two meanings, and a lie was told about a fictional character by omitting important facts. The reason for his war was home and family. He excelled at both war and family. The love for his wife and the ideal life they shared was lost. The old ways of the world were returning with thunder, he grabs his large shield. The rest is easy.

95% as pictured in my head, and the times now also, strange how my brain works!

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!