I am not the bride of she hulk. No way!

Now is the time to be a cat, and leave the humans with the swine herd. Just kitting!

Perhaps I'll pass with you cave people!

Are there any cave dwellers who want to teach me a new way of life?

Susan was found deep in the cave her heart full of longing to be free!

Blue fungus blobs walk about and try to absorb me. Insanity!

I can always fly to England for vacation. Anyone want to show me around?

Asking me to root for injustice is like causing cows to grow wings and fly away.

Better name for book: NIPPLES or CHEESE, You decide!

The problem with the word stench: Use the word in a sentence or write a big novel called: STENCH!

The urges that rise amount to a screaming child within the nation deprived of things besides vitamins. Have we lost the battle we might wonder. The glory for something, and lurking the monster of want is hungry.

Does America start making sense or do I need beer.

Sometimes things line up like planets, then love it, forever, wiggle to the giggle material which allows for time travel. There is nice things outside, moon full as a true friend.

Bill Hole is on a Big Boat and we shall see where it goes.

If it is okay with Isreal I would like to work on a better world between Isreal and Gaza and help. At least try to make a positive difference there.

Did the Bay Area surprise me when I returned after 20 years? At first it had a bit of Chico here. Right in Tam/Mill Valley and the youth were tripping me out. I failed to get involved with the culture, but the energy was mostly good then in 2012.

January rains are not the exception to the rule, but the cats and dogs part is rather odd!

I wonder if I should turn the Better World Project into the Better World Theory.. You decide!

Here goes!

Critics need to urinate on the object first.

Good night, hold your books tight.

Nothing wrong, but don't go drunk driving naked on an icy road.

If you get older you might find yourself feeling that you don't know much. Its absurd.

Mmmm.

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!