What you needed to know!!!

Even adults who are not seniors grow up.

This ought to be interesting.

These angels, can they laugh if they can cry? There is no reason for angels, or lost little boys. The world sits on an axis in space held by a dish of gravity. I know the keys to the riddle that unlocks mouths to confess. And the the darkness that decends befriends nobody. Seeks each room for a piece, a puzzle to put together in the hidden bathroom on the floor, a little ruby brooch. Stare all you like, Alice is coming home!!!

You can be a character, I don't expect you to, but why not try!

Ukraine doesn't look like a vacation, but someday hopes will arrive, and hope big!!!

Through the lens of the imagination the sun really has human qualities, and smokes cigars invisible to us far away beings!😆!

Masterbaters to go back in time to meet the wackasaures dinosaur!

Swellberries are back in season. Yes! Swellberries!!! A flavor to take you to other universes within multiple copies of yourself drug free!!!

The better world quest seems tough. Yet what is a challenge with out any challenge. Who am II to say that it is impossible to go uphill?

In many ways Germany is mostly and that's about perfect.

Heads up. You might be getting less blog posts in the future.

Writing is existing, a process of understanding the role of imagination. To painted added layers of color and a hint of love, not too powerful as some potions are. Too write a world that fights for itself when humans go out of control, a darling child on the stairs of a glass cylinder, and soldiers stop to watch stars gltter and shoot light beams, hopes, and dreams.

The rust could show itself, don't let, the rust demons to be removed, cleaned out as the rain ends, reality then shines its imperfect brilliance.

America is not just a nation of dreams, it also is a place of hope. Keep the hope alive.

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!