It began in Asia and the Americas. No reason known as to why.

The years leading up to the violence were marked by agitated depression and gangsterism., plus homo-erotic violence.

Women were expected to be born more, but population maps would say otherwise. Perhaps the girls didn't make it far compared to the boys.

Speculation is that these boys were going to be hell on wheels.

The point is a gene mutation is no laughing matter and children were not being studied for defects.

Journals and books warned us, few knew. Something very weird was happening in parts of the world as if a mad scientist had gotten into the DNA close. Perhaps it was the fault of radiation. Fighting was going to TV and guts and glory was mostly gory.

In 2013 I called this age the end of time. Not to be mistaken for end times. Features the depraved for the first time in history. (Not the wretched, but similar) Cause: Mutation.

Where else would you rather be, than with me, famous as an interest of the famous. They say I'm not dorky, or porky the pig, I eat my grits and break all glass ceilings. I always do impossible things, but no to wedding rings, unless I can have total power over middle earth, grow big ears and become an elf.

Control freaks are still freaks who lack self control!

Since we are connected to the entire universe we are blessed a buffet of infinite food and culinary choices.

Get creative with freezing temperatures!

The war just turned into musical!

Norway has northern cold grit.

gerta thornberg norway

Your teeth both up and down need tender loving care and a surround sound theatre. Then cats to lick both ears and a free concert in an undisclosed location!!!

Canada wins war against the US and forces maple syrup upon us!

Femininist song or not? At max power!

Can someone play me the best TANK MUSIC BEST HITS.. With single: Hit me with music!

I have been praying for England, and now its working. Amazing power of prayer!

My dad knew the Waltens, which I suppose made him better than Gatspy. But who knows???

From masters of the planet they emerged as the new Bingo Lords. They straiten the tables, keep morale up and the heavenly process of five in a row.

Mystery Beauty!

Even if peace is not established the leaders must be kept aware of the possibility, the hope must remain, it needs to be an attractive option.

The tiny ticklers arrived with the dawn people spraying light and shadow at the lonely hearts club, and shattered their illusions of LOVE forever, the Memories also yet those pains soon faded and his nightmare.

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The dream machine began cranking out love letters, agony eventually won as the hand fell from his wrist, it was so dishonest.

Gerach Styles becomes the Supreme leader of Planet Nimbo by convincing the people that good things will come and their problems will begin to get less and less. He is also realistic about improving the quality of the arts and planetary relationships.

Check em out!

Nicely in control or down in control rooms.

More than real?

The joke is on whom!

Robots don't feel love.

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!