You can rent me out for a day, perhaps more!

Entropy can overwhelm as information goes farther than natures simple light, as darkness seeks the night, our struggles to entwine, capture empty treasures for mortal memory, and dreams so ethereal become a looming possibility or nightmare.

Were the spirit to leave.

Try it out.

The game that saw the future.

Lets go to Mars with Musk!

No glitz, but something is there!

Questions and truth?

Welcome to a new reality!!!!

Then wish big.

We are photons swimming within clouds across the universe, ideas blooming with spotted blue flowers, creators of the next design, we are the runners with lightbulbs that never break, the bearer of ideas and grand ambitions, the first to cross the oceans, the tears are real, and our dreams will be told.

Growing strong every decade!!!

I wish there was a way to get you inside my head so you might encounter this strange and wonder experience. Perhaps poetry can make the invisible come to life!

My future seems to be happening in Other Lands City, a place that refuses to go out! Here I am player 1 and have figured nothing out about this mystery of this place.

In the near future?

Is this really that important that we fight?

Seems like I have done a lot for free.

I don't like fighting, I just keep complaining!! bla bla!

The tipping point could describe the Ukrainian success in the war. Also the underdog status being rather big while not a puny military was a factor. I could imagine a moment of change during the war with awful clarity. Posted by Magic V at August 06, 2022 No comments: Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest

The buzzards are coming, and hyena, and what will Moscow do?

Bill Hole got off a bus and noticed the large butts on the women in end times city. Bill Hole here! He yelled.

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!