Prepared or not!

Nothing left, but one, and a merry go round, the horse and crowned princes, going round and up to the clock tower where glass shatters as if knifes shot through, the end, the end of another time past.

When the bugle blasts and the battle roars, the sabres clash, and the dust and ash, and blood and crap, the dice are spun and it's one and one. Here is the sound of guns and the awful ways of the world.

If it is, it could be.

We aren't going there..

Being spied on?

Americas greatest erect building.

An early Christmas gift.

You can learn nothing from a puppet.

Don't let hell be on earth.

Even in San Francisco we were ready.

The warning bells have struck upon the clock tower, birds are scattered and also feather, to the finall wrecking ball, which smash the bricks ussunder.

As the steaming project zooms into focus, I sit tight under the green light, waiting as teeth tight motionless, then wheels spin, to spin with yarns, miles high of hill upon hill, cars adjust with pistons cracking loud.

Suddenly the gaggle of ducks arrive in Russia!

Wait to you meet Doctor Yes!

Turns out my favorite Billionare is interested in TIME, okay Warren here is time.. Imagine you are moving in slow motion when you aren't, that's not likely false. Human's are not the fastest animal. We may even be prone torwards moving in the dirrection of inertia and stagnation. I hope that interests you and there will be more posts for you ahead.

You thought America was weak?

A friend that I was named after survived the genocide with the help of a priest. During my life I have spoken with many priests. It is my way of saying thanks for saving him.

I want to thank America for helping, really helping. It is strange being an American, for me its been California, but also we came from Missouri.

The end could be the end.

Interesting things happening right now on the battle field, Russians shocked and so am I!

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!