The Zorg is still alive.

This is fictions on peace..

Russian collapse blamed on weak vodka production and bleak bread lines.

You can't blow dry your hair with panty hose.

I don't want to hear the words "Liberal Agenda" for a long time. Not an agenda but sly scheme, or revolution attempt?

There are two kinds of truth's one makes sense, and the other doesn't. Those truths are complex and can be tested. Then they are truly true.

Mel Brooks wins THE BETTER WORLD AWARDS for endless joy and laughter.

I will bring back Mouse, but I will try to give rat poison or a rat prison for Rat. But I'm afraid Rat is up there with his big cheese and straw bed and mouse is below and busy complaining. Rat is relaxing at a beach resort in his mind.

The Tall Thin Man had begun using giant air balloons and even bought a zeplin.

My advice to Transpeople: Be less afraid, assume some progress was made, and you are a part of the human family.

The lines break, as if tooth picks, so brittle they snap, you would think its too easy, then break more, the leaves crunch at your feet, stones are kicked also.

I don't eat Cheetos, but I do eat Cheese Fish.

A Marvin Gaye album might be going out of print.

BILL HOLE IS SEEKING A JOB AT A BAKERY.

As you know I love the arts and literature is now big time!

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!