And you walk into a room after leaving one and turn around and go back then sit on a bean bag, take a long nap, wake, stare out the window, nibble on some snacks, doodle a little picture, then walk through a wall with video projections, and kiss your future ex lover on the nose.

I never learned what was impossible thanks to my parents. Yes, these parents were not joking when they spoke about my abilities. And therefore I do impossible things, sometimes ten before breakfast.

You can stab at the darkness once it reveals itself, and you understand what it is, and why, then you can do many things, reshape reality and color it beautiful.

There can be painful results to negative thinking. We are not going to be defined that way. We are the +1 people.

Currently I am feeling that the Trump administration is now at a third phase that will be these next two months. This is very important.

You will never unbox me!

Get ready: In the near future everyone can be the most beautiful woman in human history! Even guys can get a chance at it!

No more light cones?

Weird: Oddly, recent research has suggested that time may actually be an illusion. This odd idea relies on quantum ‘entanglement’, whereby the quantum states of particles are inextricably linked, no matter how far apart they are.

This blog is headed for a reset.

Trump will win the better world award again if he can do the nearly impossible: Russia Ukraine Peace Deal!

Marriage requires consent. For a marriage to be valid, both parties must give their full and free consent. Any coercion through violence, threats, or abuse renders the marriage invalid.

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!