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In case of emergency flush your toilet and put all your bad fun thoughts into the water and then flush twice if needed then apply mint soap to the rim of the toilet and then apply a power too to the drain pipe while doing kitran
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So the eyes

Looking out to the horizon

Waves rippling from afar

Twinkling in sapphire

The wind takes me

It is a genie

Come to free me

In the silence I rise

Birds take flight

I am flashing with coconuts

Songs bounce along

The ropes undone

Taking nothing for nothing

It has a nice ring

Ivy runs through avenues

Hands envelope attitudes

Secrets saying elude

First splash in radiance

Tries the gloves of patience

Raving about Ravens

Trying to say hello.
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The information economy is just one of the new changes in America.

We as a nation seem to be getting a bit gutsy and I fear that the consequences is that product capitalism will decline so much that our main products will be fancy yoga and fancy hair cuts.  Definitely not a formula for a great nation, but a nation with great hair cuts and flexible joints.
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Imagine a cloud

The thoughts of you

The gardens expand

Many new buds

Love is remembered

In the other world

Eyes light up

Fresh in strange violence

Dice in quicksand roll one's

The emotions fired correction

People were not pretending

And the stage moved suddenly

I could see the landscape

Nature was winning
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I'm moved

It was a very moving experience

The way she moved me

Like a jog

Or a bee bee gun

Through the solar plexus


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Look out your window

Put on your lip gloss

Send me some moon beams

Life is good

Good for many somethings

It's understood

When my ankles hurt.
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I wsh you a magical day and a dreamy night.


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Our home is the world

And what a better place

To live to be real

Hope smiles from the sky

Feelings and meaning

The actual season

For boats floating

I see the white flag grow

As pride is mostly air

I can do this

And I can do that

Together much is possible

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The wolf leaps gracefully

It is history

With time healing



The most fantastic feeling

The benefits of dreaming

A star is born again.
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People lose their way for a reason.


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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!