Gree is not a color.

So alice being more clever than before

Had thought she had a plan

To escape from the giant gree haired lady

Who was busy staring at her as if as if

She were the most amazing thing in

This whole wide wild world

So she began to plot and plan

With all that mattered was elsewhere

And she did not know the lay lay

Of LESS WICKED LAND

She had to find a reliable map

Or an intruction manual

Somewhere

Somewhere

Internet aaa...

A place of stalkers, abusers, molesters, manipulators?  EH!  I am just reading more about this and watching videos.  This makes me sick and grossed out and less trusting for sure.

This is what it is..

Exactly that

I know what you want

Exact so not that

Could inspire

Smores for all

Are you wanting smores

You all!

Rocky Road Guys and Gals

Carmel, fudge, wip cream

Tell me it isn't true

Apples and bannanas

Do I love you?

Chocolate cream puff

Crunchy chewy

To get me

Yummy?


Why?

She brought forth true feelings

I can not say

Is it in editing

A cut and paste

Not here not I

She has a strange vibration

As if a hidden well there

Springs in time

In melody

It is something

In the melody

That catches my liquid eyes

Through open wings of flight

Little bird still observing

Keeps the world turning

Turning.

From the soft sounds of spring


Remember butterflys

In the summer time

It is clear

As a canoe on the river

Where there is no pain

On the river

With a dash of water

It is that beautiful

Going down stream

To the beatiful sounds of spring!

After a huge blast of creativity from the last few days it may have been transformational.

I really like blogging

Clearly

And see its vaste potential

It's not so much for politics

Or even opinion

More for life itself

Blogging is one of the only

Healthy online activities I know of

Maybe nobody reads it

But at least somebody will

So it is not a social game

I do it for the love of it

And that alone

Mainly.

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!