The muse slips in and out of time!

She has a sparkle in her eyes!

It flits and flirts her wit!

Rain falls and desire!

Bright boy with fig!

Apart not!

Lit!

The swine had a fat time!

Enlarging is what they want to do

Poor Napoleon!!!!

Confused!

What would a Bernie Sanders Presidency be like?

Sanders win of Michigan is totally unexpected.

It took my breath away, as Clinton had a double digit lead there.  Now I must go back to the drawing board.  Egad.  Now I support all democrats.  The republicans themselves have admitted their party is broken.  Seriously.

My thoughts on social media!

I tend to be cautious about technology or sometimes very curious.  I go into it with my own philosophy also.  I think there is the troll-malice net and the dead-rut net.  I try to rule those out!

The dream of three is a small fast fish...

It tends to evade grasp as counterintuitive piranha's and catfish!

This is where its at!

I can only promise stellar action

Get your laziness of lax alternatives

Are you not sick of something

As the beautiful gleams nearby

Go hence my favorite gal and guy

Seek the love within thine eye!

Can we kiss she said to you..

As she outstretched her quivering lips

Uh,

You were not sure how ready you felt

And if this was the time for love

But here she comes!!!!!!!

Her glowing red dress

With pink ribbons

Big eyes

Oh my.

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!