Strange how love forms by drugged out demon possessed complaining and gossiping!

I can't understand it!

I just listenef to some verbal exchanges between a cat and a baby as if they could talk to each other!

Trippy stuff!

If Donald is elected we have a right to know his thoughts on SPACE!


I am very serious about not confusing my thoughts with science,

This makes science a kind of intense lightening experience..

The framework of reality is bent and hiding

Like hitting an invisible person

Yes that is weird

Science goes deeper

Just scratch the surface of science and wham!!!

William Blake is to be given some attention on my Blogs soon!

I found his use of poetic language the best as far as telling the non poet that poetry is not to be sneezed at.

The issue of a non poet is really modern, as Ernest Hemmingway James Joyce and Thomas Hardy were living between poetry and prose. 

We forget this and the loss is noticeable.  Ha!

Get to know Lewis Carrol's influences a bit.

A fragment:

I urged "You're wasting time, you know:
     Delay will spoil the venison."
"My heart is wasted with my woe!
     There is no rest--in Venice, on
The Bridge of Sighs!" she quoted low
      From Byron and from Tennyson.

 

Though my dad is Jewish he wasn't.

My dad's side is from Tataristan and Atheist.  They are not genetically Semitic.  On a wandering four generations ago they found themselves in Hungary.  History is complex!

Jewish culture was lost in Asia due to assimilation.

Destroyed by love?

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!