PUBLIC RESTROOMS

i dislike men's publice restrooms with a passion.... and i'm a man!
sometimes i go in and wonder, "how could this possibly have happened?!"
there's no way some of the horrors i have witnessed are 'accidents'!

who 'accidently' misses the bowl and leaves a log of feces on the floor?! next to the bowl?!?
how can someone 'accidently' urinate on the wall behind the bowl and leave the bowl untouched?

sure, you might spill a few drops on the edge of the seat.... WIPE THEM UP!! i don't need to go into a stall and see pale yellow stains on the rim of where i've been, but no longer, contemplating setting my ass!

and let's not talk about urinals! if it didn't go down with the flush, get some t.p. and clean it...it's yours dammit! you pubic hair depositors know who i'm talking about!

i have a two-year-old daughter, and when she has to go, i'd rather take her out to a tree! i bsolutely refuse to take her when my wife's around. i assume ladies' rooms are cleaner, but i hear not always!

now that is a real mystery!

LOVE AND RAIN

The rain falls in a steady stream for two weeks.
It's inconceivable to think how many drops of life that may be.
Perhaps there is no name for that number.
Yet each drop is a source of life.
It begins a journey that cannot fail... all it must do is fall.
Fall, and let go...
No control, manuvered by wind, destination unknown.
Correction... destined to fuse to the molecular blueprint of all that lives.

We have a love-hate relationship with rain...
Love it when there's just enough...
Hate it when there's too much or too little... flood or drought
That's a narrow window of opportunity for love

How narrow is our window of opportunity for love?
How easily do we allow ourselves to fall?
How often do we risk that journey that may end in total fusion with another?
How much do we try to alter the descent?

I say throw open your window wide!
Be a torrential downpour that threatens to flood with emotion.
Fall fast.. fall reckless!
Be the source... Fuse!

Leave your umbrellas at home!