We all must fart.
Fart is a work of art.
Push along the kart.
It’s really time to start.
Fart and fart,
makes you look smart.
We all must fart.
That is the art.
This goes well with music.
Preferably super Nintendo music.
That is a true work of greatness.
Personally, I might have used the word PART instead…just a bit better, not much, but a bit more, logically speaking.
What were you dealing with when you wrote this, Dan?
all beings existing by being thrown into this world besmirch at what comes out of primary effects, associated with indigenous processes.
They like to experience the feelings when these are ingested, but abhor it when , after all the pleasurable fun has been extracted, -the parts which need to be ejected, do so, with great aplomb, and distaste.
There are parts of this starving world, where excrement is processed, made palatable by removing to gooey parts and reformed to make it look, feel, smell like Hamburg. Japan was the first to introduce this now commercially viable product.
This is REALITY!
Is the above more admirable then eating animals, some comparable in intelligence to humans?
Are you experiencing internal conflict, Meno_?
Funny you should ask, existence is synominous with it.
But no. , maybe internalized conflict a better fit.
Thanks to you must know who.
and if the same question we’re to be asked, assuming a cross is not a comfortable wear, then a projective reporter, could honestly evaluate an introjected cross exam?
touché
Better?
Not to earn points, it’s not better or worse, merely an acknowledgement of tests passed.
tests all the way down, man
Down into the hole, the most complex simple thing that defines . (menonome)&/or(nomemeno)?
AI coming up in determinedly.
or, indeterminedly
Where are you located for real?
Southern Cal, LA
Sorry I asked.
No worries,
But why?
Don’t get it.
No reason. Just a hunch.
Before we start
I must impart
The sublime art
That is the fart
We cannot part
With this fine art
Just like a dart
While at Walmart
Pushing your cart
You would depart
But then does start
The shart and fart
A foot apart
Behind your cart
Your counterpart
Who is not smart
Let out that fart
That stinky shart
A new restart
For this fine art
I am, sweetheart
Therefore I fart
Just like Descartes
We write a chart
Of sharts and farts
And farts and arts
The arts of farts
Of carts and hearts
Within Walmarts
Or in Kmart
Like Bart imparts
To start the farts
Is it just me, or does it feel like Dan & Hum studied under the great one, Dr. Seuss?