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Welcome to Whisker Haven, a magical land where the Palace Pets practice the beauty of kindness. So this one raises a spiral of questions, as is the case with any truly infectious rumor. I want to ask you a question. Does Donald Trump outsource pee?

Should it turn into the Trump Tower, So if King Midas peed on a building.

Why didn’t he do it himself, I’d say in case Trump wanted to piss on the Obamas’ marital bed.

Does Donald Trump have a shy bladder? Does he have a shower created from gold? They feel right, even when you know they aren’t, and so they get the force of legend. Examples include Richard Gere’s gerbil, Catherine the Great’s horse, and Taylor Swift’s immortal life as a Satanic priestess. Make sure you scratch a few comments about it in the comment box. They’re rumors so compelling that even when you realize they’re false, you stay up all night reading about parallel universes since if Mick Jagger didn’t eat a Mars Bar out of Marianne Faithfull’s crotch in our universe, therefore surely there’s some alternate reality out there, where he did? That said, wabisabi rumors are stories that are so unbelievable, they become perversely believable again.

Last night I and perhaps you I didn’t think the rumor was true. On p of this, I didn’t care if I believed it. Certainly, it was wabi sabi, perfectly imperfect, wildly lopsided, and yet, somehow, balanced enough to stand. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… I couldn’t believe it, nor could I disbelieve it. Seriously. It was the tale of Donald Trump’s Russian prostitute pee party. It was masterpiece of evocative specificity, a glorious symphony of sordid particulars. Eventually, donald Trump, a man who doth protest a big bit about corporeal disgust.

I don’t need to talk about it.

Don’t say it, it’s disgusting!

Donald Trump. Donald Trump, a ‘clean hands’ freak with golden hair, golden skin, and a golden home, paid a bunch of hookers for a golden shower. Donald Trump, who said Hillary Clinton got schlonged after taking a bathroom break during a debate. Pee. Loves. Essentially, I know where she went, he said, face screwed with distaste. No, it’s that said, this tale of TRUMP’s conduct in Moscow is so preposterous that it feels, strangely. Donald Trump, a germaphobe who brags about never hearing his wife fart, secretly orchestrated a Russianprostitute pee party? Furthermore, it’s disgusting! I’m sure it sounds familiar. In a controversial, british intelligence officer who Michelle Obama, and their mutually respectful love for each other. You see, such is the case with Donald Trump’s golden shower. Rumor appears on the second page of the document, that BuzzFeed published last night, where it’s highlighted in, um. I’m sure you heard about this. Though America spent the better part of last year cracking lewd jokes about our presidential candidates, the biggest joke of all was the product of overseas labor. In retrospect, the most surprising thing about the golden shower rumor is that we didn’t come up with it sooner.

Because of them, Wabisabi’ is the Japanese term for that which is perfect not in spite of its imperfections.

It’s a teacup whose cracks enhance its beauty, or an asymmetrical tableau that is nevertheless balanced.

They feel perfect, things that are ‘wabisabi’ are not perfect. Basically, whenever looking at them fills you with serenity wabisabi is when everything is right, including things that are wrong, they the entire. Anything can look perfect or balanced, or true if you need it to. With all that said… Obviously I’m not preparing to storm the Moscow ‘Ritz Carlton’ to investigate furnishings in the bedroom of its presidential suite.

Wheneverit gets to probable falsehoods you just can’t quit, what I mean is that noone on the left or the right, Real American or New Yorker is immune.

Today, I get it.

Donald Trump’s pee party is, in a manner of speaking, my Pizzagate. I have spent lots of time this year attempting to imagine the mind of a person who finds the Pizzagate conspiracy compelling. The big poser with ‘wabi sabi’ is that, whereas symmetry can be measured, and facts can be verified, wabi sabi is in the eye of the beholder. What really would it feel like to hear a ludicrously tawdry tale about a celebrity you despise, and be so taken with its fairytale depiction of evil that you become obsessed? As a result, you feel compelled to investigate further, to discuss it with strangers, to build websites analyzing almost any version of the story that you’ve heard, You can’t get it out of your mind. That would’ve been crazy. With that said, poor, weak Eliot Spitzer, whose vulnerability was as stark as blackish socks on the naked calves of a skinny white guy who pays for affection.

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