Being awakened by wild shit.

Everything’s sounds normal if you picture myself eating too much for four days in a row.

It may sound even more normal if you think I don’t usually eat much during my usual life.

Less slumber means less quality post, meaning also less energy to make proper shits

Something terrible is taking place inside me. I wish this war could ger out of my body, I wish it was inside the toilet. While writing words keep blur and overlay, I had a sever insomniac attack last night because of the active battlefield inside me. It was just in the stomach at the beginning, now it is in the intestines, it is lasting longer than anyone would want.

Long turd, short time. My eyelids are heavy as hell, I’d just need to sleep, but instead I am sitting here waiting for my body to download data. Heavy data.

Sturdy turdy

Lil’ shit, and I go for a run. Need to take back shape! And I mean, even my turds are shapeless right now! Not good!

Happy Easter. I start celebrating now, with a sour poop made of all the beer I had yesterday.

Soft and tidy, still freaking acid.

I just needed a wee… ended up doing some fresh loose shit

It is time for a new piece of shit.

To call it a ‘piece’ it’s quite inaccurate, it looks more like a mass of fresh mud stuck on your boot’s heel, pretty uniform, very blobby.

I am now engaged in my morning poop

Waking up relaxed, have breakfast while feeling already some pushy crappy, yet not hasty enough, so it gives you enough time to finish eating, and going to the bathroom at your pace. Finally shitting calmly, no constipation at all.

These are the mornings I love.