Feeling pretty harsh right now. I feel crouched by an inside pain, making me unable to live.

I go to the toilet, but only a little turdy gets out, and I keep suffering 😖

No shit!

No shit?

No shit!

Farting around the supermarket

They small very bad and they follow me. RUUN!

After a long and awesome dinner, perhaps the most delicious ever, gotta stop by for a rapid call.

A call to arms

More and more. Reprisal acts are frequent during hangover days

Yuckiness 9/10

Looooooooose

But I win.

Reek set apart.

Morning already. Too close to nighttime, too bad to be awake.

Basically still wine-drunk, my intestines being beaten and stretched by an invisible hand. Pain pervades my entire body.

Now turds piling inside the pool, they’re clearly eagerly waiting for it to be crowded, to get the party started, with me as an unintentional witness, yet very much involved.

My girlfriend still asleep, I am considering the idea it is just a bad dream, a nightmare, though it’s not. I’ve bean beaten down by my own shit. It is humiliating me.

Too much wine,

Too much pain.

Since I started recording my farts, to be then sold as NFTs, I am always alert, ready to press ‘record’ in my phone, to catch every (un)pleasing sound my arse produce, every single nuance of my farts.

Funny enough, now a turd got out, and it was silent as hell.

Wait, is actually hell a quiet place? 🤔

All day long holding my farts at work, too long too bad. Now gotta still hold it inside while commuting. It feels even worst considering the fact my farts now are worth a lot. I’m making NFTs out of every worth fart I make