Flaming meatball shitball

After a long struggle, I am finally able to have some shit. It’s not much, but it is what it is!

Mark D+

Third day without alcohol. My shit it’s starting to feel healthier.

And duller

But also creamier!

Lost in toughts mud

It’s sort of the only joy of today. A brown nugget out of me.

Will it be a metaphor of all of my pains and anxieties? Expelled in the form of shit.

This morning feels so jazzy…

Everything around is still dressed in dark, only a thread of golden light filters through the window, it’s dawn. Summer feels gone, my feet on the pale tiles starting getting cold. Sure enough, this jazz album I am listening to gives it all more sense.

Inside this bucolic picture, I am sitting here, on the white marble, no brown whatsoever seems to be ready to get out, it seems like she doesn’t like such romantic atmospheres. Such a shame, I was thinking of bringing her to Paris…

I have been waiting the whole day for this.

My bosses are finally out. I can SQUEEZE MY SHIT OUUUUUUT!

GET OUT LITTLE PIECES OF MUD!

My day has been pretty harsh today, until now. X

My week begins badly.

Still looking forward to the day I’d be able to share scents

I ate toooo much for the whole week, now my bowels rebel.

When I drink too much beer I shit a lot.

Basic science.

Every time I also feel regretful, and apologetic with my arse.

Forgive me God for I have sinned. God is my Arse’s name.