The Omen was correct, now the pool is crowded with chilling tirds, sitting all around in a very hazy water.

Sure they are happy now, finally freed from a dark and claustrophobic place such as the intestines.

There’s a bit more coming though, I feel it. Or perhaps my anus is just a little itchy because of that spicy hamburger I had for dinner 🤔

Ominous bowels burden.

The good the bad and the ugly are inside the shell.

The good is a HUGE turd taking all the spot, nothing to say, it is the winner, the bigger, the better, the stronger

the BAD boy stays a little out, seeking revenge from the good

The UGLY is small and underdeveloped, it’s not even whole, it is split in bits, it stays behind the big one in order to seek protection.

This movie I watched inside the toilet made me start the day in a good mood.

I woke up this morning with this insane idea of falling back to sleep, but something was awake already, something prevented me from falling back into Morpheus’ arms.

There’s a bomb ticking inside me, going to explode, gotta be dropped.

Don’t know why though, I didn’t eat anything terrible, I guess it is just my stress negatively affecting my corporal functions.

I am sad

I have a turd still attached to my arsehole.

Oh, right, it fell.

The end.

As I thought, every bit of shit was still inside me.

Now it is outside. Having a party in the pool altogether.

The deafening sound of silence interrupted by an incisive splash. It is a shy tird in the hole! And nothing more. Everything else is just phantom crap

I’ve just felt abused by my own bowels. My arsehole was very not ready to accept anything to step through it. Nevertheless my intestines decided to go at their own pace.

I’ve been raped. Now I cry.

Eerie movements inside my intestines….

You’ve waited enough time! Meatballs are ready now! Breakfast is served!

I wouldn’t recommend ‘em though, put some sauce on it, it’ll adjust the pointy flavour.

Jokes aside, guys, my turds are perfectly shaped meatballs. Size is perfect, consistence is great… If I were selling my shit in jars, this would be one of a kind, pretty rare!

This poop is nothing great. It is one of those which stays hidden inside, sacrificing few bits to stay concealed. I only got rid of these pieces, yet still waiting for the core.

When my body has not recovered enough, and it is not yet wide awake, it cannot make the whole shit in the morning in only one session.

It often happens I finish my session wiping my arsehole with some toilet paper, I clean my butt, and I go have a day start.

So what happens is, I put my shoes on, tie my shoelaces, and my arse gives me the first call, then I am turning the key in the front door locket, and my arse gives me the second call. I don’t even wait for a third one, because I know the third one means a Turd one!

This is precisely what happened this morning, and now I am taking my reprisal shit.

It feels like I shouldn’t have woken up this morning, my arse won’t even start. I mean, there’s stuff inside, but there’s not enough energy to pull it off. And it is also way too clean…

Brisk reprisal

My eyes just want to stay shut, but my anus wants to stay broad. It has to put all the pirates outboard.

Since yesterday I had sushi, now raw fish can go back swimming in the ocean.