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

Seems like the morning is not the best time for my arse anymore :/

After a few more turds my arse started aching.

Now I wonder, What am I doing wrong?

As I opened my eyes I noticed a huge fart was trapped inside me. I waited and waited, even had breakfast, then I sat here on my white throne, and POP, there it came.

Out! Safe and SOUND! Loyally followed by three turd folks, they all loved the dive!

Long have I been waiting for this dung to come out. Now that’s out I kinda miss it

I’m stuck sitting on the toilet. Been here for some thirty minutes. Yet no burden has left.

Still here waiting. But I got no time anymore.

Gotta bail.

Second attempt.

Oh nuggets!

New day, new week let’s see what we get.

Absolutely nothing!

Nnnoope

I haven’t given up on my dream to become a shitfluencer millionaire, so I keep shitting!

Today, a little harder than yesterday, it comes without scent at all.

I hope one day I could sell my shit to somebody

Sadly, another morning with nothing but air from my arse 🙁

Still positive on the bad shit. I repeat, it’s the naughtier in weeks.

I am crouching in pain!

Well it is official, there’s clearly something going on with my intestines, I am dying in pain even if I’ve been almost fasting for an entire week!!

Oh fuck me!

Pretty early for a piece of shit ah? Well not so much considering I woke myself up at 1:30AM…

Btw this is the naughtier shit in weeks! It’s so creamy one could use it as a gourmet sauce!

I am fucking insomniac, Some weeks ago I’ve decided a new drastic strategy, no more dinner. For insomnia is not doing much by the moment, for my shit it’s just that I have no shit to do! There’s nothing inside me!

I am empty and I feel so!

Depressed repressed