This morning I am very little inspired by my toilet. Just looking at these three little tirds, and I simply feel like it was not satisfying at all. Uhm… okay…

Speedy shit before the concert

Fresh roots

Ok I was waiting for this BIIIIIG SHIIIIT to come. It was huge. Plenty sarisfying. Lol

Ok

Back home, some four thousand hours of sleep needed to recover, but none used.

Back to my toilet, some 50pound of shit is now clogging my toilet.

That was fast.

I don’t really know how to put it, but now I am sitting in this dimly lighted toilet, the floor has green tiles, and I’ve just downloaded everything pending inside my bowels. So freeeeeeeeeiiiiiinggg!

Btw I fucking need some fresh fruit and fiber, in the hustle and bustle of this weekend I barely ate anything close to healty.

My anus is indeed worried…

Now I finally earned a free moment to reconnect to my inner soul.

Peace within me. Turds extruding like madness. Rest. Calm.

Now my day can continue…

I spent yesterday walking all day long to complete tasks all around a place I’ve never seen before. Everything is so fast ai had to skip my shit today.

I am burdened.

A three-day visiting work-stuff in a new town. Been put in a house with random people I’ve never mer before. First things first guys: I need a bathroom in the morning, otherwise I’ll just go have a shit in the wilderness.

This morning I’ve been lucky enough to take a shit inside a windowless toilet. I’ll just wait for tomorrow and the day after before celebrating..

Another reprisal shit. This time it resembles brains.

I mean it! Have you ever seen those brain in jars, with liquid to preserve it? Totally the same here!

Reprisal shit.

This one has a very greasy smell, kind of synesthetic right?

I had a spicy pepperoni pizza for dinner, Salami in it is very greasy, dense. That is what this thin smell feels like. It’s kind of wholesome…

Deadly serpents

Gloomy spirals

Evil stones

These are the kind of rarity I produce right now

After a whole month not drinking alchool, yesterday I had a couple of beers. They were GREAT, I enjoyed every single sip. I went to sleep kinda early, then here I am, sitting on my toilet in the morning. There’s shit thrashing out of my hole, feeling like there’s a few more every single turd gets out.

How is this beer-related? I just feel it. There’s more to come, but it doesn’t seem to be developed yet

Anxiety and stress alter our body’s most basic instincts. Our stress comes from our so-frenetic life we live, so modern, hustle and bustle, running to pur jobs, making this and that. That is so sad. We’re not born for that. That doesn’t let us appreciate our mist basic needs.

We are born for pleasure, we are born to take shits in the wild, wiping up with bark, dangling around our turds and throwing it off some cliff. This different present makes me sad. We shall be more animals and less… stupid. We shall die in our 30s happiest men ever, we shan’t survive 80s in so much pain.

And that’s what anxiety constipation makes me think.

A quick drop after twelve hours of pause. Such a clockwork bowels!

Nice, very nice!

Now, what makes it longer than expected is sluckiness. It stained my arse so much I now have to clean myself thoroughly