I lost a cork in yesterday’s mayhem.

A little hangovery, guess I found it. It popped out of my arse.

Just shit.
Sometimes it’s just what it is!

Pretty disappointing. I ate pizza yesterday, and I keep feeling movements inside me. That brown serpent is hiding! Bastard!

Reprise. If my toilet was firstly filled with huge columns, there now are the rubbles.

Out of metaphor, there first has been a spike attack, after a while followed by a volcano eruption.

Yes, it really feels like lava.

Fine. Breakfast required a lot of self temper, but in the end I managed to finish it before the bomb EXPLODED.

NOW I AM EXPIATING ALL MY YESTERDAY’S SINS: a kebab for lunch, three large beers and some pizza for dinner.

This session is very excruciating, and it keeps going! I guess it’s worthy of Dante’s inferno.

I can’t even have a placid breakfast…

My bowels is in turmoil

Shitting at the studio is never a good thing, there’s no window and I am fucking sweating!!!!

Basically I shit, then spend the rest of the day waiting to shit again.

Let’s start counting the minutes again!

Uh! Let me flush it first!

New spot!

I’ve never took a shit at my girlfriend’s parents’. It’s somehow cute!

It came at a high price though! First, I had a hazardous load to deliver. Second, there’s no window in here -.-‘

I guess…All’s Well That Ends Well

Disappointment in a jammy sauce

At night, in the dark. I sit on my throne reasoning, is it better to keep it inside or to let it go? If I expel it now I won’t have enough shit to expel in the morning! Many other different solutions crowded my mind.

Suddenly shit interrupted my thought. It simply got out. I guess there’s not to worry about anything in life, things will go as they have to. Finely.

Just to end this metaphoric shat neatly, a stinky, throbbing fart.

Pick a brush and damp it, now memorise its shape.

The turd I just produced totally resembles it. Even the colour is neat.

This is what I call an artist’s touch.

Had no shit today 🙁

There’s a strong link between slumber and defecation. When one goes missing for days, the other will follow.

These weeks I am piling up hours of sleep lost, consequently, shit’s not coming out as usual. In the morning it pretends there ain’t any left after a few unsatisfying drops, then in the evening it calls, waking up from its own hibernation. Since I have no way to free myself from the burden, it cumulates, looping the cycle in the morning.

Today I am going back at my climbing gym. I need it. It’ll smoothen the gap between slumber and defecation. I can be again a human. I need it.

Dull post.

I woke myself up just 3 minutes ago. I already pushed out a meatball of shit shitball. I feel drowsy. I feel useless. I feel a shitball.

This post doesn’t even have a bottom line! I hope the session will though.