Discharged

At the end of the day, something finally got out. Home and dry. Dry. Dry.

I’ve been sitting here for top long. Nothing NOTHING got ouuuttt. Though I feel it. It’s here!!

Pushing hard won’t help my arse expelling 🙁

Very good. I reckon this is the best way to start my two-week holiday. I just hope I won’t be starting every day in this way. 🙄

God! I am sweating! I know it’s not that much related to my statement above, but it’s just to deliver the most complete picture of the present me. Feels like I’m in hell.

Having my morning breakfast today is violently difficult. I’ve got to prevent the volcano inside me from erupting before I reach the safe space.

Gotta be fast….

…OKAY, GOTTA RUN! No time to finish these cereals.

Basically, I have been waiting until my bowels stop producing shit for some fifteen minutes.

Gotta say I kinda had it coming. I had a bbq at some friends’, I started eating at 9 PM, I stopped at 2 AM never stopped.

Now my belly hurts, and I’m embracing my biology’s will

If my brain was in my arse, it would certainly remind me to eat more fruit. 🙄

I was swiping on Instagram while taking a shit. I stumbled upon a calf with its mom’s shit on top of its head.

Okay

An open windows in front of me, the sun warming my hip, shit protruding from my arsehole.

Very very very very smooooooooooth.

I’m tempted to rub it on my cheeks

In one week I’ll be on vacation. Shitting in my toilet is nice, though I’m looking forward to knowing where will I shit during my camping holidays 😍

It’s summer, and my arse doesn’t respond as it should.

The heat dries my shit, and my soul, and my shit, and my soul sweats.

None

Beach party till dawn.

Couldn’t sleep after that.

Could shit though.

Couldn’t live now.

Who am I?

Is this a dream?