I wish I could shit more. My routine is chaos these days, and it fucks up my shit habits.

To be sure not to miss a good shot though, I ate a saucy kebab.

Looking forward to my next session now!

At my faculty’s closet. No toilet paper.

Guess I’ll show it my ninja skills I learned!

Still Grinding.

Yet satisfying

I thought I was going to shit much more. I ate more than I could ever thought on my yesterday’s lunch

Me and my girlfriend rented an AirB&B for the night.

I am trying to have a shit now, but what restraints me from having a shit is not my girlfriend staring at me. It is the old mother of our apartment tenant sleeping in the room beside ours

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.