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.

It’s getting harder and harder to shit and I am not even 50.

Guess it’s time for my invention. A tool that lets you grab the shit hidden within you.

It shall be named, the shy-tirder.

Sometimes it takes longer to wipe it than to make it.

I feel like I should sleep for two days non-stop. This morning I had to leave too early I had no time to sleep more. Had none even for a quick shit.

This is the time to recover. I am taking the day off. First this shit. Then I guess I’m going to sleep for the rest of the day.

Can’t sleep finely without downloading some rubbish

I guess there was something missing.

Btw. I feel still excited to have shitted in the water. It is very cool. It’s like having a tale for some seconds.

Finally at the beach.

Finally at the beach.

I mean, Finally I could shit in the sea. I missed it 😔

Afterward the turds kept floating for a while, thus the waves brought them apart…

Gliding. Stretching for my arse.

Round 2. Post-work disruption.

BOMBS AWAY!

Not sure what to say, because I slept just for three hours, my belly is still bloated by alcohol, and I am sitting on the wc with my eyes closed.

Truly nothing exciting about it.

I have just tried to do something pretty difficult for me, that is waking up and going immediately to the bathroom to have a shit.

I have rarely succeeded at that. I need some breakfast to activate my body. Well, it worked!

It is getting hard to accept. I cannot have a proper shit. I haven’t in weeks. There’s something wrong. Everything is lost. I don’t know what to do. I keep writing. I keep note.

When will it end though?

These turds are not worth a king such as me!

The King of shit is depressed.

Preluded with some fresh air, here comes the fun.

Funny arse, these days.