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.

Skipped another day.

Such a nice scent in this car…

Constipation. Again.

All right. I hope it’s done.

I’ve just weighted myself. I disposed of 1.4kg of crap. No joke.

I am still sitting here. This is real inferno guys.

I just want to die.

I don’t even know this is even fucking possible, but it feels like I am drumming out every little piece of shit amassed in weeks.

The quantity is such, it’s now piling above water level

My body has just reminded I forgot to deliver the most important task today.

I had to rush to the bathroom. It was very sudden.

Now I’m feeling pain. I am screaming.

A Torture

Utterly disappointing shit

Still constipated. I convinced myself it’s that painkiller’s fault!

Hard to make it, soft to touch.

Not exactly a riddle!

Just a little one before resting. It’s solid.

PS. My dick keeps itching. I can’t help but thinking the volatile shit coming from my shit is shitting my shitty blister. Shit.

I am stressed.

Ok, my dick is surrounded by stitches. Every time I take a shit I have to unwrap it from the bandage dressing. I slept something like a few intervals of a 20-minute-slumber, interrupted by itches, pain, boners in the whole night. As I arrived at work this morning, my bosses sent me a message saying they’re not coming before noon.

Now, the very few I can do to express my rage is to take a shit here, in the no-windowed-loo. Fine. I already finished though…

Something deep inside me says to grab these huge turds and use ‘em like chalks to write onto the studio’s white-freshly-painted walls, ‘PEOPLE=SHIT’ as many times as the length of my crap could bear before destroying. And once it happens I shall throw it vigorously onto the windows with so much strength to break them.

Right. Nice fantasy. That is why I use this blog instead.

The Rocky Tird Shit Show

Another pile of work. I mean shit at work