That’s not the place for lament, yet pooping and sharing was more exciting when I was with my girlfriend, she was one of my greatest supporters.

What hurts most is she still is one of my greatest supporters, but she cannot stay with me.

It hurts. My shit ist duller. But I’ll keep posting. She might be proud of me when we will meet again in the future. Long distant future.

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This was the way of describing my morning shat.

This one’s utter evil.

It is really difficult to express the feeling of having kind of muscular wrestler hands stretching my bowels as strongly as they can.

Ouch. IT HUUURTS!

Sometimes I just feel like a toothpaste tube full of shit self-filling every day.

Surely enough my toilet in the morning cannot smell like a freshly brushed mouth.

Some weeks ago I started taking climbing lessons.

In the meanwhile I started going everywhere with my bicycle.

In the meanwhile I quit drinking. Cold-turkey.

In the meanwhile I easily become skin and bones.

Shitting became the most difficult things of all. There’s nothing inside meeeeee!

That’s a blog. Web page.

That is a blob. Wet rage.

I am designing something that will change the world.

It is not my shit though.

It will be the next generation of social networks. It’ll be the social shitwork!

A long tird got out.

The first bit was pretty solid.

The last one was utter cream.

Bad day, bas shit. It smells greatly though. Where greatly means I could plant stuff inside my crap and it would grow a forest.

Since I had lunch with infinite pilaf rice and an improvised veggy curry, I spent the rest of the day farting.

Until now, that I’m dropping the leftovers.

Wiping everything up toilet paper broke.

Bad right? Why am I typing on my phone then?

Wish you could see my screen now…

Ok this is weird. It feels like passion fruits are going out of me.

And indeed the pool now looks like a brown cocktail.

Exotic!

I can’t understand what life really is. I mean what is it a single man existence compared to the infinite life of the universe?

We are nothing.

We are just crap floating around, waiting to decompose, waiting to turn into someshit else.

And a single shitball erupts from me.

It is time to have some changes.

Perhaps I should try reverse-pooping.

Or maybe not.

A waterfall of crap.