Thursday, 5 March 2020 | 08:50 PM

Never went home since this morning. Lunch with at 3PM with a chicken thigh, now I’m starving.

But first!!! Let’s clog my favourite ramen restaurant with some shit!!

Thursday, 5 March 2020 | 09:43 AM

An interrogative mark just formed on the slope of my toilet. It’s obviously made of shit. Two tirds: one for the point, one for the bendy line.

Though it just disappeared, it existed for a while. I can’t ignore it.

Was it a proof for God existence?

Was it ?

Thursday, 5 March 2020 | 12:38 AM

Why have I stop shitting? Even now That I am trying nothing happens!

But after 5 minutes of struggling a stone drops.

Tuesday, 3 March 2020 | 01:27 AM

I‘ve had no shit for nearly two days. That’s odd.

Wouldn’t it be ‘cos of the fact I deprived my diet of anything containing gluten for the last three days? Dunno. I feel so lighter these days of my life though!

If shitting a bitt less it’s the only aftermath, well, I think I might cope with that!

In the meanwhile… I just had a single-tird shat. Lone dry droplets resembling brown nuggets – how precious!

Sunday, 1 March 2020 | 07:06 PM

It’s kind of amazing I still got something to shit today

Sunday, 1 March 2020 | 02:36 PM

Bowels after an infusion goes coo-coo.

Sunday, 1 March 2020 | 12:58 PM

Eternal shitshine of a stainless toilet

Saturday, 29 February 2020 | 10:18 AM

In a very small pond there once was a little snake, the little snake was a she, and it just turned child-bearing. No one knows how did the little snake fell into the cold small pond, and yet she was unlucky, she couldn’t get out. For not breathing she died in there.

Years after years passed by, and the little snake disappeared, decomposed. No one remembers it, so she simply stop existing. All that remains of her was a white egg. A perfect-sphere-shaped egg.

After so many years that little cold pond had become a wide big lake. Freezing, misty, eerie, that lake was. The egg hatched, and the cold spirit of the lake had risen.

Some say every men who swims at night in the cold cold lake just die. Some say a huge monster lives in the cold lake. Some say there’s a Mythical pre-historical creature protecting the lake.

Nobody knows the truth. The only thing I know is I definitely beat my record. I shat a tird longer than the Loch Ness Monstress!

Friday, 28 February 2020 | 07:45 PM

Let this weekend begin. Which for me just means another week’s coming.

But here’s an happy fact: I just developed an app which let you send pictures of your shat to another random user using the app.

Just kidding! Still, an idea is an idea…

Friday, 28 February 2020 | 08:18 AM

Every morning, I sit, I linger for a while, fidgeting, reading, writing crap on the net.

Feels like be sitting in a waiting room. I mean, nothing wrong about it, it’s fine! I perceptively feel once it gets to my turn. Only a bit awkward if the waiting room is plenty of people waiting for the same turn.

Picture it.

Friday, 28 February 2020 | 01:30 AM

This shit’s acid.

I mean it’s really rancid, smelling bad. Its fetid. Bad. Very bad.

Can’t be that-poached-egg-I-had-for-dinner‘s fault. I mean…. It was simply perfect. Never before I had achieved this level. Simply neat!

Thursday, 27 February 2020 | 07:34 PM

As hours pass by,

Your anus as tight,

Crap piles high

And you can’t make it right

Eventually I shat a spike.

Thursday, 27 February 2020 | 07:21 AM

Hell! Since I quitted running – for working way too much – I don’t shit every morning anymore.

I’m a broken swiss-made watch no one can fix.

Wednesday, 26 February 2020 | 07:15 PM

Rushing all day so much, my anus’ tight as fuck. And I need a shit.

Wednesday, 26 February 2020 | 07:22 AM

Dull. That’s what I am defining my shit today.