the Shy Tird

Some shit t start the day.

Actually, since I never slept it is the shit to stop the day.

Whatever. It is proudly liberating

A quick shit before the beach.

A rapid one right after.

No good moment is good enough without some shit

Another little shapeless one before getting to the beach

It’s not even shaped.

It’s a shit! But it is terribly smashed..

Fuck! I am constantly shittiiiiiing!

But I guess there’s more positive than negative in this

There’s brown stuff thrashing out.

What is this? Is it normal?

Lol

It is difficult to take a shit in the morning when I sleep at somebody else’s. My bowels get shy. That doesn’t mean I don’t need to shit.

Here’s the scenario, crap makes route spinning inside the bends, it almost gets to the point of no return. And here’s where the problem is. All of my arsehole muscles’ are squeezed, forming an impenetrable wall.

Crap stays there, idling. Waiting for me to bring her home.

Now I am home, the tension is released. Everything is back to normal

A dry shit who misses eating fruit

Since I’ve been eating more than an alligator does, I am taking the hugest craps ever in my life.

I mean, I wake up heavy. Heavier than an elephant. I start farting and farting and farting… step by step fart by fart, some sort of abdominal pain worsen, and as the last fart approaches, I just need a shit. I almost made it on the floor while taking my pants off!

Everything’s good now, the mount crap has been resurrected, my belly is a little lighter, my mind is less shocked.

Good Morning btw

Some more. Yet still a lot to do

My belly feels weird today. It’s like it’s always full.

Better have some shit then.

Fullness stays

As I woke up I felt like there was something weirder than usual.

Yes, I feel drowsy as hell once awake, it is difficult to walk, think, keep my eyes peeled.

This morning I was feeling even more knocked down. What is it? What?

Well, that was a massive shit, it was waiting to be deployed. It was toxic.

Now that it’s outside I feel a little better, I stare at it with a defiant look, but I keep feeling freaking drowsy, I feel high. Perhaps this crap was actually pretty toxic! The smell could confirm that…

Still a lot of crap. I took 4 kilos in one month. Still have 4kilos of shit to make

Back to bed, I didn’t have the time to properly close my eyes. A sudden need for a reprisal shit swarmed my body. Had to rush back to the loo.

There’s a meteor shower happening right now. These comets are very dangerous, fire spread rapidly inside the toilet.

Fuck! That’s explosive!! Not the sweetest awakening here.

A persistent pain demands my awakening. I don’t know if I am actually alert at the moment. I can smell that badly though, that is for sure.

I’m going to need to go back to sleep now. Arsehole stretched. Calmer

My holidays are lasting pretty long. Which is cool. Thing is I’ve been drinking every day for the last one month, and over-eating too! I feel like there’s a limit in me, but feels like I got used to it now… dunno.

My shit looks so healthy, creamy, on time, soft… well, who cares. Let’s demand everything regarding crap to my bowels…

It’s time for a good dark hard shit after the beach

Still sleepy, there’s some sort of blobby stone getting out of there. It was to meet you

Fine crap. A piece of art. Sculpture. Brown culture. Tender.

Shit shit shit more shit shit shit!

I am happy when I take a shit

The session lasted 30minutes, and that was loose

Another fucked up day, back home at 8AM, awake already at 11. Btw, what really woke me up was a spiky turd trying to kill me. I had to discharge.

The smell inside the toilet is new, I mean, very weird never having smelled something like it before! Almost touching!🥹

As the tird detaches, the day approaches

Not feeling great. I mean, my body keeps staying alive, active, real, good.

Inside there’s nothing going on right. It’s just too difficult to tell that anyhow, but I simply had too much wine. Yes, I keep saying that a lot in the last few weeks, but it is true! I am drinking way too much!

But it’s ok, as long as it keeps me writing on my blog it is fine.

You know what’s not fine? I know, I already said that, but that is utterly true, There’s lava inside here, it melts the toilet, but my arsehole still holds.

Ah, BTW, I am at a friend’s, there ten people sleeping here and there… Well I hope nobody needs the toilet for at least one hour… it’s radioactive!

Here comes the alcohol shit!

Reeky, fluffy, dark.

That was one of the most difficult evenings to remember.

Since I went to sleep at 8:30 AM, I still was drunk. So now, with just a three-hour slumber I got wokened by my bowels, who’s pretty upset for what I did to him. 👀

Mornings be like:

Me waking up at 7, two hours after I fell asleep, thinking, perhaps I can’t sleep because I need to shit. Then I fell back asleep.

Same at 8

Same at 9

At 10, I cannot pretend anymore, I simply need a fucking shit. Yeah. And it’s pretty loose and smelly…

More shit always means feeling a little better.

I feel MUCH better now, this one lonely turd is worth four normal ones

Woken up by a thunderstorm, I was comfortably sleeping in my hammock. It was utter annoyment…

That stress made me forget the good shit session I was looking forward. Only a few stupid turds now. boriiiing!

Well, the fact that I am camping and it’s pretty much raining is the real SHIT here!

There’s still time for a reprisal morning shit!