I have nothing. Blank. Nadda. Nothing's up my mind. Yet, I felt something tingling, something tickling within me. Something isnt comforting. I looked down, amazed, shouted "Something's up my hind!"It swaggers from left to right as my butt cheeks jiggle from side to side. Sugary, thick brown, milk shake and a sweet baker's chocolate cake. It is the sweet excrement for flies to play, which we need to dispose off and so we have Indah Water to pay. It looks solid enough to be stuck in that hole. That hole in between those two meat chunks that when add up we call an arse.Hard, crude, lumpy, formerly food. It stains, sprays on those baby smooth flesh. Especially at the edges, it presses upon the hips, forming splots of coffee like stains. It smells as fish is stale as the garbage is fresh. It floats around the room even though its odour is heavy, heavier than air. It smells, it stains, it sprays everything a sweet baker's chocolate cake.As the piece of shit wants to drop down as it hung there in mid air, aerated by the smell of methane just passed , I want to know, why, I want to know, what, why the what is where it is now. Up in my ass. Hanging, dingling, bungee-jumping.It must be due to me being due. It seems those prunes does its magic over constipation a liltle to soon. I soon plop my way with that piece that's due to the door with the tiles the sink the mirror and, yes, the bowl on its other side. When I reach there, i opened the door and entered, and the rest is my business alone. Although you all might add, that posting is too.
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