I really enjoy shitting. When I still lived with my parents, the bathroom was the one place where my father would not try to randomly barge in and harass me. I took long languorous naked shits, read a lot, and soaked the bathroom with my flying gyzm. I used to always wipe my ass until it bled. The toilet was like my special place. I still take half an hour shits. I've been trying to cut back recently, though, because I've realized that I'm using it as a way to cope with anxiety and an excuse for procrastinating.
Bright leaves twining out of the whirlpools of a toilet's gravity Bloom in fresh scents that expand and fly Deeper than languages' whispers of permission, As energy fuses and fisses beyond divisions; Known biophysics falter in Now's brighter visions
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Bright leaves twining out of the whirlpools of a toilet's gravity
Bloom in fresh scents that expand and fly
Deeper than languages' whispers of permission,
As energy fuses and fisses beyond divisions;
Known biophysics falter in Now's brighter visions
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