I just took a shit that poured out of me. The verb is my focal point here. It was kinda gross, kinda satisfying. The stool was in me while I was sitting at a computer and working, then I walked to the toilet, sat down, opened my ass, and the shit poured out of me. Like cereal out of a box, or like pickled eggs from a jar.
How amazing is it that other times there is no pouring at all, nothing like that even? The ass can pinch, can force, can squeeze, can fart, can shoot, can fold, can sculpt. It's a team effort, organ-wise, from the brain to the hand to the mouth to the stomach to the intestines to get shit coming out the way it does, but I credit the butt with accommodating such a range of expression.
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
I returned to the college where I went to school this past weekend. There used to be a lot of good graffiti in the bathroom stalls. Useful lists of people not to sleep with, alternate lists of "polite boyz", etc. Also particularly stark or funny or dreamy musings. I had the chance to check out a number of stalls over three days, and here's a little of what I found.
If you can't see the detail, it says "Best place to poop on Campus! - New York Times"
Lots of stuff here, but "10/10 would shit here again" is what I liked best. Other stuff on this wall was not so great.