How's this for a day in the pooping life:
Monday night, a really abrupt, messy shite with a lot of constituent pieces, each having the red patina of beet greens, and coming in all shapes and sizes.
Tuesday morning, one of the most solid stools I can imagine. Like a diamond; condensed, focused.
Tuesday evening, loose, very loose, but in a completely different way from the previous day. The red was gone for one thing, and the constituent pieces idea was more goopy. Less fidelity in the islands, more like marsh land.
That's what up with me these days.
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