The shit I took today was crestfallen,stoic,melancholy,every other adjective that could be attached…
All the self help in the world fell out of my asshole, “how to win shits and influence pee-pee”.
I’ve been thinking about keeping a can of spray paint next to the toilet,just for a change of pace, just to witness a shit of a different color.
Maybe something festive, neon green perhaps.Or maybe I could keep a container of glitter nearby…
Back in the 90’s rave days, kids were really into taking party drugs and spinning glow-sticks on strings..no idea why- I mean ,it looked neat for a few minutes or so…
One time, I told no-one ,but I made 2 little puncture holes on this girl’s glow-sticks,with a pocket knife…
When everyone was blasted out of their minds, she picked up her dumb sticks to sling around and dance to techno.
Glowing drops flew everywhere, they looked like bright green comets, or infantry munitions being fired while wearing night vision goggles.
I might keep glow-sticks by the toilet, sprinkle a few drops on each turd before they take the flush.. just so they feel special.
dawn 