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Loose Stools

I seethe with livid rage within the bowels of my being when sitting upon the porcelain goddess ample defecation doth cling immediately triggering an internal self hatred charge of body electric to signal an inaudible ding though a figurative lid kept atop unrelenting, toil letting, and smoldering, red hot poker anger withering vocalizing heard all the way to Ewing informing high pitched emergency siren intended for catastrophes to generate ear splitting ring, which Soundcloud echoes continued re:verb burr ray ting trying utmost effort to keep wretched loathing sans soft excrement (I.e. unformed rectal waste matter) spewing within bit torrent cheek this psychotic cannery going cook coo to sublimate **** angst inducing mental tipping point asper this freak whose ultra bizarre psychic affect from other than a solid turd doth seem overly absurd, which anonymous reader reaction may find this more difficult to decipher than speaking Greek, but thy neurotic posterior predilection qua rear, or what crap emanates from buttocks generates a peak into the off kilter mind scape of this bottom of the bowl Sheik finding myself going berserk and weak in the high knee, where blasting acrimonious derriere glowing jolt would be typical of schizoid personality dis odor dolt whose exultant, copious ablutions (against mine excretory system) gives anyone whose eyes espy this tragicomical frenzy to bolt perhaps wondering if a soft padded sonic boom encased room most suitable for this bay bee boo moor adult whose coping mechanism to bear with me peculiar mental drek somewhat flushed out this beastie boy via writing poetry, and heck with these mailer daemons, finding refuse in the noggin of this smart a 'leck within which these highland imps resembling fifty plus blank shades of gray matter if ye did in speck the cerebral cortex of this pooped out scribe riding an ass a nine trek. Dire rhea spurs intent for permanent vacation – not just brief hiatus via see ya yea...ache kin to the grim reaper that stole eva or Zsa Zsa Gabor - hungry for every mortal.

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