Bitard-man. Recently I started to like covering myself in stale feces and fapping. Almost every morning I walk around my neighborhood with a large black garbage bag and collect all the crap I see. It takes a whole day to get two bags full of shit. But it all pays off when I come home after a hard day, go to the bathroom, turn on the hot water and…mmm, pour all the crap into the bathtub. And then I masturbate, imagining that I’m being devoured by all the feces. All in all, I think, that poo has its own mind, each pile of shit has its own family, place, feelings, we shouldn’t just flush them down the toilet, we should take care of them, talk to them, pet them… And you know what, I had a wonderful dream while lying in the bathtub yesterday, I dived into the sea and it turned into shit, fish, seaweed, jellyfish, everything turned into poo, even the sky, Allah himself.
Last saturday i was a wonderful concert. it was an incredible sight. in koncertnom hall over a large bright ceiling hung a big ball. everything was bright and colorful. i was sitting in the third row from the stage, so i was all perfectly clear. first were the dancers. i was amazed at how quickly they got into a rhythm. then there were many talented singers. but most of all i liked the magicians. how quickly they lied to the audience. their attributes like a mystical way moved on the scene. under the table, in the bell and even in a bag of one of the spectators. when they began to call the audience on stage, i gudko wanted to get there. and yet i was invited. i was a little nervous, but the guys were very happy. one gave me a small box. i carefully examined it, like anything strange. then i had to guess the number. little podumav i sagal six. then in the box was a leaf with this number! it was incredible. i will always remember that night.
