Recently I started to like covering myself in stale feces and masturbating. 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.
1 He will come to me tomorrow Will he come to me tomorrow? When will he come to me? Will he come to me tomorrow or on Sunday? He will come to me tomorrow. won't he? 2 She is writing a letter to her friend now Is she writing a letter to her friend now ? Is she writing a letter to her or his friend now ? What is she doing now ? She is writing a letter to her friend now , isn't she? 3 We bought a good book last week Did we buy a good book last week? Did we buy a good or bad book last week? What did we buy last week? We bought a good book last week, didn't we?
Will he come to me tomorrow?
When will he come to me?
Will he come to me tomorrow or on Sunday?
He will come to me tomorrow. won't he?
2 She is writing a letter to her friend now
Is she writing a letter to her friend now ?
Is she writing a letter to her or his friend now ?
What is she doing now ?
She is writing a letter to her friend now , isn't she?
3 We bought a good book last week
Did we buy a good book last week?
Did we buy a good or bad book last week?
What did we buy last week?
We bought a good book last week, didn't we?