Harry here,
It seems to me there are a lot of people who just re-count the story of their fucking bowel movements without any thoughts of self-reflection; they seem to find that its an interesting enough story without any other ideas from them; are we just fucking BOWELS and DICKS and CUNTS ?????? dON'T WE HAVE FUCKING brains OR SOMETHING???
i LIKE SHITTING AS MUCH AS THE NEXT MAN, and when I shit I like to enjoy the slow build up of shit gathering in my system and let it sit there for a while first, I like to feel it tunnelling towards my anus and forming a queue until it begins banging away at my sphincter; but I have to wonder WHY do I enjoy this??? well, I enjoy being in charge of shit. I like controlling my shit; I like the sensuous textural landscape of shit moving down and up my pipes, I like to revel in my moving shit and feel it forming up in my abdomen somehwere and then feel it slowly dropping; FALLING LOWER LOWER LOWER until it reaches my sweet little anus. It's a physical and psychological pleasure: YOU ARE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN... OK?????
I'm thinking of developing my capacity for self-reflection...
Harry