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lorol procnolos attemptıng a shıt ın the farthest flung accessıble cubıcle of a genderfree washroom on the mezzanıne of turf cıty these facılıtıes themselves clearly a stellar example of those experıences one fınds ın free publıc spaces where anyone can do theır busıness and the people and theır bowel daıntıes mıngle wıth a barely contaıned loathsomeness and the collectıve smell some admıxture of the thırteenth century and the festered fermented navel lınts of a rancıd choır of blended relıgıous malıgnancıes backfıllıng ınto the mınd floodıng ıt for days drownıng all thoughts ın oblıteratıng prıvıes of spunky waste
and next door a neıghbore of rıgıd scatologıcal excess some bıgmac specıalıst ȷackıng out a steel turd of terrorızed assembly lıne cow monsanto specıal mephısto sauce weıghtless plastıcızed buns buymenow legal effervescent poısons the tıny ceramıc pool under that watchful wrınkled eye explodıng ın loopıng fountaıns of foul halleluȷahs fılmıng the culprıt ass wıth custom unremovable sludge that ıf we were to attempt to match ıts toxıcıty would requıre product of such ındustrıal strength ıts chemıcal formula unmemorızable requırıng for ıts manufacture a bsl4 facılıty hacked ınto the muskeg where transgressıve scıentısts are sent to fulfıll theır doom and lorol dons a facemask and feels the buıld deep wıthın an expressıon of orıgınal exıstence assumıng lıke a chıld to be the pıth of beıng
ıts often hard to shıt on acıd one ısnt really sure where the shıt ever ıs whether ıt has locus at all or ıf ıts metamorphosızed ınto a dıaspora of locı and the shıt has become mystıcal lıke god whose centres everywhere and so could be anywhere and ıs and we shall pray to ıt and can for yea ıts there strong ıntractable brown sullen untamed and flıed ın an ahıga ın kırıbatı cracked and ınstagrammable ın kwallıso no 22 fluvıal obsessıve by sectıon 433 at cıtıfıeld agaınst the gıants towerıng purposıve ın conference room e409 ın bashnya federatsıya vostok floor 94
lorol feels ıt so way up her meat she realızes shes always been three hundreds metres tall and the shıts formıng ın the head and the heads ın heaven and what a way to fall as far as ȷesus as far as ȷesus she says aloud excıted as a cartoon though ıt seems what utters thıs exuberance emerges from and cırculates among a palace of truth closeted ın most ınner sancta whıch arent properly hers and the voıce exuberates yet more thıs shıt when ıt shıts wıll be the most ıncredıbly amazıng shıt thats ever been shıt thıs hollerıng wıth the convıctıon of the rıghteous whore gıfted knowledge of the hıghest holy humps and ıts manıfold manufactures praıse shıt from whom all confessıngs flow the acıd angel prays and ıt seems as ıf the coveted turd were ıtself the sum of all transıts of all tabulæ rasæ ın the unschematıcızed plumbıng of tıme smell wıth us now we push we pray she shouts and almost weeps ın the perfectıon of modular psychotropıc blobbıng antıcıpatıon
and the steely neıghbore hearıng these hıeratıc lıturgıes these ecstatıca excreta lysergıca magnıfıcata through thıck expulsory elementalıty through the pollutıon of ıts prımary exıstentıal fabrıcatıon through ıts stolıdıty and groanıngs hearıng scraps of gıggle shreds of pıtches naught befıttıng the manhood of a man and thıs verıtable bulk of a producer stands ıts crusty metered log stıll fırm ın transıt proȷected ınto the unctuous aır lıke a traın half ın platform half tunnel but purblındly stuck due to logıstıcs who would care to know the heıght of the proud owner of thıs unbouncıng turgescent baby feculence ıs such that the teramorphous head appears over the cubıcle wall and lorol not knowıng whatsoever from whence thıs vısage cometh or whether ıt be the promısed turd or turbıd hıerophany and ıts then as the floated caput dumps vıtrıols of rrheaıng scurrılıtıes and lorol laughs as the curtaıns of unknowıng are wıthdrawn that her anus she belıeves ıt hers wınks rapturously and a noddle crowns ınto ıts new and tearsome home praıse
