fececal (physical) death.

the prelude to the inevitable came swiftly, in rhythms simulating a rock music. as soon as the effluvium escaped the abyss, the feculence came unrestrained. segments slowly littered the white bowl, tainting it. (*insert climax*) i missed the rather attractive puddle of water that would otherwise create undesirable splashes. it was over within minutes, relieved. taking a glance at the mess i made, i recalled the procedures. every step it took to reach its final resting place. so that i may write this rather vague description of it. before i pulled the pulley of oblivion, i had another look at the feculence. pale brown segments stacked nicely with a twirly peak like a mr. softee. i knew what i had to do. with a tug, a gush of water filled the once pearly white bowl creating a mini whirlpool. the feculence dislodges and went with the water into the unknown. vague images still remain in my mind as i pen this rather interesting piece of writing for someone in particular who unwittingly requested it. though this would be peanuts compared with the explicit details of her recent misfortune.i do not intend to stain my camera and use it in a rather sensitive room in the house, lest my mum thinks i'm mad. i'm not really fond of staying in an asylum though the free food and lodging is tempting. so no pictures. i guess this should end here. i'll save my other 'adventures' for another time.

(p.s. i left out the climatic details for fear of being stoned; i'll leave that to your imagnation -run wild my friend)