Blasting The Block
Substance within is about to explode. This gut harbours a deadly payload. Flatulence attack unprecedented. Rupturing bubbles all fermented. Bowel …
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A Bad Feeling
I have a bad feeling… From a fart I was peeling… It gave a resounding echo. I’ve had too many …
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Tootpaste: Redux
My body is a giant tube of tootpaste. Before you ask, no I’m not shitfaced. But I am filled with …
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Stubborn Brown Chunks
A big blast of urine was not enough. To substitute the power of the flush. Clinging to the bowl’s inner …
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Fuelling The Fatberg
The sewers beneath old London town… Conceal a secret coated in brown. The tubes and pipes that lead to dunnies… …
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Not a Friend
Bowels are loaded, bowels are primed. It’s time to unleash an ounce of slime! It comes out thick, it comes …
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Reluctant Artist
Here I am forming my creation. Substance like clay, a sculptor’s elation. However, this clay I will not be rollin’. …
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Morning Sog
Upon waking this morning I knew something was askew. A sudden and strange feeling that made me want to spew. …
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The Bowel Breaker
In the middle of the night it strikes. A vicious fecal attack no one likes. The kind that gives your …
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