Monday, August 14, 2006

Songs of the Toilet Bowl

Shite I still have one more week of class.
And theres this woman sitting near me scolding vulgarities at her com. Scary.
Not that I'm complaining mind u, the classes are excellent, and trainers superb(most at least).
But I'm exhausted, life's been a roller coaster for the last 2 weeks. Its mad really. But all is great.

But I just thought I'd share a poem by Frank Ferrelly, a provocational therapist(? if theres sucha thing).

"I sit here in eternal bliss,
Nearby the sound of tingling piss,
Now and then a sound is heard,
From giant pieces of splashing turd."

He claims he saw it in a toilet cubicle, but I don't believe him.
(And yes, he uses this in his therapy.)

Have to go.

Yc out.

1 Comments:

Blogger reH said...

so long since we've heard from you and the 1st thing u tell us is about ur toilet experience !! share with us something newer please !! i've got toilet stories daily with max around .. oh ya .. u're in US coming back so becareful at the customs ok ? .. Airport doing very strict checks on hand carry bags .. dun let them find the carton of flamable condoms u got for max ..

Have a safe trip coming home .. Chorbin wants your bac.. I mean .. he wants you back ..

3:40 PM

 

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