with result in mind
order those hot wings again
still, heat surprises
You must eat the corn
You Turn your insides golden
Idk poo joke
gotta get this out
there is nothing but hot air
was it ever there
I don’t do requests. Haipoos and stories are born from within, much like their subjects. They can’t be created with an external impetus.
Three.
watch this video
music: classical
conductor of porcelain
movements so epic
slip slide down the chute
mark up the white porcelain
what really gets stained
I pooped in Vatican city once. It wasn’t especially nice or anything, but it was funny to me to know that I pooped at the center of Catholicism for the entire world.
You don’t just “talk poo.” Shit-talking with other people just seems silly to me. It’s like talking about your hair. It’s yours and you know it better than anyone else. There is a special bond that exists between the pooer and the poo and I think that when talking about poo a certain tendency arises to compare when really pooing isn’t about comparison. Sure, you can say that one turd was bigger than the other but that’s not what is important here. Every poo is special and none are better or worse than others. Just different.
big, small, in between
not the poo i desire
it’s the in between
To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.
When was it ever not enchanted?