Name: Anonymous 2012-10-19 14:12
As I sat upon my throne of porcelain, striking my fingers quickly against the worn keys of my Dell Inspiron, a few plops were heard beneath the bowl above which rests my aggrieved anus. As the defecation grew louder, my senses became more and more disturbed. Soon I strained so heavily that I could barely hold the laptop and it tumbled to the ground with a clatter. As the feces erupted from my bowels I began to lose consciousness. When I came to I was astonished to see that the bowl was full of excrement of all textures and consistencies. I realized soon that flushing will only cause the feces to escape onto my tiled floor. I reach for the plunger and place it into the bowl, pushing in and pulling out so many times I have lost count. With a final pull of the plunger the feces slowly swirls around and around to a watery grave. A few pieces flood back into the bowl, unwilling to move on. As I reach for the handle I feel the rumbling in my bowels once again, as if to say:
We are feces.
We are Legion.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
Expect us.
We are feces.
We are Legion.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
Expect us.