This is a ‘poem’ that I was strangely compelled to write some time ago after I exited the choo.
Black hole; gaping maw
Into you, I let forth a stream
Yellow and healthy.
Black hole, gaping maw
Sunbeams and scintillating yellow light
Downward ho,
Awaken what lie in the depths.
Black hole, gaping maw
Swirls of black clouds rise
From white, feeding on brown,
They come.
A shake. Finito.
Weird. Still, am sharing this with you. Comment on what you think, haha.

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2011/07/07 at 2:31 PM
D. Ashby
Hehe.
So … you relieved yourself in the bathroom?
2011/07/08 at 4:36 AM
flyjoshfly
Precisely but not into any bathroom. It was into a choo, which is basically an outhouse of sorts in Kenya. Pretty vile.