tiyler durden - a passing

He sits atop its porcelain
his face red and sweaty
his newspaper welcoming his intuition
His breath hot and clean

his concentration weaning
his body hot and sweaty
he strains
groaning under its pressure

He lets out a grunt like an animal
He passes the stool
letting out a huge sigh
he strains again for the next poo!

tiyler durden

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