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Slithering liquids run down the legs. No sense in containing anymore. Devastation has been unleashed. The weight of crushing remorse. Decisions failed to be made. Should have gone before I left. Now I stand, passing gas, shitting on my guests. Their faces describe the disgrace I am, screaming and running away from me. My fecal matter spraying fierce causing them to run and flee. Ashamed in terror, I try to speak, a reason to explain, but diarrhea never forgives as it begins to reign. Dominating celebration meant for my success, britches burst spewing forth all of it’s excess. Anus turned inside out as I run to the pot. But I passed out and hit my head from the stench of fecal rot. Walls are covered in brown and red, nothing more that needs to be said. Never more to speak again, I have lost all my friends. Excretions sprayed them all away, an unfortunate result of my dismay. Intractable bowels spewing out, assuring stains will not come out. Now I know the fatal flaw that dwells so deep in us, that any moment can be ruined by our selfish butts.
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