Recently I started to like covering myself in stale feces and masturbating. Almost every morning I walk around my neighborhood with a large garbage bag and collect all the crap I see. It takes a whole day to get two bags full of ****. But it all pays off when I come home after a hard day, go to the bathroom, turn on the hot water and… pour all the crap into the bathtub. And then I masturbate, imagining that I’m being devoured by all the feces. All in all, I think, that poo has its own mind, each pile of **** has its own family, place, feelings, we shouldn’t just flush them down the toilet, we should take care of them, talk to them, pet them… And you know what, I had a wonderful dream while lying in the bathtub yesterday, I dived into the sea and it turned into ****, fish, seaweed, jellyfish, everything turned into poo, even Log in to see images!