last night it was about dog poop.
all over the carpet, all over the shower, all over my bed and all over everywhere I tried to walk so that I was trapped, surrounded by poop, with poop on my feet, and a deep urge to vomit, if only I could make it to the bathroom without stepping on poop and if only the poop wasn't smeared all over the bathroom.
ps: I don't have a dog.
Notes, Vol. 1: Born to Be a Larve by Boulet
3 days ago