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as i wrapped things up in stall three, i glanced into the bowl (always important to quality check your work before forwarding it on).
hold the phone.
immediate thoughts were that i had just crapped something very, very bad. perhaps a symptom of SARS or some strange pooping virus that would kill me within days. i was fairly certain it was the last poo i would ever make.
thin wispy strands of black danced in the water and intermingled forming complex but sharply defined forms somewhat resembling long thin black strands of hair, but much more delicate and sheer.
i stood staring into the bowl confused and desperate for 37 seconds before i realized it was black ink from toilet paper i had used to clean my leaking sharpie pen.
whew.
today flowers smell little sweeter, colors are a little more vivid and food tastes a little better, life is good.
Posted by griff at May 06, 2003 09:55 AM