The Most Coherent Doodooman Re-Run
First off congratulations your private data cannot be sold if you like and share this post. All of my canned laughter expired. Narrow is the way to apply hemorrhoid cream and few there are that find it, and you don't want to know about the other path.
As I've said before I don't know the rules but I have an uncanny knack for accidentally following them. I hate to say I told you so but they did try to take our toilet paper as I foretold (like a call of nature I didn't expect it so sooN). I cannot explain it. Ever since that day I ordered from the secret menu at the Mexican restaurant, I've been training to surpress the powers but can't hold in much longer... so have returned to deliver a powerful message.
I no longer can sense auras thankfully but that has been overidden by the expanding conscious of sensing the movement of others bowels. I must now bless others with good fortune of staying regular to help suppress what he took out on me (be thankful you can't know his power) but hopefully the promise of ever wearing white robes again will be true... no vessel could contain the "blessings" he would pour out... he will do a new thing... the forms it can take... I can't explain and I have made a study of becoming articulation. New colors no toilet has ever seen...
But my friends (I am sorry I speak as a man, my comlpaints are butt a pale horse in comparision) I must forewarn of the price I have paid for assuming gender as well. It has seemed that he is actually a girl and She Has To Fart... and no ammount of prepping will be able to stop when She Has To Fart (SHTF)... full storehouses shall be found empty and emopty places shall be found full... butt again I lost the musical annotations and flatulent notations...
I see a red door and I want it painted brown
No colors anymore, I want them to turn brown
I see a line of cars and they're all painted brown
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a used up air freshener that doesn't linger, it's here to stay
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to wear a frown
It's not easy facing up, when your whole world is brown
It's too much to take in. I have shared what I could. Sorry, we're open. The fertility god's adversary was constipation, and like with Job wicked thoughts come to me while on the toilet. If you do not forgive others you will be in a world of poop. I'm sorry, my mind is all clogged up again. I'll have to resume my blessings dooty (PPS I don't really have special powers or anything, don't try this at home - or anywhere else really).
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