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Written by The Big Stink
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Wednesday, 15 October 2008 10:30 |
While standing at the urinal today I had a Zen-like experience, a moment captured in quiet grace. I feel compelled to share this moment as a means of transmitting the essence of one of life’s small pleasures.
I ripped one off.
A delicious, mellifluous, malodorous and transcendent peace washed over me like a spring breeze. While evacuating my bladder I had felt the compunction to rip. An intestinal message told me nature was seeking blessed balance. I yielded to the gentle beckoning like a star-struck lover. A quiet storm of equilibrium beckoned from below as the high pressure knocked gently at the doors of the external low pressure. I took in a breath as I expulsed the vile gaseousness in a long chorus of ascending and descending music. The tile walls echoed the sonorous chorus of my bliss and relief. My ears drank in the aural chorus and my toes curled slightly as I bent my knees, accentuating the final refrain with a passionate flourish. Eyes closed, I waited for the slow creep of the lingering essence of my tiptoe through life’s tulips and breathed in the rapacious sting of one of life’s grandest expressions.
For a moment, I think I saw God.
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 15 October 2008 12:18 |
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