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The day is like a poop that just won’t flush down the toilet of time. And as it remains each tick of the clock spreads is shitty smell to all around making the timelessness be known by all who stand near.

It’s like they can see the poop in your pants and feel the squishy poop spread and make each step, each minute, pass with hope for a quick end to the day. A quick end to everything hoping a new cycle will clean the poop up and offer more time to find a way to step away from the past stench.