I am torn, gnawed, munched, and eaten. Well no if I am one thing it’s exaggerating. I’m trying to work on a new wee thing, but I don’t know if I want to write about a toilet I liked the looks of the other night when I was drunk, or do some kind of Glaswigian Odyssey. I mean I’ll do both but which now? Decisions, decisions. Honestly to fuck it was an enchanting toilet. The bowl sparkled with the most fragrant inspiration. It was my porcelain muse, the nine sisters have certainly enchanted its pools. One could not help but explode with creativity when perched upon said throne. Pungent artistic feeling excreted from my person, and I knew I had to expel what was inside me as soon as possible. Sadly there was no paper at hand, so I took notes on my phone. All joking aside I’ve convinced myself to write about the toilet. Lets hope I don’t get writers constipation. Gonna go now – I’m feeling a little flushed!