Everything is stained brown. Residue of hate thought. The laxative derived from gm seeds is working on my system. I can feel a tightening in my bowels, a mild urge to defecate. That is the effect I desired. To shit my soul down the porcelain pan. Squeaking and quacking like a flapping spastic covered in ticks and mites, his skin crawling with ring worm, scabies and other crunchy parasites.