When you're deep in shit...

When you are deep in shit, time is muter than yogurt.
When you are deep in shit, your lips are a different colour.
When you are deep in shit, you are dipped in shit, you should be served with a bit of olive oil and urine dressing.

When you are deep in shit, you don't realize the difference between the temperature and temperature. Your hands, your arms, your legs and your genitals are like worms with no heads wrapped around each other, crying out silent in quiet, warm, peaceful shit that resembles home...sweet home... That's what shit tastes like, sweet and sour with a bitter kick, better old, best served cold, like Pinot Grigio.

When you are deep in shit, you fall in love with your nose blocked, your eyes locked, your smile numb. You'd think love is all you need to fight shit, as it turns out your love descends from your shit, your deep, smelly, perfectly figured, meticulously passed with time to spare on the toilet, always comes first and later, later, later there's always time for love...
But my dearest, you can't see, for you, love is shit and shit is home... home... where everybody knows your name...