He was one of those people who would get rich but accomplish nothing, and spend most of his life reading Cold War histories in an armchair by a fireplace in Connecticut, eating pistachios and dried fruits, taking long shits at night alone in the dark.
It was like taking an hour-long shit while relaxing on your back and getting a massage, i.e., fantastic.
The decades-long shit spiral of rising tuition and increased costs of living have finally started resulting in some government action, although not the kind that puts food on your table.
This all feeds into my wider theory that 2016 is some sort of temporal anomaly, either a year-long shared hallucination or some mad Aztec thing where three years worth of shit got pushed into one year-long shit sandwich.
The saumon au sel gris at L'Express is mouth-shattering, Supersexe, jack shacks, the list goes on… If you are American and you are still reading this, you are either not an American or you are taking the longest shit of your life.
Don't think in the moment about the throwing up or bleeding from your asshole or whatever, this is long term shit that will save your life.
At just over two and a half minutes long, "Popstar Shit" is criminally short, but it's an enjoyable, adrenaline-fueled drift across the cosmos nonetheless; its sweeping galactic bleeps and vast synths drive Christmas' confident, smirking delivery.
Super-stoner Ilana works at a sales agency—"Deals Deals Deals"—where she rejoices in long morning shits before falling asleep on the toilet (she even brings her own pillow) and seems to have a special knack for pissing everyone off.
"How long does that shit take?" Abnesti said.
It really is a long stretch of shit, and then, finally, the madness begins to recede.
