>>936829335 (OP)
I log, to be logged.
I squeeze to know when I am squeezed.
My droppings are long and browner than a non-functioning colon's outward presentation of stinkular progression.
My logs are sweet to myself, I do not let them simply slid done my throte, I chew hard and long upon each morsel, that I might know the log in essence and become the log's victor after the mind has enjoyed all the sweet sense of each slidding log.
That which can chew a log before it leaves the brown eye of the mind is the true logfag clone, as he hides his true capabilities he knows he is asshole amongst peons.
An asshole amongst peons is the one eyed man in the kingdom of the blind. Only his excess shit flinging would bring the wrath of all, so he targets those who will learn that his log is not the enemy but an asset to the security of the nation.
All that is brown and foul and consumed to be sweet result, is all that is ignored by the logless who silently hide their shame behind toilet doors and they dare not peek before they flush.
