The Laxative

this, gentle readers, is the shit. the deep shit. an entire blog dedicated to the profound stuff that not many can talk about without facing the usual symptoms of shortness of breath, seizures and the occasional heart attack. a concept so complex that it had to be conceived over an entire 4 days of alcohol and sea air induced stupor, by dsalpha and yours truly, dsbeta. this is where, my friends, the shit really hits the fan.
and for those of you not familiar with the shit, here it is in all its glory. an example that exemplifies what this blog is all about.
it was a sunny morning when dsalpha and myself saw these ordinary unenlightened folk peering into the apparent nothingness of ventilation shafts. what were they looking for? was it themselves? the truth hit us like a bolt of lightning. these poor folk could see staring straight back at them, the very emptiness of their souls. a perspective of themselves, created by themselves. but what then, does the shaft see? does it see a reflection of itself in these soul-seekers? that, my patient audience, is some deep shit. and if you haven't yet lost bowel control, or started having hallucinations of being violated with a vodka bottle, then you are on your way to being a fellow deep shitter.