I wonder how many people in this universe actually believe in curses.  To be exact, I don’t even know if I actually believe in such a mystery.  Lately, I have been having some really weird instances involving public and residential bathrooms.  Those instances seem to appear randomly out of nowhere like a healthy person running dead smack into death at an overcrowded amusement park.  You the bystander’s first thought, “the man was just standing in line, and next thing ya know he dropped dead.”  The random instances I’m speaking of involves piss, shit, and human blood.  I could hurriedly walk into a men’s restroom to find different shades of yellow piss, or simply put, watery shit waiting on me.  None of the urinals or shitters are ever flushed.  What’s even more troubling the shit nor shitter never has toilet paper fragments and pieces stuck to either item from a cleaned wiped human ass.  Stop for a second, and imagine the smell that fills the air in such a room.  When I walk into the men’s room, I could either be in a hurry to urinate or I have to use the shitter.  With my man hood out my first instinct is to not piss on top of another guys urine, and vice a versa, in regards to the intertwined shit, and water.  I will not piss on a man’s shit.  The same insane and noticeable pattern has popped my eyes out in residential homes.  With each gender making up an household, I have walked inside of a families restroom to see the toilet water being occupied by either female or male blood.  I say either because their is never a string attached to a used tampon which is easily visible inside any commode.  The aroma of strong blood mixed with iron, and ass has been strong enough to expand certain parts of my nose in a fluttered heart rhythm with each inhaled breath.  Is someone trying to curse me?  What would happen if I pissed or shitted on another man’s piss?  What could happen if a woman has put a curse on me and I piss or shit on her blood during her cycle?  

Is someone trying to curse me? I am not a voodoo specialist, but this feels so strange. I feel like I have to be extremely careful, I feel as though I should be curious as well. Curious to the fact that every bathroom stop has become some kind of test or trap of some sort. I have the slightest clue as to why such a person, group, or groupies has chosen me to be pursued in such a peculiar manner. This isn’t like your typical sports curse, ya know! When I was younger my friends and I believed that, if we split a telephone pole, we would have ten years of bad luck. It only takes two people to split a pole. To split the pole each person has to walk on each side, and walk evenly at the same time. If this happens, the curse happens. This type of curse well the myth of the curse is self induced. How is this possible? No toilet flushing! Needless to say, if someone isn’t wiping their ass, the same person, group, or groupies are possibly not using the sink to wash hands after using the porcelain tunnel. An explanation for this cultral practice could mean that a shower could be taken immediately after taking a dump. Most certainly their are different levels of shit. You know, us ass wipers if our diet is on point we might get lucky and shit out the perfect turd “the torpedo”and if that’s the case wiping our asses could be over with one wipe. What happens if those group of people who are employed and good ol-mother nature decides to show up at work? Huh! Think about it, if someone doesn’t wipe their asshole, why should they need to wash those hands? Why, because germs are present from people who use the restroom and touched door handles, sinks, toilet paper, papertowel fixtures, and bodyparts which all have invisible bacteria stuck to them. I had to rush out of town for business and I be damned the same sick pattern appeared in each urinal and shitter. No matter where I went, or the size of the event, nor how many were present no one would flushing toilets, but me.  

  

Why isn’t anyone flushing toilets?  I could not answer that question!  Most people have been in a situation that causes them to move faster than they normally would.  We call this being in a hurry, or simply put, rushing!  Was every one in that such of a hurry? Pondering on the rushing theory I thought to myself, “naw, maybe, yea whatever.”  I found the address where I would be attending an all-day seminar.  Right before the noon lunch break I felt the urge to leave five minutes early and get a jump on refreshing myself for the remainder of the afternoon.  My stomach had been a little sour from the previous meal, but nothing to major that I couldn’t handle.  I walked down the busy street on the same block the seminar was being held to purchase lunch.  I ordered sit-in instead of take-out.  I ate fairly quickly walked back to the glass building where the seminar was being held looking for the restroom.  I thought I was dreaming.  The line was so long to urinate I became instantly ridiculously annoyed. When I was finally able to pee, I had seen dark buttery yellow male urine floating and waiting to be pissed on and mixed with my fluid.  I couldn’t manually flush any of the urinals because these were the new automated facilities that relies on motion via electronics and LED’s. LED’s (light emmitting diodes) are small lights used for various reasons mainly showing functionality.  I also noticed that the LED’s were out and I had a serious choice to make.  The seminar was scheduled to résumé in one whole minute.  I either had to mix piss, be late, or take a leak outside disregarding a busy moving business area.  Pressed for time and a line of men behind me waiting to use the restroom, I eagerly took my soft cock out and pissed.  Pee sprinkles made its way out of the urinal finding different parts of my hands to evaporate on mimiking the feeling of light rain sprinkle.  Now I’m pissed! After washing and drying off my hands, I hopped on the elevator and made my way back to the ballroom where the meeting was being held.  I had no idea what I was experiencing, but I felt strange.  Seconds later, a slim guy with carmel colored skin, no facial hair dressed in a dark yellow dress suit with a briefcase in his right hand stood next to me.  His blazer he wore open, unbuttoned; therefore, I was able to read the words displayed on the front of his tee-shirt which said, “your-in.”  As I read those words “your-in” several more times, I took immediate notice to detail that “your-in” basically reads the same as URINE.  He pointed a stick of Juciy Fruit in my direction without saying a word. I declined, he offered me some Skittles, I accepted, “sure, thanks, I’ll have a few.”  

Prior to this bathroom break no one would even look at me.  Was this some kind of business ritual?  When I arrived at my hotel that evening, the same guy in the dark yellow clothing was in the lobby area, but this time his blazer was completely removed.  I continued to my destination stepped inside my room made a sharp right toward the restroom and my toilet had dark buttery yellow piss that brought a stench that took over the fresh water.  Luckily, this room I had the option to flush manually or rely on the motion sensor.  After trying, neither option was operable, so I called room service requesting a new room.  My nightmare was getting worse my new room had poop and piss and that toilet wouldn’t flush, either.  This was a decent hotel with a great reputation.  I made multiple trips to the front lobby asking for a room that was operating correctly. Prior to mixing piss I was fine, I was doing a great job moving away from whatever this is.  Since I had to hurry and needed to pee, my room was now being claimed by someone, a group, groupies, or person.  I totally fucking remember flushing the toilet inside of my hotel room that morning.  Am I cursed, is someone watching me? Something is happening that’s for sure!  Did I give this situation full attention by allowing myself to urinate on top of urine?  The next morning when I woke up my toilet had dark urine waiting again, but this time with a twist because I was able to flush.  I got undressed, I hopped in the shower turned the water on luke warm around 97.3.  Enough to make it feel like a horny slut was giving me deep throat and spitting warmly on my self gratified cock at the same time.  I was turned!  After I bust my balls, I washed up and got out the shower.  On the mirror a letter was taped to the glass that read, “your-in.”  I was happy this was the last day of my business trip.  When I arrived at the seminar, I was paranoid, standing, looking around when all of a sudden I felt a tap on my right shoulder.  It was the guy wearing that same tee-shirt, “your-in.”  He said, “congratulations”, I asked, “what did I do?” “Well Max”, I interrupted and said, “I never gave you my name.” “Didn’t have to your-in.”  “In what, Mr…” call me, he said, “call call me Trance.”  “OK, well, what is this your-in thing, Trance?”  “Those little urinals have cameras, and every man’s piss you mixed with you have the option to sleep with his wife.”  I stared for a brief moment in the opposite direction to say, “I’m not married.” Trance said, “by the way, the your-in group of women thinks you have a beautiful cock, soft and erect.”

To be continued:

 Max  AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White 

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