sitting on top of a turd

A turd is a tiny bit of shit, isn't it. I just can't keep sitting on it, but I'm wearing the mark of it in colour, mood and smell. This day is a mix of manure and other very mature stuff. My wife is boiling with a septic heat, her skin marmorated, intravenous lines dangling all around her. As it appears extremely boring to say shit more often than once, I won't do it again. There is nothing else to communicate today. Don't get near me.