Where the fuck to start.

The moving rectum shites, and having shit, moves on.

Well, that's what I've got down for my book so far. Sounds pretty fucking poetic to me!

Met up with the cunt from Scat Monthly and did the fucking interview. He asked me a load of cuntish questions, and asked if he could take a few pics of me shitting for cash. Well, I do it for free all the time, so it was nice to make a few bob. He wanted to go to the old cunts house, the one who's dog I 'tamed' the other week, so I could shit on her doorstep. well I went one better. I knocked on her door, and when the cunt opened it, I started shitting on the step, and the guy started snapping away.

He liked my ideas for reaction shots, so next, it was a trip to the park where I shit in the sandpit infront of a couple of moms with baby buggies, by god did they fucking scream, but they weren't like the old cunt, these slags went for me, and I had to defend myself with the newly produced turd. That got rid of the cunts.

I couldn't shit anymore after that, so the cunt asked me a few more questions and told me he had sorted an agent for me, and he'd be in touch, then he fucked off, leaving me 150 quid better off, cunting great!

Got a 3 litre bottle of good old W.L. and drank it in about 20 minutes, then I must have passed out. Next thing I knew, I came round to the sound of wings flapping, and I was sure it was that angels had come for me, to carry me aloft and take me from my sorry plight, but it turned out to just be a bunch of fucking pigeons some cunt was keeping in the garden next to where I was at rest.
I hate fucking pigeons, so I climbed over the fence, and got in and strangled as many of the cunts that I could. I stuck one in each pocket of my coat, so I could cook the fuckers later.

I stink so fucking bad that I'm going to hospital later to use the showers. I'm sure no cunt will notice me.

Sad to go.

Today was the day for me to leave the happy dwelling, before the owners came back and, via the Police, got me a new, more confined dwelling. So it was with a heavy heart, and the remaining bottle of Scotch, that I left my happy home to return to the woods.

Last night I gorged myself as much as I could on the food that was left, and drank the last three bottles of wine. I smashed the place up pretty good ( made a right fucking mess of the new LDC TV) and pissed all over the settee. Back on the PC, I used their scanner to scan a couple of photo's of the lady of the house, and stuck them on a few web sites.You know, the kind where you advertise that you will pay to take it up the arse, or you really want someone to come round and beat fuck out of you. I did of course include the address and home and mobile numbers!

I noticed I had been sent a few Emails, and one of them said that they were going to name their unborn child after me, Anya Shittyarse Jones! It fair brought a tear to my eye, and vomit to my throat. There were also plenty of arse licking messagers from a load of sad cunts saying things like, 'Oh you inspire me so much, I can't wait for your book, and I hope we can meet one day' They had better pray we fucking don't! It just goes to prove that the world is full of cunts.

Before going to bed (passing out) last night, I put 6 spoons of Andrews into a half pint of water and downed it in one. I was preparing myself for this morning. As soon as I woke up, I could feel my belly churning, and I knew I didn't have much time. I ran to the front door, dropped my trousers, and squirted liquid shit all over the bottom of the door and the surrounding carpet. I wish I could see their faces when they push the door open on their return!

With that last job done, I wiped my arse across the wall, and went upstairs to change my underpants, coz the ones I had on were making even me feel fucking sick!
I didn't take any of the skinny cunts clothes coz they were too fucking small.

When I saw a taxi coming down the road I knew it was time to fuck off. I left by the back door, and scooted over the fence and down the entry.
I hung around about eight houses away and waited. It was fucking worth it, coz as the lady of the house opened the door, she looked paralysed for a few seconds, and then she let out this incredible fucking scream, that was deafening from even where I was!. Fucking result!

Now I'm back in the library, getting the usual fucking stares. Time I left.

Ok, off to Sommerfield for me. I'm fucking starving!

The shitty welcome.

Well, I've been preparing for the happy holiday makers homecoming.
I've hidden a few wet turds around the place, behind the fridge, behind the washing machine, in the washing machine, underneath their bed, under each pillow, two in the loft, and one squashed under the PC keyboard.
I also wrote 'God is a Cunt' in shit on the living room wall. A nice touch I think, and one that they can probably relate to, coz when they see the state of this place, they'll think he's a cunt too.

One time when I was on their computer last week, I took out a subscription to a magazine called Scat Monthly. It's all about folk who shit for pleasure, and it looked like it might be right up my street.
They asked online for articles for next months magazine, and I sent them a link to my blog. Well, they only want to interview me! They said they would sort me out with an agent, (they do this for all homeless cunts it seems), and see if they can't turn my story into a book, and maybe a screen play! Fucking great!

Anyway, the first copy arrived today. By Christ there are some dirty cunts in the world, pics of them shitting in each others mouths, and awful fucking stuff like that! I don't want it. I think I'll just leave it in the kids room.

Anyway, I'm off to shit in a couple of saucepans.

I've been living it up the past week and a bit. I've practically emptied their fucking freezer. Tons of fucking microwavable treats! No more though, not since I put that tray of faggots in and the cunt started sparking like a fucking firework. It did it for ages, and then the cunt stopped and wouldn't start again. Didn't even warm the faggots properly!Cured that problem though. I found one of the cunts credit cards and I got a shit load of takeaway grub, Fucking lovely! These cunts have cable tv, but no movies, so I got them added, coz the thick cunts habe got all their passwords on a memo pad, for the PC and everything! what fucking twats.
Earlier in the week I got pissed off with the shit telly these cunts have, so I ordered one from Dixons on their computer. 32inch flat screen, fucking great picture! I must remember to put my boot through the cunt before I leave.
Signed up to a load of porn sites on the computer, and I'm gonna add a shit load of pay per view gay sites. Won't his missus love that! Well she's going to fucking adore the sex toys that are due to arrive next week, all in the old mans name. Did I mention they are religious cunts? Bibles every where, and framed holy verses all over the fucking walls. Well, lets see their faith get them through this shit HA!Time to hit the drinks cabinet again.

Cunts I have known.

Found this cunt at the seaside recently. I took a picture of it, pushed it's piss bag out of it's hands, and wheeled it into the sea. Never saw the cunt again.

Where the fuck did the week go?

Not sure if I'm dreaming this, or if I'm just still fucking pissed. Had a bit of luck today. Some cunt said he wanted to be my agent, or did he say he was a secret agent? Who fucking cares, either way I chinned the cunt and robbed him and his missus of their shopping. I got fags, whiskey, food, and some big cunt of a box with something called an Xbox 360 in it. Didn't know what the fuck it was, but I did know it was worth something, and I flogged it to a couple of school kids for 20 quid, fucking lovely!
Offered a prozzy 10 quid to suck me off, but she told me to fuck off. The next thing she did was scream blue fucking murder after I dropped the nut on her. I hope I broke the cunts nose.
Went into Morrisons this afternoon, coz they have more choice on stuff to eat. Scoffed two bags of sausage rolls and went to the instore toilet for a shit, and when I found all the cubicles were full, I shit on the floor, but I picked it up incase of an emergency, and sure enough, just as I came out of the bog, there was the fucking manager and two cunts from the bakery section. Just as he opened his mouth to no doubt tell me to leave, I let him have it right in the mush. That'll teach that cunt not to talk shit!
Saw a family leave to go on holiday this morning, so I'm house sitting for them. All I needed was a brick for the back window. Fucking sorted!

What a fucking weekend! Couldn't get on a computer coz the Libraries are closed on Sundays, unless you're living in a fucking car that is. Anyway, This morning I saw a big case in back of a car, so I smashed the window and stole the cunt. Turns out there was a laptop in it, and it's got WIFI, so I can go online any cunting time I want, Fucking bastard result!
It's been fucking pissing down all day today and the Library wouldn't let me in, so I smacked the old cunt in the face for stopping me. Ended up in a laundrette to keep warm. As fucking usual, every cunt was staring at me and pulling faces. This one bitch kept tutting in my direction, so I got my cock out and waved it at her, telling her to suck it. She legged it out of the place, leaving her clothes in the dryer, so I dropped my pants and shit a wet turd on to the floor, then I picked it up and tossed it into her dryer. After only a couple of minutes the place started to stink of hot shit, and it was too much for me, and all the other cunts who ran for the door. I robbed three handbags and left. I ended up with over 200 quid. Fucking brill!

A new me

Passed out this afternoon after drinking two, 2.5 Litre bottles of White Lightning. Woke to find I've shit myself yet again. I'm getting good at this, but I'm sick of my underpants sticking to my arse on a half inch layer of shit, So, I decided to get some new togs. Watched a woman hanging out her washing, and waited 15 minutes to make sure she was busy in the house, and over the fence I went. I took off my old gear and wiped the thick layer of shit off myself with a couple of shirts she hung out. I put aside a shirt and a few pairs of pants and sock for myself, and then wiped every other bit of washing over my shitty arse. I got changed, and then gathered up the shitty laundry, and knocked on her back door. when she came out I told her she did a fucking terrible job on the pile of clothes I was holding, and that she needed to do the cunts again, and pushed them into her arms before fucking off back over the fence to find new adventures.
Though I can't feel the shit so much, I can still smell it, so it will still help when I'm scrounging money or food.
I have to say, that apart from the shitty fingerprints on this shirt, I look like a new man!

Fucking pigs

Fucking Library staff kept asking me to leave yesterday coz I was 'Upsetting other Library users", so I went round the Library telling the "other Library users" to eat my shit, and suck my cock and so on, and to try and make me fucking leave. None of the cunts did, but the head Library wallah called the Police on me, so I dropped my pants and shit on the floor, then I picked some of it up and slammed it down on the nearest table, to the screams of the tables occupants. What a fucking laugh! Anyway, then the fucking pigs came, and said they were arresting me for a breach of the peace, and I said it was the breach of my arse that did the deed, so they should deal with that and leave me the fuck alone. Well, that got me a few smacks around the head, and me saying I fucked one of the coppers sisters got me a smack in the gob, the cowardly fucking cunts!
Well, I got a night in the cells, but no breakfast, unless you call a mild kicking on the floor of the cell breakfast. All coppers are cunts! Well, later after they kicked me out, I found a dead cat, so I made a bit of a fire on some wasteland and cooked the cunt. It tasted fucking horrible, but it did the trick. After that, I went to the house of the old lady who's dog I killed and knocked on her door, and when she answered I chinned the cunt.
Ended up having to find a different Library so I could type this shit out, but not before shitting on the steps of the old one! I really showed those cunts!

Post nosh time

Scoffed two pork pies and a packet of cooked ham before one of the staff told me to get out. Snotty fucking bitch! Wait till she finds out I shit in one of the cold display cabinets, and hid it behind three tubs of Clover. After that things got boring, till I came across a bloke in a wheelchair talking on a mobile phone. They say there is always someone worse off than you, and he certainly was after I punched him square in the nose and robbed his fags out of his pocket and took the phone out of his hand! I always like a smoke after dinner.
I never had a mobile before but this one was covered in his blood, so I ran it under a tap in the public shithouse, and it doesn't do a thing now. I always said those fucking things were useless.
Think I'll go and stand outside BurgerKing for a bit so I can mingle with the public. My arse is really starting to itch something fucking terrible.

Thursday 3 of May.

Had a great night fucking bricks and stones through peoples windows. I can't run as fast as I used to, must be the drink and the encrusted shit inside my trousers. I managed to stuff some dog shit, and a little of my own through the letterbox of that old cunt whose dog I killed earlier , and then I did her windows too, what a fucking laugh!
I went into a chip shop, but they wouldn't serve me, so I hung around outside and followed a young couple till they gave me their chips so I would go away, but I held out and kept following till the cunts gave me four quid, easy fucking money! Later I found a breezeblock, and did the chip shop window with it. They need to learn that the customer is always right, no matter how shit covered he may be.
Oh well, I think I'll go into Sommerfield and eat a couple of pies in there and then fuck off. I deserve some grub, I've had a busy night. I'm going now coz I really need a shit.

Soon be tea time. I must check the library bins for scraps. I've scrounged enough cash enough for some more White Lightning. As the shit dried on my underpants it started to smell less, but the wiff was still enough to send people running. An old ladies dog started yapping at me earlier, so I kicked it a few times, and that shut the little cunt up. He's stopped moving, as well as yapping, and then the old bitch started screaming. That drew a crowd, so I didn't get to give her a kicking. I think I'll just put shit through her letter box. It's such a nice sunny day, I might go into the woods for a wank.

Well, I got most of the shit off, but it seems to be stuck fast under my fingernails. Oh well.
Getting more money today, coz people want me to go away coz of the smell of shit. I should shit my pants more often. The people here in the library keep looking at me and whispering to each other. I think I'll go and sit with them. I must say that this keyboard is filthy. There are nasty brown stains all over it!

Starting the day.

Woke up lying face down on the pavement. Found I've shit myself again. I've got to stop drinking that fucking Cider. As I sit here on a park bench, watching the early morning sun glint off the water in the duck pond, I wonder to myself, how the fuck am I going to clean the shit off that has spread all over my arse. Maybe I should have thought of that before sitting down.
I tried talking to a young mother who was pushing a baby buggy along the path. I wanted to ask her if she could spare a few shillings, but all that came out was "fuggah bazdad!" Hardly eloquent.
At least I'm not hungry this morning, thanks to the vomited up vindaloo I found on a bus shelter floor. Well, I'd better do something about this shit.